Chapter 213: Slaying Lady Qinghua

After late autumn comes the harsh of winter.

To turn the tide amid the bitter cold.

Jiang Yuanhua's increasingly wafting Yin God hovered in the sky, his ears filled with the howls of demons and monsters; the winter was indeed winter, but the bone-piercing wind and snow surged violently toward the demons instead.

Shen Yi did not go alone, blocking the horde of demons outside Qingzhou.

He merely stood in the sky.

Before that tall, slender figure, whether the demons entered or left, whether they were inside or outside Qingzhou, the only difference was where they died.

The Bull Demon had already lost its will to fight, fleeing with all its might.

Every time it streaked across the long sky, that ink-robed figure wreathed in red light would smash it back with a single punch.

It had used a treasure to sneak in, yet now its mind was filled with nothing but how to get out.

Bang!

The Bull Demon was once again blasted back above Qingzhou City, its pair of enormous eyes left with nothing but a dazed blankness.

Jiang Qiulan lay quietly on the ground, her Dao Infant returned to her qi sea; she was left with only half her field of vision, and even that remaining half was shrouded in blood plasma, blurred and unclear.

But she still kept her eyes open, wanting to see clearly that ink-robed figure streaking back.

A faint smile curled at the corner of her lips.

The other party stood right before her, and an inexhaustible sense of safety enveloped her, as if a sharp sword had returned to its sheath, no longer needing to worry about anything else.

"..."

Shen Yi shook the bloodstains from his hand.

He felt it should be about enough.

He kicked the Bull Demon's head back, forcing it to meet his gaze.

Shen Yi's eyes, filled with red mist, suddenly narrowed into vertical pupils, eerie and terrifying.

Lady Qinghua was already utterly exhausted, her will eroded by the searing pain; at this moment, a wolf's howl abruptly rang out in her mind, sharp and piercing, and in her daze, her divine soul violently trembled, then uncontrollably was drawn out of her demon body.

She finally saw Jiang Yuanhua in the distance with her own eyes.

Earlier she had felt the other party was on the verge of fading away, but now, she was scattering into nothing even faster than that Yin God!

Amid that long howl that cracked gold and split stone, her ethereal figure was like a candle in the wind, quietly vanishing from where she stood.

【Slain Hunyuan Realm Blood-Dissolving Demon Bull, total lifespan sixteen thousand years, remaining lifespan twelve thousand years, absorption complete】

【Remaining demon-monster lifespan: twenty thousand four hundred years】

"..."

Shen Yi instinctively opened his mouth, then gave a light cough, tucking the enormous Bull Demon corpse into his pocket treasure.

This battle had cost him a full eighteen drops of demon blood.

He was rather impatient to find a way to replenish them, having momentarily forgotten he was now being watched by a crowd of people.

Slaying a clearly high-ranking Demon King — this news would surely reach many ears.

"Huff, puff."

The instant that enormous demon vanished into the sky, the young man also retracted his Dao Infant, and the heavens became clear once more.

Countless people only now realized they had forgotten to breathe, gasping for air in ragged, synchronized gulps; the scene looked utterly absurd for a moment, yet not a single person laughed.

Had it not been for this Shen Zongshi's protection, Qingzhou City would already be a hell on earth.

Even now, they were still wrapped in a thick, suffocating sensation.

"Are you all right?"

Shen Yi landed back among the ruins, extending a hand toward the Miss.

"So amazing."

Jiang Qiulan lay on the ground, her voice weak, yet her remaining eye shimmered with light.

Such praise had now been repeated three times — at Xitai Mountain, at Shuiyun Township, and now at this very moment.

The first time was Bai Lu, the second was because of the three Demon Lords of Tingyang Commandery, and the third was Lady Qinghua, this Demon King.

"I'm asking if you're all right."

Shen Yi gave her a speechless look, reached out, grabbed her by the collar and hauled her up, the red glow at his fingertips swiftly flowing into her.

Jiang Qiulan feebly tugged at his sleeve, placed her hand in his palm, pressed her lips together and said with a light smile, "Thank you."

As the red glow traveled through her.

