Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

The moment the name was uttered from the other person's mouth.

Zhang the Butcher was stunned, his mind still a bit foggy.

As he gradually came to his senses, his bearded face was rapidly engulfed in shock and fear.

It was similar to Lin Baiwei.

In the Jianghu, this was also a name that only existed in rumors.

A pair of flesh palms that could stabilize mountains and rivers, the demons that died under his feet were enough to pile into a meat mountain, valued by the General of Qingzhou and accepted as a closed-door disciple, learning peerless martial skills.

So...

Such a figure coming to visit while carrying only a few tangerines.

Zhang the Butcher, although confident, did not believe the visitor had come for him and awkwardly said, "Officer Shen, I'm just staying here temporarily, the owner has gone out."

"Where did he go?" Fang Heng suppressed his restlessness.

"He..." Zhang the Butcher smacked his lips and pointed toward the gate, "Look, he's coming back with food."

Fang Heng turned to look.

He saw a handsome young man in black clothes with a Mo Blade strapped to his waist, holding two food containers, stepping slowly into the courtyard.

Not only was he completely unharmed, but his eyes were clear and profound, and the cloud patterns on his cuffs had notably turned into double lines.

"Officer Shen, someone is looking for you!"

Zhang the Butcher suddenly shouted out. Regardless if the visitor was here for family or trouble, at least he should give the person some time to react.

However, it probably wasn't trouble...

If it were, he'd likely be lying here today.

Shen Yi was slightly taken aback.

He had sensed Fang Heng's presence a while ago, mainly because he did not expect the latter to come bearing gifts.

He walked into the house unhurriedly.

"Is there something wrong?"

Shen Yi felt he had made things very clear last time.

There was neither relationship nor enmity between the two.

"..."

Zhang the Butcher secretly worried. In Baiyun County, Shen Yi already didn't care about anything, so how come in Qingzhou, he still wore this indifferent demeanor?

If there was a chance to connect with Fang Heng, wouldn't the issue with the Jiao Demon of Qingfeng Mountain be resolved?n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

With Fang Heng's ability, a simple transfer order could turn danger into safety.

"Huh."

Fang Heng steadied his breathing and shoved the things he brought into Zhang the Butcher's hands.

His eyes slightly squinted, he struggled to organize his words, then cupped his hands and said, "I have inquired. You were brought over from Baiyun County by Li Xinhan."

"Hmm?" Shen Yi didn't quite understand.

"You're not very familiar with Qingzhou, and it's not your fault that he's been whispering in your ear. I was presumptuous."

As he spoke, Fang Heng bowed slightly, "Today, I came to resolve the misunderstanding and to express my apologies."

Seeing this, the butcher couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

Even his breathing paused for a moment.

Apologies?

Shen Yi glanced over, noting the other's body growing tenser with trembling, and he sighed slightly.

As expected.

Fang Heng straightened up again, his palms parted and fingers clenched, exhaling a breath of foul air.

The tasks assigned by Brother Bai should all be done by now.

His eyes flared with heat, "Secondly, to make amends for my mistake, I've come to bring you back. If you still refuse, then I must take action by force, and after returning, we can discuss my apology once more."

With those words, an overwhelming aura rapidly spread, heating the very air.

"Damn."

Zhang the Butcher closed his mouth, his expression odd, thinking, so it was trouble after all!

His body rigid, he still made an effort to reach behind his back.

Meanwhile, casting a sideways glance, he felt speechless. Ever since he'd known Shen Yi, there had never been an end to his troubles, each one greater than the last.

Previously, he could lend a hand, but this time... it was likely he couldn't stop his opponent, even at the cost of his own life.

Finally, that familiar voice reached his ears.

It was not the panicked tone he expected, but rather carried a touch of nonchalance.

"No need, just say plainly if you want to fight next time."

Shen Yi gently placed the food containers on the table and stood with his hands hanging by his side.

His unguarded stance added an unusual look in Fang Heng's eyes, who then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Reputation really is such a thing—once lost, it's very hard to pick back up."

Before his words could fade, he vanished in a blur from the spot.

This time, he would hold nothing back, determined to personally reclaim what he had lost.

The robust aura of the Mid Stage of Jade Liquid Realm swept through the house, so oppressive that it left people gasping for breath!

"I thought my carelessness last time would teach you a lesson."

Fang Heng appeared behind Shen Yi, his eyes calm as ancient wells, his sinuous muscles containing an immeasurably terrifying force.

