Chapter 107: Life and Death Zen Body Upper Volume (Thanks to the Great Lord Heavenly Dao for...)

On the roof of Dashun Zhai, unnoticed by anyone.

Jiang Chengyun felt quite helpless; whether it was an occupational hazard or not, even after returning to Outside Qingzhou City, Aunt Aqian always liked to stay in such strange places, and usually pretended to be harmless.

Aunt Aqian sat with her two pale white legs crossed: "Tell me, you're back so quickly; what did you do?"

Hearing this, Jiang Chengyun remained expressionless: "Stood in a tree watching."

"And then?" Aunt Aqian turned back in confusion.

"And then I came back." Jiang Chengyun subtly curled his lip; he didn't even know what he had gone to do.

Seeing his defeated look, Aunt Aqian couldn't help but laugh: "Does he have such great ability?"

Previously, this grandson had looked down on Shen Yi, yet after going out and coming back, his attitude had changed so much.

"Even greater than you imagine."

Jiang Chengyun exhaled, his expression complex: "Stronger than I was back then... including you and General You when you were young. His actions are also more decisive and ruthless; given time, he will certainly not lose to me."

"And then you plan to take him and replace us old folks?" Aunt Aqian stretched her body without a care.

"I have no ability to lead anyone, nor will I look after him." Jiang Chengyun slowly clenched his fist.

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise finally appeared on Aunt Aqian's face.

From the meaning in these words, her grandson had already regarded that youth as a rival.

A martial artist who had condensed a core felt pressure from a young man at the peak of the Jade Liquid Realm?

"Ha, attribute this merit to his identity as a Silver Bell Demon Catcher, not following the Zhen Mo Si path; once he accumulates enough merit, quickly exchange it for a Nascent Core Method and the Martial Temple's refinement."

The Zhen Mo Si seeks stability in Outside Qingzhou and dares not let any unstable factors appear within.

But Demon Catchers are different; they love using such sharp swords, even if it might hurt themselves.

"By the way, where is he?" Aunt Aqian was somewhat puzzled.

"He returned early; he went to help watch the Captains raiding the Golden Gate Sect's family."

Jiang Chengyun couldn't help but sigh; at that age, possessing such strength was already remarkable, and beyond that, his conduct was so meticulous and orderly.

First, he decisively surrounded the Golden Gate Sect, then went out of the city to capture the demon, and cared not at all for empty fame, restraining his nature to ensure even the final finishing touches were completed.

Thinking of this, he frowned and looked down at the young nobles below.

Everything fears comparison; what kind of creatures are these?

"Since you are idle anyway, before you leave, push those fake bald monks out to be beheaded; looking at them is annoying." Aunt Aqian sentenced the Golden Gate Sect to death in one sentence, then stood up and said: "Originally, I thought of finding someone to take that boy to familiarize him with the process, but since you value him so much, you take him to Yong'an City to see the world."

"Good." Jiang Chengyun nodded in agreement.

West City, Golden Gate Sect.

Countless Captains hurried back and forth on the shattered long steps.

For matters like raiding families and exterminating sects, they were extremely skilled; even things hidden under bed cracks were searched out completely clean.

Huge Buddha statues were smashed with clubs to ensure no treasures were inside before moving on to the next one.

Shen Yi leaned against a carriage, casually flipping through a martial art in his hand.

Two Captains waited by his side and respectfully said: "My Lord Shen, should we copy a version to take back and examine carefully?"

Moments later, Shen Yi closed this martial art he had managed to find, tossed it over casually: "No need, just enter it into the register."

"The Golden Gate Sect was once a famous great sect; in just a few hundred years, it has become this poor." A Captain felt somewhat awkward.

This foundation, let alone comparing it to Qingfeng Mountain, was far inferior even to an ordinary second-rate sect; where had all the silver gone?

"Exhausting resources, trying to forcibly pile up a body-refining martial artist comparable to the Nascent Core Realm, to recast past glory..."

The other Captain stopped halfway, suddenly closing his mouth; since My Lord Shen had returned to let them start the action, it meant the abbot was likely gone.

"Go get busy."

Shen Yi lightly nodded his chin, waiting until the two left.