The wounds on her body healed rapidly, and the flesh on her beautiful cheeks that had been eroded into a blur by demonic power was quickly nourished back.

Jiang Yuanhua lowered his gaze to look below.

The Miss who had spent her whole life protecting Qingzhou had perhaps, for the first time, tasted what it felt like to be protected by someone else.

Once the woman had fully recovered, Shen Yi released her hand.

The red glow could mend flesh, but it could not help a shattered Dao Infant.

The two of them cultivated the Heaven-Devouring Tiannan Dan Shi Art together.

Shen Yi found that the other's aura was weaker than his own by more than half; he estimated she had expended too much accumulated cultivation when breaking through.

Still, she was young, and a true genius — it probably wouldn't affect her too greatly.

By contrast, that Yin God up in the sky, perpetually on the verge of scattering, looked to be in worse trouble.

Jiang Yuanhua noticed Shen Yi looking his way.

With a solemn expression, he released his long sword; though only a Yin God, he habitually flicked aside his robe hem, then knelt and kowtowed in midair to offer thanks.

"Jiang Mou, on behalf of the Li Min of Qingzhou, thanks the Shen Zongshi for his protection."

"Hard work, Commander."

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze; he really couldn't fathom the workings of such a person's mind — his life was nearly spent, yet instead of hurrying to think of a way out, he was here performing flowery, empty courtesies.

But the other party's role was still there.

Shen Yi knew few people, but there were a few in Qingzhou City; if these people died, he would feel uncomfortable in his heart.

This demon calamity did not last long, and the only damage caused was half of the Zhen Mo Si government office.

But the commotion it caused was undoubtedly the greatest in a thousand years in Qingzhou.

A Demon King had quietly entered the most heavily guarded city, revealing the ferocity and terror of demons to this group of martial artists who were used to living in ease.

Even the four great clans with a Golden Core expert stationed there could only stand and wait for death in the face of this demon calamity, just like ordinary people.

That figure in the black shirt was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

"The Howling Moon Demon King is dead too?"

Jiang Yuanhua followed behind Shen Yi, like a ghost that would not leave.

"Dead." Shen Yi rubbed his wrist; fighting such a hard demon for the first time, he had felt nothing during the battle, but now that he relaxed, his whole body was exhausted to the extreme.

"The Three-Headed Demon Lord is dead too?" The General had asked the whole way he followed.

"Dead."

Shen Yi turned back to look at him, his five fingers clenching into a fist.

Jiang Yuanhua stopped his steps and said awkwardly, "Just asking casually."

"What do you plan to do?" Shen Yi stood with his hands hanging down.

"Anything is fine; I plan to go see the Martial Temple." Jiang Yuanhua's face could not hide his smile; with the demons in Qingzhou swept away, the thing he worried about most was completely gone.

The bitterness accumulated in his heart for a thousand years dissipated entirely.

His body was gone too.

This General naturally could not continue in his post.

But nurturing a Yin Spirit was not actually that difficult; there was already a Zhen Mo Great General in Qingzhou who had prepared long ago.

As long as there was enough incense and vow power, General You Longtao could soon become the new General.

As for why the chosen one was General You Longtao, it was because along the way he had followed before, Jiang Yuanhua had asked many times and confirmed that Shen Yi had no intention of stationing himself in Qingzhou.

"Then go quickly."

Shen Yi stepped into the room prepared for him by the Zhen Mo Si and slammed the door shut with a bang.

Why hadn't he discovered earlier that this person was a chatterbox?

Jiang Yuanhua walked through the door: "Even if you are unwilling to be the General, can you first hold the title of Acting General before General You Longtao breaks through to Wu Xian?"

No need to station in Qingzhou; just letting the demons know that this city had once been protected by whom was enough.

Shen Yi sat on the edge of the bed, slowly sighed, and his pupils gradually turned vertical: "..."

Jiang Yuanhua trembled all over and hurriedly retreated out.

He had personally witnessed how that ox demon was beheaded earlier.

Such a silent method targeting the soul and spirit was even more domineering than the Howling Moon Demon King.

Although the Yin Spirit was much more resilient than ordinary souls and spirits, it still dared not ignore such methods.

(End of this chapter)