Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 28 Master Yin Seven_1

Upon hearing this, the steward of the Lin Family felt his heart instantly grow hair.

The fact that the expert invited by the magistrate recognized Shen Yi was one thing, but why did the foreigner brought back by the young lady know him as well?

They're all acquaintances, yet they still need to exorcise demons? Don't end up colluding and devouring the Lin Family whole.

On the other side, Chen Ji's expression became slightly gloomy.

If he was only about seventy to eighty percent suspicious before, the words of the youth in black made him completely certain that the other party was a demon, merely cloaked in human skin.

There was no other reason.

The tone of the other party... Chen Ji was all too familiar with it, and it even evoked some unpleasant memories.

In recent years, those demons that entered the city all spoke to Shen Yi in such a manner, followed by seeking fresh flesh to consume or kidnapping some family's daughter.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced to his side.

Shen Yi's face showed no ripples, as if he didn't feel offended by the words of the youth in black at all.

He stood with his hands hanging by his side, quietly observing Liu Qi's corpse, and after a moment said, "Everyone, please leave for now."

The moment these words were uttered, the Lin Family steward wished he could slap himself. What was he thinking, bringing such people back! Did he think the situation was not chaotic enough!

It was one thing for those idlers outside to believe in rumors, but he had been the steward of the Lin Family for so many years. How could he have been so muddle-headed?

Didn't he see that it was not a yamen for exorcising demons?

The dejected steward turned and exited. Chen Ji remained silent, taking another look at Shen Yi, confirming that the other wasn't deliberately lowering his guard against demons to allow Chen Ji to get a fierce hit on the youth in black as he passed by.

With no alternative, he bowed and said, "I take my leave now."

As the two left the side room, they happened upon the two lean ascetics who had also stopped ahead, catching the steward's annoyed expression. The ascetic's face finally looked quite pleased.

"See what I told you, in the end, he's just a young man, too full of himself! Having encountered some lucky adventures, he can't see his own limits, and only after losing face completely will he learn his lesson."

"Which one of us hasn't had such adventures, which one isn't a genius, and which one, unlike him, fails to appreciate their good fortune?"

"A fool is always a fool, and rotten wood cannot be carved!"

Hearing his senior brother's ongoing mockery, Zhang the Butcher, lacking interest, squatted down, picked a blade of green grass, and put it in his mouth, returning to his gloomy disposition from before.

Mockery poured into Chen Ji's ears. He looked over coldly, suddenly feeling that these so-called seniors of the martial world were nothing like what he had imagined, even nauseating.

No matter how incompetent Officer Shen was, he went alone to Liulimiao Village and came back with thirteen demon corpses, earning no more than two taels and four coins of silver.

This man had been in Baiyun County for so long and had not made a move even once. Was a man of his age who is all talk and pettiness worth the monthly salary of six hundred taels of silver?

"What are you looking at, kid?"

As if sensing something, the skinny ascetic turned his head, his eyes chilling and ominous.

He could tolerate Shen Yi because the latter was a martial master who had also reached the Initial Realm and transcended beyond, but since when did a small arrest officer dare to look at him with such eyes?

The black robe moved without wind, and the skin-and-bone palm reached out from the sleeve, fingers curling like a hawk's claw.

A turbulent aura instantly enveloped the other.

Chen Ji's face turned pale, his teeth clenching tightly.

Under normal circumstances, he knew the importance of restraint. He would never dare to meet the other's eyes directly; he would lower his head, admit his mistake, and have done with it.

But at that moment, a nameless fire burst forth from his heart.

His hand that rested on the hilt of his blade suddenly gripped with force, and the bright silver blade was unsheathed, catching everyone's attention.

"The Demon-suppression Bureau is conducting official business. Since when is it your turn, a warrior of the pugilistic world, to meddle and preach!"

"Officer Shen is working for the Imperial Court; what are you to dare to babble here? Shut your mouth!"

