Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 29 What Are You_1

"You... you..."

The emaciated monk had likewise spoken with the youth in black and was well aware of the frightening background the latter possessed.

Even the group of foxes on the Northern Cliff, including the venerable Green Qilin mother, dared not provoke them easily, let alone a lone Jianghu martial master from Qingzhou like himself.

Bowing before them wasn't a disgrace.

The only thing he hadn't expected was that someone would dare not to bow?

"Cough..."

Uncle Yin's facial features contorted as the flesh and blood he had previously swallowed, along with his saliva, were ejected together.

He forcibly stopped convulsing and scrambled to his feet, fury in his glaring eyes, the panting from his throat growing increasingly beast-like rather than human.

"Roar!"

He opened his mouth, and a roar like a loud bell deafened the ears.

If there was someone around with the cultivation of the Initial Realm, it would have been fine, but for someone like Chen Ji, who had only some martial skills, even if he tried his best to maintain his stance, he couldn't help but stagger two steps back.

The Lin Family steward was even worse off, collapsing to the ground, staining his silk robe with filth.

"It's over, someone from the Lin Family is going to die!"

He cried out with a sob in his voice, sneakily glancing ahead.

All he saw was Shen Yi acting as if he hadn't heard, pulling out his three-foot long blade in a calm and unrushed manner, much like someone would nonchalantly draw out an oil-paper umbrella from their bosom when drizzles fill the autumn air.

But the moment they saw him draw the blade,

Uncle Yin instantly silenced his roar, a look of fear appeared in his eyes, and then he turned to flee!

Inside the house, the moment the opponent made his move, he had sharply detected that profound aura, certainly not one of someone who had just entered the Initial Realm... at the very least, it was a martial master who was greatly accomplished in the Initial Realm.

Uncle Yin's legs exerted force as he crouched low, rushing six zhang in one leap.

He didn't even think to look back.

Seeing his pitiful escape, even the two brothers from Vajra Gate showed a hint of surprise.

Being at the same Initial Realm, there was no reason to be this afraid.

"The Imperial Court is handling the case; it is not appropriate for us to intervene,"

said the emaciated monk, seemingly guessing that the others were deterred by the aide beside Shen Yi, as he suddenly spoke in a mocking tone.

Zhang the Butcher gave him a glance and slowly sighed.

Yet, even so, what was puzzling was that Uncle Yin still didn't intend to stop, instead, he scurried even faster.

The next moment, Shen Yi moved quickly and quietly appeared behind the youth in black in just two or three steps.

His long blade suddenly chopped down, bringing with it a surge of fierce and ferocious energy that finally caused a chill to run down Uncle Yin's spine, compelling him to turn around and block with his elbow.

Hiss!

The long blade, carrying a swirl of scarlet and pale Blade Qi, cut down!

The sharp edge of the blade tore through Uncle Yin's flesh as easily as one would rip paper, the tough bone in his elbow cracked upon impact, and the ravaging Blade Qi left a deep bone-deep gash on his face through his arm.

The gash extended to his right shoulder, emitting a sizzling corrosive noise, and at a pace visible to the naked eye, turned the surrounding flesh into pus.

With blood spraying, strands of dark yellow fur burst forth from Uncle Yin's face, spreading the stench typical of a wild animal.

The dark yellow fur revealed the true identity behind the black patterns.

The "human skin" it wore lost its effect, and opening its huge fanged mouth, it was revealed to be a fierce tiger's head.

Uncle Yin endured the pain, his sight blurred by the blood, and fled in panic toward the side. Simultaneously, he howled in terror, "You madman! She won't let you off!"

His words struck a chord with the emaciated monk.

He looked at Shen Yi in shock, his eyes seeing a dead man.

Zhang the Butcher watched the Tiger Demon rushing towards him, smacked his lips, and drew a plain butcher knife from behind his waist, which in his large palm looked almost like a toy.

After a moment's thought, he flipped it to use the back of the blade, lifting his burly arm and smashing it down fiercely on the other party.

Under the force of his powerful blow, the already panicking Tiger Demon was smashed back yet again.

It frantically tried to grab onto something, but in its crimson field of vision, a clean face suddenly appeared, looking askance at it with movements both crisp and decisive.

Thud!

A flash of silver light swept by.

The corpse separated from its head, falling to the ground in succession, kicking up a bit of dust, quickly swelling to several times its size, and transforming into a robust and corpulent tiger's body.

Shen Yi sheathed his sword, bent over, and thrust his strong and slender fingers into the abdomen of the corpse, searching briefly before extracting a small Beast Origin.

[Slain an Initial Realm Early Stage Tiger Demon, total lifespan five hundred and twenty years, remaining one hundred and thirty-two years, absorption complete]

"Are you out of your mind?!"

The skinny monk glared at his junior with anger: "How many times have I reminded you not to cause trouble for me!"

Zhang the Butcher put away his hog-slaughtering knife without a word and picked up a fresh blade of grass to chew on. His expression shifted slightly, and he quickly spat it out: "Ptui, does your family keep a dog or something? Feels like it's tainted with urine, the taste is all musty."

"Thank you."

Shen Yi pocketed the Beast Origin.

"I'm just too curious, wanting to tap on everything I see."

Zhang the Butcher looked over and smiled nonchalantly.

"Bastard… Bastard…" The ignored skinny monk trembled with anger.

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and noticed the Blade Technique in Chen Ji's hand, his expression filled with a bit more confusion.

"A bit nervous, just trying to muster up some courage."

Chen Ji concealed the knife behind his back, squeezing out a strained smile, his eyes tinged with a bit of shame.

How many more Demonic Beasts did he have to slay to prove that he was not in league with Demons?

The nameless ghost fire before was so doubted in his own heart that he feared no gossip.

However...

Officer Shen's progress in martial arts was alarmingly fast! This was the first time Chen Ji had witnessed him slay a Great Demon. In Shen Yi's hands, the Tiger Demon seemed to have never had the slightest intention to resist from beginning to end.

The only solace for himself was that the other man was not using the Demon-subduing Sword Technique.

This meant that Officer Shen must have been secretly practicing martial arts for some time now, most likely with another master.

"Alright, take the Demon carcass with us, back to the law enforcement office."

Seeing that he was reluctant to elaborate, Shen Yi did not ask further.

"Your subordinate obeys," Chen Ji stepped forward promptly.

At that moment, the eerie voice came again from the side.

"Young friend Shen, he doesn't need to muster courage. His courage was so great he almost struck this old man with a knife, and he even asked me what I was."

The skinny monk came over with a cold smile.

Just because one is dressed in the clothes of the Imperial Court doesn't mean one can act haughtily in front of martial masters from Qingzhou. Even if one does not engage in underhanded tactics, having a superior who can suppress you is alone enough to leave you speechless.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ji's movements hesitated, and a trace of regret welled up within him.

Dealing with Demons was already troublesome enough; why invite more trouble over a moment of anger?

With this in mind, he bowed his head and rubbed his face, considering how to apologize, when he heard Shen Yi's indifferent inquiry.

"Did you really say that?"

On hearing this, Chen Ji stiffened and said helplessly, "I did."

The skinny monk's cold smile grew wider as he stood with his hands hanging down.

Shen Yi nodded and turned to walk towards him.

"It's not really a big deal. This old man is not lacking in magnanimity, but you, Officer Shen, should really keep a better eye on your subordinates…"

The skinny monk had not finished speaking when he saw Shen Yi standing in front of him, his palm resting on the sheath of his sword.

He met a calm gaze, as Shen Yi slightly parted his thin lips, his voice laced with a hint of mockery:

"So."

"What are you, exactly?"