Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 1225 - 741 Eve of the Decisive Battle in Southern Continent_2

Chapter 1225: Chapter 741 Eve of the Decisive Battle in Southern Continent_2

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Inside the Glazed Prefecture Government Office.

As the two figures stepped in, voices welcoming them resounded one after another.

"Lord Nanyang!"

"Lord Nanyang!"

Whether they were ordinary court officials or Demon Slayer Bureau’s messenger soldiers, they all put down their tasks and respectfully bowed.

With time, when the three General of Southern Defense stationed at Songfeng Prefecture that night, what truly happened in Jianyang Prefecture had already spread throughout the Great Nan Continent.

The terrifying abyss that might take many years to repair proved the earth-shattering power of those Demon Venerables, yet the untouched Jianyang Prefecture City highlighted how fearsome this General Nanyang was.

There were even rumors that since this general appeared, all evils were intimidated by his renown, and there hadn’t been any demon harm incidents in the entire Southern Continent for a long while.

Compared to the grievous news coming from the other three continents, the current flourishing times seemed even more precious.

"..."

Ye Lan followed behind Shen Yi, watching the undisguised joy on the faces of his colleagues. He couldn’t help but cast his glance at Shen Yi’s profile.

The current situation can largely be credited to the person right before him.

However, the situation isn’t as smooth as his colleagues think; the real catastrophe of the Southern Continent hasn’t been weathered. If any problem arises, these smiles will instantly transform into the despair before tragic death.

"Sect Master!"

Amidst the uniform address, a different one suddenly emerged.

Shen Yi’s steps slightly halted, and he turned around.

What came into view was a youthful face still full of boyishness. The other party, dressed as a court official, clenched his fists tightly, excited like a child.

"Qingfeng?"

A faint smile appeared on Shen Yi’s face.

Since parting at the Land Temple, he had not seen any old acquaintances for a long time.

"Introduced by the Land God, I am now working here in the government office."

Li Qingfeng quickly ran up, introducing himself while carefully scrutinizing the young man before him, then vigorously rubbed his flushed face, taking a deep breath before saying, "So it really is you!"

Though the name of General Nanyang was resounding, the details were sparse.

Just with those black robes and handsome descriptions, combined with the decisive actions and that familiar title, Li Qingfeng somehow felt the General Nanyang increasingly resemble the Shen Sect Master he knew.

However, the difference between the two was indeed immense.

After all, on one hand was a native of Hongze who had just entered the Divine Dynasty, and on the other was a prominent figure averting crises in the Southern Continent.

The difference in cultivation was from Dao Realm to that sublime realm of God and Immortal Venerable, making even his speculation seem absurd.

It wasn’t until today that he finally had the chance to behold the true figure, making Li Qingfeng’s face flush with nervousness.

The presence that once dominated in Nanyang Treasure Land, now in the vast expanse of the Divine Dynasty, still stood towering in the heavens, tugging at the heartstrings of countless people!

"Senior brothers and sisters have all found good prospects now."

"And there’s Bai Wei, I’ve heard she ranked in the top hundred in the sect’s grand competition and was taken as a disciple by a Seventh-Grade True Immortal senior who praised her talent."

Li Qingfeng chattered incessantly, following behind the two.

Ye Lan listened in confusion, not understanding why one would call a True Immortal a senior, nor understanding what was notable about ranking in the top hundred of a small, unknown sect’s outer sect.

After all, such small sects, a single peak in the hundreds surrounding Shenxu Mountain, all serve as sacred places that their Sect Master has pursued for life.

Yet she found that Shen Yi was listening attentively, not dismissively in the least.

What Ye Lan didn’t know was...

The so-called senior brothers and sisters were merely of the Returning to Void Realm, not even reaching Union Dao nor Ninth Grade, while Bai Wei was a mere Qi-Training Realm cultivator.

In Hongze, the Seventh-Grade True Immortal was akin to their heavens.

Being noticed by such a figure meant being favored by the Heavenly Dao, naturally something worthy of joy.

"And the little junior sister."

Li Qingfeng mentioned another acquaintance, helplessly, "She refuses to enter the Immortal Sect and instead follows a Demon Slayer to learn skills, hoping one day to join the Demon Slayer Bureau too..."

