Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 330 - 328: No Background_1

Chapter 330: Chapter 328: No Background_1

Great Qian Imperial City, Ji Mansion.

In the gloomy depths of the boudoir, an elegant lady quietly read the letter in her hand again and again, poring over the hasty scrawl on the page.

As Consort Ji, she could certainly afford to use communication jade slips.

Yet, compared to the cold jade slip, she longed more for a handwritten letter from her son.

Sent to that dull and tasteless Immortal Sect at such a young age.

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What a torment it was.

Even she could not resist the temptations of worldly splendor, stubbornly making her way to Great Qian.

Consort Ji carefully folded the letter.

There had been a chance for Jin Jiang to enjoy the glory of Great Qian, to grow up like a normal Princely Heir, to marry and have children, and to be by her side.

Yet all of that was ruined by that woman.

Just as Jin Jiang had begun to change his attitude, Jiang Qiulan toyed with him to the extent that he lost all interest in food and drink and became even more melancholic than before.

To prevent his odd tendencies from causing a scandal in the Imperial City, she had no choice but to send him away.

It was a pity that her influence was so insignificant; despite many years in Great Qian, she had seen no returns, and her voice mattered less and less in Mysterious Light Cave.

Otherwise, she would have cleared the air decisively.

Consort Ji steadied her breathing and looked toward the two guards, “Speak,” she said.

“Reporting back to Consort Ji, we have tried our best to search, but there is still no news of His Highness…” one guard replied softly.

Upon hearing this, Consort Ji’s face showed no ripples.

She had long grown accustomed to that useless man; it mattered not to her if he died out there.

“Following Your Highness’ order, we have found another lady who was lost outside and, as for another…”

The guard stopped without saying more, as there were countless ladies in the Wang Mansion, but Jin Jiang was the only male Princely Heir, it certainly wasn’t because His Highness had any problems.

“Where is she?” Consort Ji asked, her eyes slightly lifting.

“Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division.”

The guard bowed and said, “This young man is now a Demon Suppression Marshal, and the lady, named Chen Jinyu, is also doing odd jobs in the Demon Suppression Bureau.”

“Ah, Qingzhou again,” Consort Ji said coldly, a sneer crossing her face. Join the Demon-suppression Bureau in hopes of currying favor with Martial Temple to do something for the wench who bore him?

“Bring that girl back so she doesn’t disgrace herself outside and undermine the Wang Mansion’s dignity. As for the other one, be clean and swift—don’t let those dark-skinned dogs pin anything on us.”

“Understood,” the two guards straightened their postures once more.

After all, he was just a Demon Suppression Marshal without any background; otherwise, he would not have let his sister serve others by washing and cooking. Dealing with him would be all too easy.

Just as the two prepared to leave, a bald man barged into the courtyard.

Seeing this, Consort Ji was not angered but rather stood up slowly, “What brings you here?”

As a man of Mysterious Light Cave, he, too, must have been thinking of doing something for the Immortal Sect.

This bald man was a disciple who she had carefully selected and placed in the Martial Temple. The last news of Shen Yi’s promotion to Inspector had come from him.

“Have them leave,” she said.

The bald man glanced around before stepping into the room.

Observing his demeanor, Consort Ji’s heart beat faster. Could it be that after such a long wait, there was finally some profit to be had?

Right now, even just for the sake of her son’s future, she urgently needed to improve her status within the Mysterious Light Cave.

The bald man spoke in a low voice, “The Xu Family.”

At those two words, Consort Ji paused in shock for quite a while, and upon roughly guessing which Xu Family it might be, her heart began to beat even more rapidly.

“What exactly is the situation?” she asked, approaching quickly.

“Martial Temple has invited a member of the Xu Family. The individual is no youth, and there’s a Yin God Cultivator with them; certainly not a low status. Listening to their conversation… it seems like they want the Xu Family member to help with something,” said the bald man, pausing to ponder before adding, “No matter what, the people of Martial Temple definitely know his identity; there’s no escaping the fact that they’ve hidden it from us and not reported it.”

Hearing this, Consort Ji’s expression calmed.

She closed her eyes and thought carefully, “Something’s not right.”

Just inviting a member of the Xu Family to construct a formation was not worth the risk for Martial Temple to offend Mysterious Light Cave.

Moreover, after suffering such a great loss, those reclusive old geezers would not come out unless there was sufficient benefit and confidence.

There must be something bigger hidden.

