Chapter 242: Seven-Foot Golden Body

Ten-plus days passed in the blink of an eye.

Wu Dao'an's figure was slightly hunched; with hands clasped behind his back, he paced in the Courtyard of Armor, looking like an ordinary old man on his deathbed.

One by one, the Yin Spirits fell silent and made way as he approached.

They offered no words of greeting, merely watching him depart in silence.

Without the Golden Book to protect him, there was no need to preside over the Wumiao's refinement anymore; he could not be counted as the duty temple keeper.

But this was not the reason the other Wu Xian distanced themselves from him.

Arbitrary and autocratic.

Taking advantage of Shenxu Laozu's slumber, he had disregarded the other brothers and sisters of the Courtyard of Armor entirely, making such a momentous decision without consulting anyone.

"I do not wish for Yan Shidi Shen to become the second Yan Shidi Zhu."

"But Old Ghost Wu is pushing him step by step toward that pit of fire."

Several Wu Xian looked coldly in the direction the old man had left.

Since the day Shen Yi entered the Wumiao, he had held the Jin Langyu Talisman; in just over a month, he had obtained the Golden Book of the duty temple keeper.

He encountered not the slightest obstruction or difficulty.

All of this was Wu Dao'an's doing.

This old ghost made the decision for the entire Wumiao, so who gave him this authority?

"The incense and vow power represented by that Golden Book has decreased by thirty percent these past few days," someone said softly.

The thing they feared most had come to pass; Yan Shidi Shen's constitution was truly astonishing, and he possessed a greed matching that constitution.

It did not matter whether it was useful or not; just swallow it all into the body first.

"Should we, while he has not yet reacted, snatch a portion first to save up?"

"He snatches, you snatch, everyone snatches together; then when the time truly comes to use it, we might as well all surrender with our hands tied!"

That Wu Xian angrily waved his sleeve, rebuking his fellow disciples.

Having spoken, he panted twice: "What is Yan Shidi Shen doing now?"

Others pondered for a moment: "Relaxing?"

Inside the small pavilion of the Martial Arsenal.

Brother Zhu cleared his throat and recited the Heart-Clearing Art once more.

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

He recited it roughly three more times.

Brother Zhu finally stopped, his face full of expectation: "Yan Shidi, could you let me see that one more time?"

"..."

Shen Yi opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"I understand." Brother Zhu turned and activated the formation of the small pavilion, blocking the sight and perception of others, then sat solemnly in the corner holding the skeleton frame.

Seeing this, Shen Yi closed his eyes again.

The Yin Spirit in the Sea of Qi sat cross-legged; compared to before, it now held a Golden Pearl in its arms.

A figure was curled up inside the pearl.

He touched the golden pearl with his mind.

In the next moment, the Golden Pearl appeared in Shen Yi's palm, then hovered in mid-air.

Blinding Jin Guang spread out like threads, weaving a seven-foot-tall, resplendent golden shadow in place.

The instant it appeared, every jade slip in the pavilion lost its luster.

It was seen to be incredibly muscular all over, with a face that commanded awe without anger.

From its back, vivid red patterns extended, resembling a ferocious, hideous face.

"Ah!"

Brother Zhu's mouth gaped wide, staring straight at the Golden Body; though he was clearly a Yin Spirit, he seemed to hear his own heart pounding.

The Golden Body Dharma Image slowly opened its eyes.

The sweep of its gaze made Brother Zhu feel as if his Yin Spirit was about to be shaken apart and scattered.

The only thing Zhu Jue found strange was that after Shen Yi summoned the Golden Body Dharma Image, the whole person became incredibly cold and refused to speak.

Indeed, the Arhat Golden Body silently withdrew its gaze and returned to the form of a pearl, floating into Shen Yi's palm.

"..."

Zhu Jue reluctantly retracted the formation, yet made no further demands; after all, before such a Golden Body was fully formed, it was the most critical moment for a Soul Transformation Realm cultivator.

