[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons":3,"chapter-immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-37":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Immortality Begins with Slaying Demons",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2317925,4533,"Chapter 37: You Deserve to Die","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>The cell was silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi gripped the brush awkwardly; though unskilled in calligraphy, he strained to make each character legible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his former self was still a thug, he had once been diligent—studying martial arts, human relations, and even reading and writing—to earn the magistrate’s uniform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to muscle memory, his handwriting wasn’t pretty, but it was passable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Demon Blade Technique had been deduced from the interface, its every detail implanted in his mind, so transcribing it posed no difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the court day ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi set down his brush, let the ink dry, then reached for the food Chen Ji had brought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yellow’s wheat buns from East Street, paired with salted fish sold by the street vendor’s cart—nothing delicious, but practical enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swallowing a few bites, he stood, stretched his body, and stepped out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the courtyard, Zhang Dahu was drenched in sweat, grimacing as he practiced a warm-up fist form, while the Niu brothers and Chen Ji repeatedly swung their blades; Zhang the Butcher frowned, kicking anyone whose posture slipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With so many demons in Baiyun County, you’re the only ones the magistrate trusts to slay them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang the Butcher turned, puzzled: “This is pathetic. Except for that Chen kid, what are the rest even good for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before anyone else could speak, Zhang Dahu blurted: “Who wants to slay demons? It’s that damned clerk targeting our lord—he won’t rest till he drives us to death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhang the Butcher froze, as if understanding something, then spat on the ground: “Damn bastards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d only learned of Baiyun County’s demon problem after arriving, from his senior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Concealing demon outbreaks was common everywhere—not unusual. Last year alone, over a dozen county magistrates had been beheaded for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But using demons to eliminate rivals? They’d lost even the pretense of shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi said nothing, handing over the copied blade technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to kill demons to gain enough demonic lifespan—directly contradicting the magistrate’s plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether using rules to suppress him or resorting to underhanded tactics, it was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So fast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang the Butcher was pleasantly surprised, taking the pages: “What I worked out is merely body cultivation—lowest-tier among Qingzhou’s sects. With enough time, there’s virtually no bottleneck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tucked the technique into his robe: “Don’t be impatient. If anything’s unclear, come ask me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi nodded, took his leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He left the cell, carrying the fresh meat and spices Chen Ji had bought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He can cook?” Zhang the Butcher scratched his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’d seen Lord Shen half a month ago,” Chen Ji sighed, still holding his stance, “you’d realize nothing about a man like him is surprising.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?” Zhang the Butcher didn’t argue, only smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was just a small county—he’d never been to Qingzhou, so how could he know true genius?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes, Shen Yi’s temperament and strength were decent—better than his own, but nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky burned like fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi knocked on the door, then pushed it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman lay slumped over the desk, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, her pale face serene and lovely—only her slightly furrowed brows and trembling eyelashes betrayed unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi stepped closer, noticing the thick stack of yellow paper pinned under her arm, ink smudged along the edges, some even staining her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pinched the brush, exasperated, and pulled it from Lin Baiwei’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mine… don’t take it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit the brush tightly, opened her eyes, and spat: “Pfft! Pfft!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she glanced at the papers, distressed, and hurried to straighten them: “I’d already copied half…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she finished speaking, Lin Baiwei noticed what Shen Yi held—her face lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You take over!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She snatched the meat and vanished into the back courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi stared at the scattered pages, carefully gathering and stacking them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He entered the back courtyard kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Baiwei had tied her hair, effortlessly washing vegetables, waving him off without turning: “Out, out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling useless, Shen Yi sat in the courtyard, picked up the axe, and began chopping wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time dusk fell, a neat pile of firewood lay on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of rice and meat mingled and drifted into his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi turned to see the woman standing behind him, delicately lifting a piece of half-fat, half-lean stewed meat with chopsticks, blowing on it, her refined face glowing with confidence: “Open up. Taste the salt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a lone wolf through two lifetimes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he instinctively leaned back, about to speak—when she swiftly shoved the chopsticks into his mouth: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is it?” Lin Baiwei waited eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not delicious, but surprisingly good—like the big-pot dishes of his past life: coarse, but likely to go well with rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s got flavor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi dropped the axe, stood, and moved to fetch the broth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it is,” Lin Baiwei sniffed, hands behind her back like a master chef.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a violent pounding on the door erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shen! Get out here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi paused, frowned, and turned toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Baiwei looked puzzled but asked nothing, slipping quickly into the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, five or six constables burst through the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures stepped in—one ahead, one behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front was an old man with white hair and beard, clad in blue robes, face dark with gloom: Liu Dianli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him stood a thin monk, hands clasped, watching like a spectator enjoying a show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, Chen Ji and the other three were pinned against the wall by blades on their shoulders, struggling; Zhang the Butcher stood far off on the street, face grim, fists clenched like bowls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The magistrate trusted you, entrusted you with overseeing demon affairs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Dianli’s voice trembled with rage: “In two nights, over a dozen children have been abducted from Baiyun County and its three villages and six suburbs—you’ve been lounging at home, your entire station a nest of rats and snakes, knowing but silent… I treated you like my own nephew!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man roared, voice shrill: “You deserve to die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our station’s gate was wide open—we received no reports!” Chen Ji gasped, shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who wouldn’t rush to find Lord Shen when someone went missing? His reputation was high—why go to Liu Dianli instead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reply was a sharp slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Dianli withdrew his hand: “Still dare to lie?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, two dozen strong men marched from the street—each armed with crossbows, dressed differently from constables: they were the city guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Dianli turned to Shen Yi: “If you don’t slay the demons today, I’ll take your head!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1113,"2026-06-20T15:00:36.117Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8a4c9dc0c78112ca25a936e23d420933e641d8756447d363a7619686565996bb","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-38","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-36",840,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-cover.jpg"]