Chapter 243: Lin Baiwei Enters the Capital

Inside the Demon-Hunting General Office, a Demon-Suppressing General had unexpectedly arrived.

What was even more surprising was that streak of crimson blood qi from the Green-Faced Lion.

"Another Demon Lord of the Embracing Elixir Realm from Outside Qingzhou?"

"Another Martial Artist of the Jade Liquid Realm?"

"No, does this Silver Bell Demon Hunter also go by Shen Yi?"

The woman in charge within the General Office, hearing this more and more familiarly, simply asked directly.

Chen Qiankun coughed twice; he hadn't expected Shen Yi to be so famous even upon reaching the Imperial City. Only two months since leaving Outside Qingzhou, and even the Demon-Hunting General Office could casually speak the other's name.

The woman smiled helplessly: "No need to wait; go ahead directly."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Chen Qiankun walked out of the office somewhat bewildered; since when did Outside Qingzhou have such great face at the Wumiao?

He bowed apologetically to his colleagues waiting nearby for a long time.

Yet he saw this group all smiling back in greeting, with not a trace of resentment.

Ever since the matter at Songzhou spread.

People from every prefecture worried their own would suddenly catch fire, and at that time they would still have to rely on that Inspector my lord.

In comparison, cutting in line was nothing.

"Strange."

The old man couldn't quite figure it out, but still walked back to the carriage and told the news to Lin Baiwei.

"Then I'll go..."

Lin Baiwei looked somewhat listless.

Chen Qiankun instinctively turned to look; sure enough, those two figures had left long ago.

"It's fine; you go purify first. After it ends, this old man will take you to find him."

"I'm not going."

Lin Baiwei rubbed her face, trying hard to look normal, and walked gloomily into the main hall.

Right now, she only wanted to return to Outside Qingzhou.

Looking at the thirteen Golden Bodies, resplendent in gold and green, Lin Baiwei kept her head down and, as usual, sat upon the cushion, her mind somewhat wandering.

Now the person has run away, the blood qi left for her is gone, and not even a single thought remains!

Thick white mist sealed the hall doors.

"Don't zone out; be serious."

A long, Bai Xi hand casually ruffled her hair, and a voice sounded behind her, the familiar calm and gentle tone.

Lin Baiwei trembled slightly all over and turned back in shock.

She saw the handsome youth withdraw his hand, stand straight again, and look at her quietly with dark, clear eyes; a silk green robe swayed slightly, setting off his tall figure even more.

Lin Baiwei's cheeks instantly turned red.

She never expected to see Shen Yi here, with no psychological preparation at all, feeling quite caught off guard.

"Tsk."

The remaining three Temple Keepers watched the young girl with interest; she seemed quite familiar with Yan Shidi Shen.

"Why are you here?"

Lin Baiwei's voice was as faint as a mosquito's; she turned to look at the Temple Keepers: "I..."

"It's fine; talk slowly; we are not in a hurry."

The Temple Keepers forced smiles, looking extremely patient.

When Lin Baiwei last came to the Wumiao for purification, she had seen these few; except for the ugliest grandpa, the rest also wore cold faces, nowhere near the kind appearance they had now.

Wait—

She finally remembered why she felt the green robe on Shen Yi was familiar.

This clothing would be utterly ordinary anywhere else.

But within the Wumiao, anyone wearing a green robe meant they were a Temple Keeper who governed the Wumiao!

Snap!

The golden book in Shen Yi's hand slapped onto her head: "Make you focus your mind."

If you don't seize the opportunity to break through to Condensed Elixir quickly, what are you thinking about blindly here?

"Oh."

Lin Baiwei obediently closed her eyes.

Shen Yi casually formed a hand seal; having served as a Temple Keeper for so many days, he could at least learn this much.

With the movement, the elderly dementia on the offering table slowly opened its eyes.

Soon, a Jin Guang peeled off from the dharma image and fell onto Lin Baiwei.

Time slowly passed.

Finally, another fifty percent surged out and returned into the Golden Body.

The three Temple Keepers nodded slightly; excluding the suppression of demons, this aptitude could already be called excellent.

One Green-Faced Lion exchanged for eight purifications.

Shen Yi was not impatient either; occasionally forming hand seals, he spent more time focusing on Shenxu Laozu of the Wumiao.

With the same Golden Body Dharma, the other's body surface had no red patterns.

It should be due to the difference in the suppression objects.

Since I suppressed the scattered thoughts within the demon soul, naturally I would also be tainted with some demon qi.

Day and night alternated.

The eighth refinement finally ended.

Shen Yi felt the aura emanating from Lin Baiwei—still one step short of Golden Core completion—and shook his head, raising his hand to form a spell, awakening the Wu Temple's Old Ancestor once more.

The ninth Jin Guang instantly descended.

Lin Baiwei opened her eyes in surprise, then softly shook her head, uneasy.

She did not wish Shen Yi to abuse his position and do something improper.

"Condense your Core."

Shen Yi glanced at her.

When he'd brought back a little silver from the Lin family, this woman had suspected him of robbing neighbors—now she was again suspicious of him. Had his reputation sunk so low?

The other temple attendants smiled and shook their heads.

Even if Yan Shidi hadn't had a single refinement left, the Golden Register had already been given to him—what's one more?

…

The white mist at the Wu Temple's entrance dispersed.

A young man in a long robe stepped out, followed by a demure little girl.

"Did you come alone?"

"Chen the old general came too."

Hearing this, Shen Yi nodded and first took Lin Baiwei to the nearby Zhen Mo Si headquarters.

There, the sword-wielding woman was still waiting.

Shen Yi bowed politely: "Lady Lin, you've waited long."

Earlier, in the Yi Courtyard, he had met a couple from the Qi Sect of Li Zhou—she was Lin Qingyang's wife.

"Inspector, you're too kind." Lin's lady hurriedly returned the bow.

Inspector? Lin Baiwei stood quietly behind Shen Yi, stealing glances at his back.

Wherever he went, he seemed to become someone of great importance.

Even after knowing him so long, Lin Baiwei still found it hard to adjust.

This was the Imperial City.

Yet everyone she saw treated Shen Yi with utmost courtesy.

He was no longer the lowly clerk who once shared charred bread with her in a cramped room…

"I've long dwelled deep within the Wu Temple and know little. If the Inspector wishes to learn more, I can send someone back to Li Zhou to inquire."

This time, it was Lin's lady who had sought out Shen Yi.

The Qi Sect of Li Zhou was a famed power in Da Qian, its methods of forging treasures divine.

But for a long time, that supreme treasure had seemed their limit.

"When the Qi Sect asked the Qingqiu for help, I never approved—they're no good." Lin's lady shook her head.

To break through their limit, the Qi Sect had summoned the Qingqiu fox spirit, the most eclectic of scholars.

This matter was nothing to hide.

Though Qingqiu was a demonic force, it was peculiar—even in Da Qian's Imperial City, the Wu Temple would likely open its gates to welcome them.

After all, no one wished to offend a powerful neutral force without cause.

But the problem lay in their uncontrollability.

That fox spirit, for reasons unknown, had sent an invitation in the Qi Sect's name to Outside Qingzhou.

Upon learning of this, the Qi Sect's Old Ancestor sensed something amiss, yet dared not offend the fox spirit, and swiftly sent word to the Imperial City.

(End of Chapter)