Chapter 235: Returning to the Wumiao of the Imperial City

True Person Changqing walked out of the Wumiao with a blank expression.

For the crumbling Great Qian, unleashing the fallen Golden Body of a Soul Transformation cultivator was almost their sternest warning, second only to awakening the one and only Soul Transformation Ancestor.

These Golden Body Dharma Images might not defeat true Transformation of Spirit Realm cultivators.

But they could completely crush Hunyuan martial artists.

With Elder Ghost Wu's cultivation, how long could he sustain the Dharma Image? One stick of incense, or two hours? True Person Changqing did not know, nor dared to gamble.

He gritted his teeth, silently comforting himself.

These bastards can only be arrogant in this broken Imperial City.

Just watchdogs, that's all.

"Shen Yi of Outside Qingzhou..."

Adjusting his mood, True Person Changqing silently recited this name in his heart, a few doubts rising in his eyes.

Originally, he had just been entrusted by someone and happened to come ask a question.

But the reaction of the Wumiao disciples made his heart skip a beat.

The foxes of Green Hill had investigated for so long yet failed to uncover Shen Yi's background; the entire Outside Qingzhou Zhen Mo Si seemed to have practiced the Silent Zen, and no matter what relationship was used to probe indirectly, the moment this name was mentioned, they instantly turned mute.

Even those willing to speak could not make sense of it; who was the master, what technique was cultivated, the specific realm—none of it was known at all.

They were good at fabricating stories, but the deeds they recounted were simply laughable.

Just a few months ago he was dealing with Initial Realm dog demons, and then suddenly he started cutting down a Dragon with a Perfect Pill-Embracing body; it made no sense whatsoever.

"Enough, just report the truth."

True Person Changqing straightened his robes; these messages were clearly prepared by the Wumiao in advance and were now being released to mislead the public.

To protect this person, spending so much effort, it seemed they held extremely high expectations for him.

Still not recognizing reality, wanting to regain their former status?

Thinking of this, he sneered, turning back to look at the towering Wumiao as if looking at a destitute fallen family.

Refusing to obediently guard the courtyard for the Profound Light Cave, not even doing a dog's job well; they probably need a few more lashes to learn their lesson.

As True Person Changqing departed on a cloud.

Inside the Wumiao courtyard, the remaining three Temple Keepers were equally at a loss: "Zhu Shixiong Wu, what are you doing?"

Unleashing the Golden Body Dharma Image is impressive, but isn't this equivalent to admitting the matter?

"Did the Green Hill disciple really kill Shen Yi?"

"..."

Wu Daoan pouted: "How would I know."

Hearing this, the remaining three looked at each other; if Shen Yi didn't do it... obviously he didn't do it; the other party was once a Great General of the Outside Qingzhou Zhen Mo Si, and with that mess of a situation in Outside Qingzhou, barely managing to keep local demons at bay was already good enough.

Where would he get the idea to provoke a passing fox demon for no reason?

"But I know Shen Yi's talent; anyone with eyes can see it, let alone that group of fox demons from Green Hill."

Wu Daoan glanced at the others; with that terrifying talent like a Pixiu, he was simply a born Yin Spirit cultivator; once the news spread, the Thousand Demon Cave would surely make every effort to crush him in the cradle.

"That is true."

The several Temple Keepers nodded, recalling the scene during the Wumiao's refinement when the youth had completely devoured the Golden Body aura.

Compared to this matter leaking out, taking on an extra black pot was nothing.

"Zhu Shixiong Wu had better remind him again; if unnecessary, try not to leave the Imperial City."

Hearing this, Wu Daoan suddenly clenched his fist and, unusually, swore: "Remind him my ass! I didn't watch him for one night, and the person ran off to Songzhou."

"What for in Songzhou?" the Temple Keepers asked, full of confusion.

"I gave him the position of Deputy Patrol Envoy of the Zhen Mo Si." Wu Daoan sighed, recalling Liu Kun who had rushed over to report that day, feeling an immense headache.

"You didn't make it clear to him that it's just for eating incense offerings?" the others stammered.

Did a Yin Spirit cultivator really exist who would obediently patrol the Nine Provinces? Didn't they see this was work you could actually do?

Upon hearing this, Wu Daoan also hesitated: "I should have made it clear, right?"

He couldn't possibly just say the three words "eating empty rations" outright; anyone with a sharp mind should have been able to hear the meaning in the words.

"Look at what you've done; he is naturally a young and impetuous person, how could he withstand that group's bitter pleading." The chubby Temple Keeper rolled his eyes, turned and walked outside, casually advising:

"No need to worry; Yang Qianxiang of Songzhou knows the weight of things; he won't really put your precious junior brother in danger."

"Zhu Shixiong Wu, go rest; we will handle the subsequent refinement."

With the cultivation of a Wu Xian above the realm, forcibly controlling the Lion-Ogre Dharma Image.

Even though Wu Daoan cultivated the Lion-Ogre Golden Body Dharma and understood it quite well, it was equally very strained; just moving around a bit earlier would require at least ten-plus days for the Yin Spirit to recover to a perfect state.

"No need."

Wu Daoan shook his head, silently looking toward the direction of the Zhen Mo Si General Office; for some reason, he felt a flutter of panic in his heart, as if he had caused some trouble.

Could Yan Shidi Shen really be in trouble?

In a flash, seven or eight days passed.

The flow of people at the Zhen Mo Si office remained endless.

Liu Kun sat inside the counter, looking absent-minded.

The newly appointed Patrol Envoy had been invited away by Songzhou right under his nose and had not returned until now.

He knew the situation in Songzhou better than anyone.

It was a big trouble that could explode at any time; on the surface it still seemed maintainable, but in reality, once even a slight deviation occurred, the outcome would be even more dangerous than Outside Qingzhou.

"Yang Qianxiang! You damn..."

Liu Kun gritted his teeth, only praying that the old man wouldn't make a fool of himself; if the Patrol Envoy got into trouble, the Wumiao would surely tear him apart alive.

"..."

Yang Qianxiang had just reached the counter when he heard this curse.

The old man pressed his lips together, not knowing how to respond.

In that moment of silence, he cleared his throat: "Ahem."

"Hiss!"

Liu Kun came to his senses, saw the man before him, and hurriedly stood up: "General Yang, why have you come?"

Yang Qianxiang shook his head with a bitter smile, showing no intention of holding a grudge, and clasped his hands: "My Lord Shen instructed me to come to the General Headquarters to report."

Having said that, he handed over the documents he had prepared long ago.

Liu Kun flipped through a couple of pages at random, finding they still concerned those trivial matters: "Why show me this? Everyone in the Zhen Mo Si knows you lost four prefectures. Where is My Lord Shen?"

Songzhou had only one Lower Realm Wu Xian to guard against two Demon Kings; the General Headquarters truly could not spare personnel to support, yet they were clear in their hearts and would not simply dump all the responsibility on this withered old man.

"My Lord Shen? He has gone back to rest."

Yang Qianxiang paused, realizing that not only was My Lord Shen ignoring him, but the Zhen Mo Si also did not seem to take him very seriously.

He was, after all, a General from the Nine Provinces coming to beg for forgiveness... at least show some reaction.

"You stand right here; you are not allowed to leave!"

Liu Kun dashed out of the government office and rushed into the main hall of the Wumiao, soon returning with four old men in green robes.

Until he was surrounded by the four, their faces dark and cold.

Yang Qianxiang suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

(End of this chapter)