Since the Imperial Court issued the Demon Slaying Order, the Demon Slayer Bureau was no longer a secret.

Even a small official like Li Qingfeng in the government office could more or less learn a bit about it.

What astonished him was, while he could only guess that General Nanyang was Shen Sect Master in his heart, that little junior sister was so certain and unhesitant in following him afterward.

After completing the story about Jiang Qiulan, Li Qingfeng finally felt his mouth dry and shamefully rubbed his head, "Sect Master knows, I’m quite talkative, and with the dullness in this office, I tend to relay messages with them..."

"It’s quite good."

Shen Yi’s lips slightly curved, thinking how this acting Sect Master was much more attentive to duty than he was as the Sect Master.

"You go ahead with your work." Li Qingfeng also noticed the few prominent figures approaching from the other end of the corridor.

"We’ll chat more later."

Shen Yi nodded and watched him retreat before withdrawing his gaze.

"Why does he call you Sect Master? Which sect is it?"

Ye Lan, full of curiosity, finally found the chance to ask. Though she knew Shen Yi fled to the Divine Dynasty after making trouble in Hongze, she never inquired further about the details, not expecting this kind of past.

"Nanyang Sect."

Shen Yi stepped towards the General of Southern Defense who had been waiting for a while.

Upon hearing this name, Ye Lan was momentarily stunned.

In an instant, she finally understood why Shen Yi, knowing he owed the Divine Dynasty nothing, refused to leave.

Nanyang Sect, General Nanyang.

The disciples of the sect, some practicing in small sects, some working in the government office, others hoping to join the Demon Slayer Bureau, no matter what they did, were all in the Great Nan Continent.

If the Southern Continent falls, those people...

As the Sect Master, the reason he stood in front of his disciples is so straightforward and unadorned that it now seems easy to comprehend.

"Back, eh?"

Yan Lanting contentedly looked at the young man before him, with all three General of Southern Defense wearing smiles, yet unanimously not bringing up the topic of the Divine Dynasty’s reply.

They didn’t want General Nanyang to feel that they had no retreat because of him.

As General of Southern Defense, one shouldn’t have anything like a retreat.

Otherwise, how would one justify the word ’stand’ here?

"In truth, we rummaged through some old records and found that the issue might not be as tricky as imagined."

Yang Mingli chimed in, "According to these records, the Southern Emperor was always cautious, never doing anything unless certain of success. Even when in conflict with the Three Immortals Sect during his most flamboyant period, he only dared to retaliate against the remnants... not even counting the sect’s followers but rather the vassal forces, and even then, he immediately prepared for escape after the act."

After his words, Wushan standing by seemed to flinch, pursed his lips but said nothing more, lowering his head again.

"Based on my conjecture, given the Demon Race suffered numerous losses during successive attacks on the Southern Continent, likely it would completely abandon this idea instead of retaliating as we imagined."

Yang Mingli grew more convinced as he spoke.

Though he had little personal interaction with the Southern Emperor, his extensive years of experience allowed him to deduce certain things from these chronicles.

"None of your recent predictions have turned out right," Yan Lanting casually countered.

"You old rascal..." Yang Mingli, irked and glaring, was momentarily at a loss for words, choked up, "This time, this time is different!"

He helplessly glanced at Shen Yi, hoping the latter would speak up for him.

"This time is no different."

Shen Yi smirked lightly, bypassed the trio, and patted Wushan’s shoulder.

He withdrew his smile, calmly stating, "It will definitely come."

Within his mind, Shen Yi once again recalled the gaunt, white-robed figure in Southern Sumeru.

That Great Freedom Pure World Bodhisattva, one who dared command many Bodhisattvas against a True God, could hardly allow the Southern Emperor to regain his footing in the Barbaric lands.

"..."

With his words yet to settle, the three General of Southern Defense fell into collective silence, faces turning slightly ashen.

As known to all, contrary to Yang Mingli, the judgment of General Nanyang had yet to err.

Thus, it meant in the end, they must face the Demon Venerable who lived through unknown eons.

"Please be more vigilant, everyone."

Leaving these words behind, Shen Yi strode out of the government office.

Leaving behind Wushan, who stared dumbfounded at his shoulder... not to say, why did Lord Nanyang pat his shoulder, making it seem as if he was the one who invited the Southern Emperor!

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