He summoned the panel, looking at the new words appearing on it, a trace of imperceptible joy flashing through his clear eyes.

【Nascent Core. Life and Death Zen Body Upper Volume (Not Entered)】

Indeed, when he first met the Golden Gate Sect abbot, Shen Yi had discovered the aura on the other party did not resemble any evil art.

According to his shallow understanding just now while reading.

This Zen Body requires sitting in meditation to extract the meanings of Life and Death from the qi of heaven and earth, using them to temper one's own body.

Black and white colors, one death, one life.

The former is for killing, the latter for revival.

The abbot's Buddhist cultivation should be not far from his own; relying on sitting meditation and sudden enlightenment was not very feasible, so he took the easiest-to-obtain things of life and death to aid cultivation.

It actually produced results for him.

Shen Yi looked at the remaining four hundred-plus years of demon lifespan and sighed slightly.

How long has it been since returning from Qingfeng Mountain, and why is it used up to just this little again?

This martial art only has the upper volume.

Shen Yi had encountered many similar incomplete things; among them, Golden Sun Eight Treasures Mystic Body was the closest; after practicing to perfection, it barely crossed into the Jade Liquid Realm level, but against a true Jade Liquid Realm demon, it still wasn't of much use.

Like this half of Life and Death Zen Body, as long as it is practiced to fullness, it will definitely provide a boost to him, and quite a lot, but not enough to cause a qualitative change.

What truly attracted Shen Yi was that it belongs to Nascent Core Realm body-refining martial arts, involving realms beyond the Jade Liquid Realm, and he can condense demon treasure crystals; as long as lifespan is sufficient, he can try to evolve it into a complete demon martial art.

A complete Nascent Core Realm body-refining method is enough to become the foundation for a first-rate power to establish the Li Sect.

It has been so long since he transmigrated; he finally has a chance to contact higher-level martial arts.

What is lacking now can all be borrowed from demons.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi took out that silver bell from his belt; with this thing by his side, the difficulty of obtaining demon lifespan has already been greatly reduced.

There is no need to be too anxious.

By the time the sky dimmed, the Captain and his men had packed the goods crate by crate onto the wagons and hauled them off to the Zhen Mo Si government office.

Shen Yi hitched a ride back to the villa.

From inside the courtyard, a few voices drifted out now and then.

On the table sat dishes still warm to the touch, a wine cup filled seven-tenths full, but no one had lifted their chopsticks.

Zhang the Butcher was teasing the youth in his arms; Fang Heng, with a faintly reminiscent look, was watching the two of them when he caught the sound of footsteps outside.

They all turned to look at once, hiding the worry in their eyes, rose, and laughed:

"You're back."

Shen Yi paused for a beat, tossed the fierce-wolf cloak in his hand casually over the back of a chair, stepped to the table and sat down, lifted his wine cup and took a sip: "Something the matter?"

At that, Fang Heng could only sigh: "We were afraid something had happened to you, my lord."

Suppressing the younger generation of Outside Qingzhou — that was something an ordinary person truly could not pull off.

Behind every one of those youngsters stood an old-timer.

Shen Yi had not only done it, he had done it beautifully, leaving no handle for anyone to grab.

But so long as a man is human, he cannot go forever without a slip or a misstep; he has to keep showing his strength, only then will that lot fold away their venomous gazes and never dare meet his eyes again.

If he could manage that, Fang Heng would suggest his master retire early and hand the post of Regional Commander over to Lord Shen.

"I…"

Zhang the Butcher raised his wine cup in salute to Shen Yi, then drained it in one go.

A great kindness needs no words of thanks — he simply did not know how to thank him.

He wiped the wine from his whiskers: "Whenever, wherever, if you have need of the Butcher, one word from you is enough — I'll have my coffin ready and go do it for you."

Thanks to the bigwigs' chase-reads, votes, and tips, this book made it onto the Sanjiang List, and another bigwig even tipped a Sect Leader. This little no-name is honestly overwhelmed with gratitude. I definitely need to make up the chapters, but the temperature suddenly dropped hard these past two days and the little no-name unfortunately caught it — right now my head is spinning and I'm writing in a fog, so let me rest just a little. I will absolutely make up the missed free chapters before the launch. Please, bigwigs, be magnanimous.

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