One step forward meant boundless sky and sea; if someone intercepted and killed him prematurely, that would be truly disastrous, so naturally, the fewer people who knew, the better.

That Yan Shidi Shen was willing to reveal it for him to see was already a great favor.

Though he thought this, Zhu Jue still felt a bit of acidity in his nose.

"Yan Shidi, what emotion is this?"

"Envy; I wish to swallow its flesh and bones alive." Shen Yi slowly stood up and stored the Golden Pearl into his Sea of Qi.

"That's not right."

Brother Zhu shook his head, a rare occurrence: "I just feel very desperate; why can't I possess such a Golden Body Dharma Image? Looking at your back, I feel utterly outmatched."

"The aptitude isn't there; that's how it is." Shen Yi nodded.

"..." Zhu Jue was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "Now I really do want to swallow its flesh and bones alive."

"Actually, this thing isn't that interesting."

Shen Yi glanced at him and said indifferently: "After using it a few times, it gets boring."

"Hah?"

Hearing this, Master Zhu Jue shifted his sitting posture, turning his face toward the corner: "Junior brother, please go. I wish to be alone."

Seeing that his well-intentioned efforts had borne fruit.

Shen Yi waved his hand and left the armory without haste or delay.

Only after closing that Jin Yu staircase.

Did he let out a sigh.

【Remaining Lifespan of Demons and Monsters: Twenty-four thousand one hundred years】

Shen Yi had thought the process of forging the Golden Body would be difficult, but he never expected it to be difficult to this extent.

It took a full twenty-plus thousand years.

According to the panel prompt, this seven-foot-tall Golden Body was merely a semi-finished product, not even counting as a minor accomplishment.

It was estimated to be the weakest existence even within the Transformation of Spirit Realm.

The reason for the stagnation was not a lack of incense and vow power, but rather that Lady Qinghua was nearly going mad...

That woman now emerged with bloodshot eyes, biting her lip, her gaze vacant, looking exactly like a resentful woman.

By comparison, the effect on Shen Yi was much smaller, after all, he only bore the role of a "relay."

Though his spirit was utterly exhausted, it was not enough to plunge him into madness.

Shortcuts always have a price... so let others bear it.

With the protection of the Soul Transformation Golden Body.

Shen Yi's mood was also much lighter; he adjusted his green robe and, as usual, went to the Wumiao to relax a bit more.

Outside the imperial city, a carriage slowly came to a stop.

An old man clad in black armor dismounted, handed over the documents, then remounted his crimson steed, comforting those inside the carriage: "Do not be angry; perhaps there was a genuine emergency, otherwise why would he be too lazy even to say hello to you?"

Inside the carriage.

The beautiful young lady dressed in a white robe gripped the strings of the silver bells with both hands, staring angrily at the bells.

"I am not angry."

Having spoken, as if to convince herself, she intensified her tone: "I know he must have had an emergency; he was surely busy slaying demons and monsters."

Chen Qiankun drove the carriage toward the Wumiao.

Then stopped in front of the Demon Hunter General Headquarters.

He secretly let out a bitter smile; if Shen Yi had not quietly left Outside Qingzhou, this little girl would probably still have been reluctant to exchange that wisp of Demon Lord's qi and blood for the Wumiao's refinement. This was not for refinement at all; it was clearly just an excuse to enter the capital.

"Sigh."

The old man shook his head and walked toward the General Headquarters.

Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught sight of two figures.

The former wore a green robe, truly handsome and dashing; the latter wore a white skirt, holding a long sword, her figure full, exuding even more charm.

The two stood side by side, seemingly whispering about something.

"..."

Chen Qiankun choked, quickly pretending not to see them.

He stepped into the General Headquarters.

The carriage, parked quietly, had its curtain lifted slightly by someone.

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

She dejectedly lowered the curtain and clenched the silver bell in her palm.

He doesn't look very busy after all...

(End of this chapter)