Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 238 - Seven-foot Gold Body_1

Chapter 238: Chapter 238 Seven-foot Gold Body_1

Days passed in the blink of an eye.

Displaying a slightly stooped figure, Wu Dao’an paced the courtyard with his hands behind his back, resembling an ordinary old man nearing his end.

As the Yin Gods saw him approaching, they silently made way.

Without striking up a conversation, they just quietly watched him walk away.

No longer having the Golden Scroll by his side, naturally, he no longer needed to preside over the Martial Temple Refinement, nor could he be considered a temple priest on rotation.

However, this was not the reason why the other Martial Immortals distanced themselves from him.

Autocratic.

While the old ancestor was in deep slumber, he completely disregarded the opinions of his brothers in the courtyard and made such a significant decision without consulting anyone.

“I don’t want Junior Brother Shen to become the second Senior Brother Zhu.”

“But old ghost Wu is pushing him step by step into that pit of fire.”

A few Martial Immortals indifferently watched the direction in which the old man left.

From the day Shen Yi joined the Martial Temple, he had been in charge of the Golden Wolf Jade Token, and within just over a month, he had obtained the Golden Scroll of a rotating temple priest.

He had not encountered the slightest obstacle or difficulty.

All of this was Wu Dao’an’s doing.

This old ghost made decisions for the entire Martial Temple, so who gave him this power?

“The Incense Willpower represented by that Golden Scroll has decreased by thirty percent these past few days,” someone spoke softly.

Their biggest fear still occurred—Junior Brother Shen’s physique was truly astonishing, and so was the greed that matched his physique.

Regardless of whether it was needed or not, he swallowed everything into his body first.

“Should we take the chance to snatch a portion for ourselves first while he is still unaware, to save for later?”

“He’s grabbing, you’re grabbing, everyone’s grabbing—when the real need arises, we might as well just surrender with our hands tied!”

The Martial Immortal angrily waved his sleeve, scolding his fellow disciples.

After speaking, he took a couple of breaths, “What is Junior Brother Shen doing now?”

After a moment of contemplation, someone replied, “Taking a break?”

…

Inside the small attic of the Armory.

Senior Brother Zhu cleared his throat and recited the Purification Spell once more.

Shen Yi leaned back against the corner of the wall, closed his eyes listening, occasionally nodding lightly and stretching lazily in contentment.

Approximately three more times were recited.

At last, Senior Brother Zhu stopped and with a look full of anticipation said, “Junior brother, could you please show me that again?”

“…”

Shen Yi opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“I understand,” Senior Brother Zhu turned around and activated the attic’s Formation to block the sight and senses of others, then sat down solemnly in the corner, cradling a skeletal frame.

Seeing this, Shen Yi closed his eyes again.

In the midst of his spiritual sea, the Yin God was seated in a lotus position, and compared to before, there was now a Golden Bead in its arms.

Inside the bead, a figure was curled up.

He touched the golden bead with his mind.

The next moment, the Golden Bead appeared in Shen Yi’s palm and then hovered in midair.

Dazzling golden light spread out like threads, weaving into a seven-foot tall, resplendent golden figure on the spot.

As it appeared, all the Jade Slips in the attic paled in comparison.

The figure was immensely sturdy with an authoritative face even without anger.

Bright red lines extended from its spine, resembling the ghastly and ferocious face of an evil spirit.

“Ah!”

Senior Brother Zhu gaped, staring fixedly at the Golden Body, and although he was a Yin God, he seemed to hear the pounding of his own heartbeat.

The Golden Body Dharma Identity slowly opened its eyes.

Its gaze alone made Senior Brother Zhu feel as if his Yin God would be shattered.

The one thing that struck Zhu Jue as odd was that since Junior Brother Shen had conjured the Golden Body Technique, he became extremely indifferent and unwilling to speak.

Indeed, the Arhat Golden Body withdrew its gaze in silence and reverted back into a bead shape, floating back into Shen Yi’s palm.

“…”

Zhu Jue reluctantly deactivated the Formation but didn’t make any further requests, knowing full well that a Golden Body not yet fully formed is when a Deification Transcendent Realm Cultivator is most anxious.