As these words were spoken, the gaunt monk was like thunderstruck, standing stiffly in place for a long time without speaking. It was only much later that he stiffly stuttered, "Very well, very well, you press me with the Imperial Court..."

Steward Lin was so frightened that his legs trembled uncontrollably, involuntarily squeezing together.

One must know that what people from these sects feared the most was being oppressed by the Demon-suppression Bureau. Although the gaunt monk seemed to have lost his anger, in reality, his words were already tinged with an undercurrent of murderous intent.

This little clerk will have occasions to take off his uniform... Does he really think that Shen Yi can keep him safe?

Only Zhang the Butcher, squatting on the ground, paused for a moment after hearing this, then spat out the green grass in his mouth and began to laugh soundlessly, his mouth wide open.

At the same time, the look in his eyes as he glanced toward the door gained a hint of curiosity.

Interesting, interesting. He didn't draw his sword even when facing a demon, but when it came to reprimanding his superior, he couldn't restrain himself from drawing his knife on an Initial Realm Martial Master. What kind of person could command such respect in front of his subordinates?

…

Compared to the noisy scene outside, the side room was remarkably tranquil.

The young man in black lazily flicked his wrist, walked over to Liu Qi's corpse, and with a look of disgust, tore off the remaining half of the arm, chewing it vigorously.

"I thought I'd have to waste some more words, but it's you, which saves me the patience. Please don't mind, I understand the rules. Just call me Seventh Master in the future."

Shen Yi watched the other man eating impassively, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.

In just a few short days, he had seen too many similar scenes.

The only ripple in his heart was because Liu Qi had been a martial practitioner, and the scene before him was the outcome of losing to a demon.

"Not to reprimand you, but she once told me, 'if there's anything you need, you can find him.' I've waited for so long, yet I can't seem to wait for you to come to my door, so I had to take matters into my own hands."

The young man in black was slightly irritated. "From now on, come by every three days, got it? Don't think it's too much. I won't stay for more than a few months."

The reason Shen Yi asked the others to leave was just for one question, "Where is she?"

"What, Seventh Master's words don't carry weight, and she must tell you personally?" Seventh Master swallowed chunks of flesh, frowning deeply as he stepped toward Shen Yi.

He lifted his head to stare at Shen Yi, wiped the flesh from the corner of his mouth, and said impatiently, "She's been out playing for too long, went back to North Cliff to see her mother, and will return in a few days. If you're hungry enough that you mess with Seventh Master's stomach, I'll take care of you myself, even without her."

At that moment, Seventh Master suddenly noticed Shen Yi's eyebrows slightly knitting together... almost as if he were somewhat disappointed, more specifically, like the time when he was young and digging out a rabbit's hole, expecting a whole litter but only finding one.

The next moment, Shen Yi cast his eyes downward.

A frosty coolness began to rise within those eyes.

For some reason, Seventh Master suddenly felt his heart pounding fiercely, muscles all over his body tensed, the kind of instinctual fear one feels when facing imminent danger.

Since he had entered the Initial Realm, he had never experienced this feeling.

"…"

Chen Ji's face was numb as he gripped the handle of his knife tightly.

The gaunt monk stood expressionlessly on the other side, with Steward Lin caught in between, wearing a look of distress, as though wishing he could take to his heels and run.

Suddenly, a thunderous cracking sound shattered the silence of the courtyard!

Crack!

The sturdy rosewood door instantly blew apart, and amidst a shower of wooden splinters, a black figure was flung out, spitting out a mouthful of scarlet.

Wrapped in formidable power, he smashed into the blue-stone pavement, tumbling repeatedly before dissipating the force entirely.

Zhang the Butcher slowly stood up, while Steward Lin yelped and crouched down, clutching his head.

The gaunt monk trembled slightly as he turned his head, Chen Ji stood in a daze with his long knife, and several people together turned their gaze toward the doorway.

Behind that shattered door.

Shen Yi was adjusting his cuffs, his expression indifferent, his figure composed as he stepped out.