Sever the meridian, capture the dragon!

"Don't worry, Bai Wei's skills are very good, though a bit painful; it serves right to improve memory."

In his eyes, the dense and complex network of Shen Yi's meridians suddenly surged to prominence.

Strike with full force!

Fang Heng's palms, carrying an endless momentum, slammed out thunderously!

Shen Yi turned slightly, performing a move identical to Fang Heng's, but his execution was far more natural and effortless.

The speed wasn't considered fierce, it was just a fraction faster than the opponent.

In the blink of an eye, his fingertips landed preemptively on Fang Heng's arms, then his hands changed from palms to fists, and he delivered a straightforward Cloud-Dispersing Long Fist strike to his chest.

Boom!

Amidst the muffled sound, Fang Heng flew backward, rolling several times on the ground.

His hands hung weakly by his sides, trembling slightly.

Everything had happened in the blink of an eye, giving him no chance to react.

Fang Heng lay quietly on the ground, swallowed the coppery sweetness in his mouth, and stared blankly at the sky, falling into contemplation: "..."

Inside the room.

Shen Yi adjusted his collar, then sat down at the table, opened the food box, and took out two pairs of chopsticks, handing one pair to Zhang the Butcher: "Let's eat."

The bearded man looked outside, then at Shen Yi, and finally at the chopsticks in his hand.

His facial features began to twist.

He tugged hard at his beard.

He widened his eyes as he racked his brains to find a reasonable explanation for the scene before him.

Either Fang Heng wasn't Fang Heng, or Shen Yi wasn't Shen Yi.

"Pass me an orange."

"Oh."

Zhang the Butcher's train of thought was interrupted, and he silently passed over the item.

Suddenly, he remembered what Chen Ji had once said.

Such a person as Shen Yi, nothing about him would be surprising.

"..."

Shen Yi peeled the orange, glancing at Fang Heng in the courtyard with the corner of his eyes.

Since the other had said that someone could heal him, Shen Yi had struck somewhat harder this time; the man wouldn't be able to move for at least two months.

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This kind of martial maniac, if not taught a lesson in submission, would prove to be troublesome in the future.

After being nurtured by the Jade Dew in his whole body, it wasn't just an increase in the depth of his breath that had improved, it was an all-around enhancement, further boosted by the power of the Jiao Demon.

In the eyes of the current Shen Yi, Fang Heng was slow, weak, and even his techniques were too familiar; facing Shen Yi, he had little chance of winning.

He had come to the Demon-suppression Bureau to slay demons.

Why stay locked up in that courtyard all the time?

If indeed the Jiao Demon came seeking revenge, when the time came, he wouldn't know how to cry.

A moment later.

Fang Heng struggled expressionlessly to his feet, spat out the blood in his mouth, and walked into the room with his hands hanging down.

He sat directly at the table: "I don't understand."

"Neither do I," Zhang the Butcher agreed deeply, picking up a chicken leg: "What happened to your hand? Want some?"

Fang Heng opened his mouth, took a bite from the chicken leg passed to him, and chewed vigorously.

Shen Yi picked up a chopstick full of vegetables, and mixed with rice, he chewed slowly while observing: "Aren't you going to treat your injury?"

"I can't go today."

Fang Heng remembered Bai Wei's reminder before leaving, stood up and walked to the next room: "I'll sleep tonight, and leave tomorrow."

His figure was somewhat forlorn.

Approaching the doorway, he suddenly glanced back slightly, his face reddening: "Don't you find the words I said earlier ridiculous?"

Shen Yi put down his chopsticks: "Not at all, you are geniuses, and geniuses usually have some pride; it's normal."

"Aren't you a genius? Why don't you have pride?" Fang Heng looked puzzled.

"Of course I'm not." Shen Yi stretched lazily; where in the world would there be a genius who needs thirty years to learn the Demon-subduing Sword Technique?

"..."

Fang Heng fell silent for a long while, his expression gradually showing respect.

It seemed to him that in the eyes of a true prodigy, people like him were nothing but arrogant fools inviting derision; they were ignorant of humility, which was laughable.

"Had I not been born a decade or so earlier, and already had a sect, I would have wished to acknowledge you as my master."

Leaving those words behind, he walked to the adjacent room.

That left Shen Yi, somewhat bewildered, sipping his lips in contemplation before realizing after a moment... it seemed the other had misunderstood his meaning.