“No need to rush, continue to stay in Martial Temple, I need more reliable information.”

Consort Ji waved her hand, yet noticed the bald man remained in place. Raising an eyebrow, she said, “Worry not. If the time comes to notify my sect, you will be the one to deliver the message.”

“Thank you, Consort Ji!”

The man finally showed a smile.

As a Dao Infant Cultivator who pledged loyalty to the Martial Temple, which mainly cultivates the Yin Spirit, it was as if his future path was severed. It would be better to search for a better prospect sooner rather than later.

…

In Great Qian, Qingzhou City.

Accompanied by a group of people, A’Qing looked around the streets with great excitement.

Although she had snuck out before, she rarely had the chance to walk in the world so openly, and everything was extremely fresh to her.

“It’s no wonder Great Qian is considered a sacred land for Yin God Cultivators, even the temples have been built right in the middle of the city!”

She looked at a main hall where incense burned incessantly, approached in a few strides, and peered into the hall through the crowd.

“Only he can establish a temple.”

Lin Baiwei explained with a smile.

Compared to her earlier liveliness, the girl in white had become much quieter, and her every move exuded a sense of calm and steadiness.

It seemed as if she was intentionally emulating the image of Sister Jiang.

“He?”

A’Qing linked arms with Lin Baiwei, and after days of interaction, her fondness for Miss Lin had grown significantly.

Inside the great hall, a dignified deity sat with the Ceremonial Blade lying flat on his lap, wearing a luxurious black-gold robe that trailed onto the floor.

His face was calm, his eyes carried an indifferent look that seemed to overlook the mortal world.

“He looks familiar.”

A’Qing opened her mouth slightly and blinked.

Just then, she suddenly heard an exclamation.

She turned to look and saw that Miss Lin, who just moments ago had a serene face, was now scrunching her face and rubbing the back of her head with a mournful gaze.

Behind her, a handsome young man slowly withdrew his hand: “Who told you to mess around with all this nonsense?”

“It wasn’t me…”

Lin Baiwei lowered her hand weakly, but her lips curled in a joy she couldn’t hide: “You’re back.”

At this, A’Qing was somewhat surprised.

In her experience, some referred to Senior Shen as ‘Officer Shen’, others called him ‘Brother’ or ‘Big Brother’, even if grudgingly.

This was the first time she had seen someone address him so directly as “you.”

And what was even stranger was that Brother Shen didn’t seem to find it inappropriate at all.

With this thought, A’Qing narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“I’ve come back to take a look.”

Shen Yi glanced at the girl in white: “Don’t always follow her example, you look like a piece of cold, misfortune-stricken ice.”

“I haven’t been imitating her.”

Lin Baiwei pursed her lips and smiled, only Shen Yi would dare speak of Sister Jiang like that.

“Do you want to go back to the Imperial City now, or stay here?” Shen Yi then looked at A’Qing.

“Er.” A’Qing quickly recovered her composure, sensing something in his words: “Isn’t Brother Shen going to take me with him?”

Shen Yi shook his head: “I have some matters to attend to.”

This time, his journey wasn’t for the sake of the cave, but rather to collect more lifespans from demons.

Moreover, after their previous encounter with the Youwei Demon Emperor, if it hadn’t been for the intervention of the cultivators from Wutong Mountain, he wouldn’t have been able to protect A’Qing.

“Okay then…” A’Qing hung her head in disappointment but then sneakily glanced at Miss Lin: “I want to stay here!”

“That’s fine.”

Shen Yi didn’t suspect a thing and nodded decisively.

Xu Wanyun was also in Qingzhou, and with an Ultimate Realm Primordial Grandmaster protecting her, there likely wouldn’t be any problems.

It just so happened that they had mentioned Jiang Qiu Lan earlier.

Lin Baiwei raised her head with some concern: “Sister Jiang hasn’t contacted us since she left, I wonder how she’s doing.”

Hearing this, Shen Yi nodded: “Next time I see her, I will have her send you a message.”

There wasn’t the slightest hint in his voice that he thought anything could happen to that woman.

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The Mid-grade Spirit Root in his storage bag had already proved everything. Not only was she doing well, but she also had the capacity to spare a thought for others.

She was a true genius.

Her cultivation level might have been low, but her mentality was so strong it needed no one’s help, hard as a sword tempered a thousand times.

“Alright, I’m off.”

Shen Yi said farewell with a glance to the side and then rode the Demon Cloud up into the sky.

He had his own affairs to attend to.

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