A step forward could lead to boundless horizons, but being prematurely killed off would spell big trouble, so the fewer people knew, the better.

Junior Brother Shen’s willingness to let me take a glance is already a great kindness.

Although I think this way, Zhu Jue still feels a bit of a sting in his nose.

“Junior Brother, what is this emotion?”

“Envy, I almost wish I could devour his flesh and bones,” Shen Yi said leisurely as he stood up, tucking the Golden Bead into his sea of qi.

“That’s not right.”

Zhu Jue, who rarely shook his head, replied, “I just feel very desperate. Why can’t I possess such a Golden Body Dharma Identity? Looking at your figure from behind, it feels unreachable.”

“Inadequate talent, that’s why,” Shen Yi nodded.

“…” Zhu Jue was stunned for a moment, then clenched his teeth: “Now I really do feel like devouring his flesh and bones.”

“This thing isn’t really that interesting anyway.”

Shen Yi gave him a sidelong glance and said indifferently: “You’ll get tired of it after using it a few more times.”

“Huh?”

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jue turned around to sit with his face toward the corner of the wall, “Please go, Junior Brother. I want to be alone for a while.”

Seeing that his well-intentioned effort had paid off,

Shen Yi waved his hand and left the Armory unhurriedly.

Not until he closed the door to the Golden Jade Stairway

did he let out a sigh.

[Remaining lifespan of demons: 24,100 years]

Shen Yi expected that the process of casting a Golden Body would be difficult, but he never imagined it would be this challenging.

It took over twenty thousand years.

According to the panel’s hint, this seven-foot Gold Body is just a semi-finished product, not even a minor achievement.

It’s probably the weakest existence even among those in the Divination Transformation Realm.

The reason why he couldn’t progress further wasn’t that he lacked Incense Willpower, but because Qinghua was nearly driven mad…

That woman, now whenever she appears, her eyes are red-rimmed, her lips bitten, her gaze hazy, truly like a resentful woman.

In comparison, the effect on Shen Yi was much less, for his role was simply as an “intermediary.”

His spirit was extremely weary, but he was far from driven to madness.

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Protected by the Transcendent Spirit Golden Body,

Shen Yi felt much more relaxed. After tidying up the green robes he wore, he proceeded to the Martial Temple as usual to unwind.

…

Outside the Imperial City, a horse-drawn carriage slowly came to a halt.

An old man wearing profound armor dismounted and handed over his official credentials. Then he got back on the fierce red horse, comforting the person inside the carriage, “Don’t be angry. Maybe there was a genuine emergency. Otherwise, why would he not even take the time to greet you?”

Inside the carriage,

a pretty girl dressed in a white shirt clutched the ropes of silver bells, glaring at the bell with a puffed-up look.

“I am not angry at all.”

Having said that, she seemed to convince herself, emphasizing with more force, “I know he must have emergencies to tend to, certainly busy slaying demons and vanquishing evils.”

Chen Qiankun drove the carriage toward the Martial Temple.

And then he stopped in front of the Demon Hunters’ Headquarters.

He smirked to himself, confiding that if Shen Yi hadn’t silently left Qingzhou, the young lady probably wouldn’t have been willing to exchange that strand of the demon king’s life force for the Martial Temple Refinement. It wasn’t for refinement; it was clearly an excuse to come to the capital.

“Sigh.”

The old man shook his head and walked towards the General Office.

Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of two figures.

The man in the green shirt looked suave and handsome while the woman, wearing a white dress and holding a long sword, had a voluptuous figure and was full of charm.

The two stood side by side, seemingly engaging in a soft conversation.

“…”

Chen Qiankun choked on his breath and quickly pretended not to see.

He stepped into the General Office.

The quiet carriage, with its curtain slightly lifted by someone,

Lin Baiwei hid behind the curtain, peeking outside quietly, and then her red lips involuntarily pouted.

She let the curtain fall disappointedly, gripping the silver bell in her palm tightly.

He doesn’t seem that busy after all…

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