Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 379: Chapter 377 I Don’t Believe in Such a Coincidence in This World

In a corner of the Demon-suppressing City.

Qingfeng Zhenren frantically took out elixirs and distributed them to several fellow senior brothers and sisters.

His youthful face was covered in palpitations, “That was close! At least we made it out alive.”

As he spoke, he turned to Tong Xin’chuan, who was leaning against the city wall, his face filled with guilt, “All thanks to senior brother Tong…”

Had it not been for the other’s desperate efforts to hold off the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor, they wouldn’t have had a sliver of a chance at life.

At this moment, the other’s most cherished bright red robe was dirtied and muddy, his skin cracked all over, spiritual energy incessantly pouring out from the gaps.

Continuing on like this, he might risk a fall in his cultivation boundary.

But Tong Xin’chuan merely sat in silence, his eyes void of spirit, as if still immersed in the events that had just unfolded.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even consider taking the elixir that was brought to his lips.

“Senior brother Tong?” Qingfeng Zhenren paused, then turned to the sister who had brought him back, “What happened to him, could the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor have used some kind of technique on him?”

“Although brother Tong is brave and resourceful, being able to leave the Thousand Demon Cave alive today is actually a stroke of luck.”

Miao Qinghui let out a bitter smile, snatched the elixir, pinched Tong Xin’chuan’s face, and forced the elixir down, “This kid ending up like this has nothing to do with the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor.”

“Luck…” Qingfeng looked up in astonishment.

“We saw Shen Yi.”

Miao Qinghui let out a sigh, her pupils flickering uncertainly.

The formation that had trapped the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor had shaken brother Tong’s heart upon seeing it.

And this formation was claimed to be created by that very crude and simple warrior.

“He’s still alive?!” Qingfeng exclaimed in shock.

“What ‘that kid,’ mind your manners!” Miao Qinghui glared at him, warning, “Last time you were cornered by the Colorful Rainbow Demon Emperor, and this time too, it was all thanks to Shen friend’s help. If I hear any disrespect from you again, be careful or I’ll slap you twice.”

Hearing this, Qingfeng quickly covered his mouth.

Only his eyes continued to whirl around, betraying the shock in his heart.

From the sound of it, was it Shen Yi who had stopped the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor? Had he heard wrong, or was the sister sure that the person she talked about and the one in his thoughts were the same?

That… Shen friend, when he last fought the Qingqiu ancestor, was merely a cultivator at the Transcendent Spirit Early Stage.

Even if he had improved afterward, his Youwei Spear was stolen by the Lion Emperor; there was no way he could be a match for the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor. Otherwise, with that kid’s temperament, allowing the Golden Eyes Lion to continue living would be the real shock.

As if sensing Qingfeng’s thoughts,

Miao Qinghui shook her head and remarked with a sigh, “His boundary is still the same, it is his methods that have changed.”

Where learning widely but superficially doesn’t compare to learning deeply.

To dabble in everything and yet be proficient in all – is that even humanly possible!

“Right, why hasn’t the eldest senior sister come out yet?”

Qingfeng suddenly recalled something and looked towards the flying shuttles in the sky.

The guiding flying shuttle he had released had returned, but he had yet to see any sign of the eldest senior sister even now.

“Nothing will have happened to her.”

Miao Qinghui spoke indifferently; she had her own slight grievances against Ling Xi.

But as soon as she regained her composure from the panic, she was still a cultivator at the full circle of Divinity Transformation. Plus, with her boldness, it was simply impossible for her to go deeper into the Thousand Demon Cave.

With her personality, if anything happened, her first reaction would definitely be to go back and seek help from their master.

At that moment.

A calm voice finally emerged from the corner.

“I don’t believe it.”

Tong Xin’chuan’s eyes regained their clarity, and he staggered to his feet.

He didn’t explain what exactly he disbelieved.

He simply summoned his auspicious cloud and soared toward the direction of Wutong Mountain.

The others were taken aback for a moment, but they quickly followed suit.

With their level of cultivation, the long journey was merely a matter of two or three days.

At dusk.

Tong Xin’chuan had already glimpsed the silhouette of Wutong Mountain.

He shook off several fellow disciples and, under their puzzled gazes, he arrived at a wooden hut.

Immediately extending his hand, he released golden threads and set up an exquisite prohibition formation, enveloping the area.

Tong Xin’chuan approached the door and gently knocked three times, “Tong has an important matter to inquire about.”

A moment later, the wooden door was slowly pulled open.

Jiang Qiulan stood at the doorway with a calm expression, “I wonder what instructions Tong senior has for me.”

Tong Xin’chuan stared at the slightly aloof fairy-like face, his gaze growing increasingly cold, “Tong has just one question.”

“…”

Jiang Qiulan was silent for a moment, her body subtly tensing up.

In just a breath, she had shifted from her earlier tranquil state into a sharp sword bristling with edges.

With her boundary and strength, it was impossible to attract the attention of a late-stage Divinity Transformation cultivator.

If there really was something special,

It was her identity from Great Qian… to be precise, her connection to Shen Yi.

The severely wounded person seeking her out must have already obtained some evidence.

Jiang Qiulan had no confidence in deceiving a Divinity Transformation powerhouse, so there was no need to continue pretending; the only thing she could do was to keep control of her own life and not become a tool for others’ use.

“Huh.”

Tong Xin’chuan sensed the change in the woman before him, realizing she had entered a state of fighting for her life.

He asked straightforwardly, “Do you know Shen Yi?”

“I do not.”

Jiang Qiulan did not hesitate.

In response to this extremely perfunctory reply,

Tong Xin’chuan surprisingly did not get angry. After pondering for a moment, he slowly turned away, “I understand.”

He took two steps out and looked back, forcing out a sinister smile, “From now on, you need not call me senior Tong. Just call me senior brother. If you need any help, feel free to speak up, and Tong will do his best to assist you.”

After speaking, he withdrew his gaze and waved his hand to dismantle the formation.

As expected.

How could there be two genius formation masters in the world at the same time, both of whom just happened to appear in the Thousand Demon Cave and had connections with the Youwei Spear?

Jiang Qiulan, being a cultivator from Great Qian, would not know Shen Yi?

Would she be unaware of such a dazzling, sun-like existence?

She obviously knew him, and the relationship was quite intimate… but the last time she heard that Shen Yi might have died at the hands of the Golden Eyes Lion Emperor, she showed no emotion, even less concerned than the disciples of Wutong Mountain.

This was far too abnormal.

The most likely possibility…

Shen Yi was the Golden Eyes Lion Emperor.

Only this could explain why he managed to escape from the Thousand Demon Cave twice in a row.

There was no favored intervention from the heavens.

It was merely coincidence that both times were related to Shen Yi.

Tong Xin’chuan did not fully understand why the other person would hide their identity, but he did not need to understand; all he needed to know was that Shen Yi did not want others to discover it for the time being, and that was enough.

“…”

Jiang Qiulan remained silent for a long time until the man had walked far away.

She was not too clear on what information Tong Xin’chuan had gained from her.

The only thing she could infer,

Was that by quietly staying in Wutong Mountain, she had once again benefited from Shen Yi’s favor.

Thinking of this, a complex smile appeared on her lips.

Even if Shen Yi had no intention, and she herself had no such thoughts, as long as that relationship of fellow townsfolk remained, his residual light would naturally protect ordinary people like her.

She had chased for nearly half a lifetime.

Now, however, she realized.

There were things in this world even harder to chase after than time.

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