[{"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-72":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},2317960,4533,"Chapter 72: Forceful Confrontation with Fang Heng","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-72",72,"\u003Cp>The moment that name left his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang the Butcher blinked, his mind still foggy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he gradually came to his senses, fear swiftly darkened his bearded face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Lin Baiwei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the martial world, this was likewise a name existing only in rumor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two bare hands could subdue mountains and rivers; the demons slain beneath his feet could pile up into a mountain of flesh. He caught the attention of the Regional Commander of Qingzhou, who took him as a private disciple and taught him an unparalleled supreme art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet such a person came to visit, carrying only a few tangerines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang the Butcher, though confident, knew the man wasn’t here for him; he awkwardly said, “My lord, I’m just renting this place—my landlord is out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did he go?” Fang Heng forced down his impatience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He…” Zhang the Butcher clicked his tongue and pointed toward the courtyard gate: “There—he came back with food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Heng turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stepped into the courtyard a handsome young man in dark robes, a black-bladed saber slung at his waist, carrying two food boxes, walking slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single wound on his body; his gaze was clear and profound; the cloud patterns on his sleeves had now become two distinct lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Shen, someone’s here to see you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang the Butcher suddenly shouted aloud—whether this visitor was here for kin or trouble, he needed to give the other side time to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it probably wasn’t trouble…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were, today I’d be lying here dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi paused slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d sensed Fang Heng’s presence long ago—he simply hadn’t expected him to come bearing gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked into the room at a calm, unhurried pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi thought he’d made himself perfectly clear last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between them, there was no relationship, nor any grudge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang the Butcher privately worried: back in Baiyun County, Shen Yi had always seemed indifferent—how had he remained this cold and detached since arriving in Qingzhou?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could only forge a connection with Fang Heng, wouldn’t the matter of the Qingfeng Mountain Jiaomo  be settled?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his power, a single order could rescue him from peril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Heng breathed evenly and shoved the items into Zhang the Butcher’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He narrowed his eyes, carefully choosing his words, then bowed: “I’ve inquired—you’re the one Li Xinhan brought from Baiyun County.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?” Shen Yi didn’t quite follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand Qingzhou well; if he misled you, that’s not your fault—it was my presumption.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Fang Heng slightly bowed: “Today, I come first to clear up the misunderstanding and offer my apologies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, the butcher couldn’t help but open his mouth wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath even froze for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A… apology?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi glanced sideways, noticing the man’s tense, trembling frame, and sighed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Heng straightened up, parted his palms, clenched his fingers, and slowly exhaled a thick breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Xi’s orders must be complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes burned with intensity: “Secondly, to make amends—I’m taking you back. If you still refuse, I’ll have to force you. After we return, I’ll apologize again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, a surging aura rapidly spread, making the air grow hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang the Butcher snapped his mouth shut, face twisted—so it was trouble after all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body stiffened, yet he still strained to reach behind his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stole a glance beside him, utterly baffled: ever since meeting Shen Yi, trouble had never stopped following him, each time worse than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, he could lend a hand—but this time… even if he died, he couldn’t stop the enemy’s slightest move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, that familiar voice reached his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the panic he’d expected—but casual, almost lazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. Next time you want to fight, just say so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi gently placed the food boxes on the table and stood with hands at his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His complete lack of defense made Fang Heng’s eyes flicker with surprise, then he let out a self-deprecating laugh: “Reputation… once lost, it’s nearly impossible to regain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, he vanished in a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he wouldn’t hold back—he’d reclaim what he’d lost with his own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dense aura of Jade Fluid Realm mid-stage flooded the room, crushing all breath from the air!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought my carelessness last time would teach you a lesson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Heng appeared behind Shen Yi, his gaze calm as an ancient well, his knotted muscles radiating terrifying power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vein-Severing, Dragon-Grabbing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—Bai Xi’s technique is excellent. It’s just a little painful. Good for remembering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes, Shen Yi’s countless meridians instantly flared into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Full power unleashed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Heng’s palms slammed forward with boundless force!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi turned slightly—same motion, yet infinitely more natural, effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fast by any measure—just a fraction quicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, his fingertips landed on Fang Heng’s two arms, then his palms became fists, delivering a plain, unadorned Cloud-Pushing Palm Strike straight to his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a dull crash, Fang Heng flew backward, rolling several times on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both arms hung limp at his sides, trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything happened in the blink of an eye—no chance to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Heng lay still on the ground, swallowing the metallic taste in his mouth, staring blankly at the sky, lost in thought: “… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi adjusted his collar, sat at the table, opened the food boxes, took out two pairs of chopsticks, and handed one to Zhang the Butcher: “Eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man looked outside, then at Shen Yi, then down at the chopsticks in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His features slowly twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tugged fiercely at his beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He widened his eyes, straining his mind to find a rational explanation for this scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either Fang Heng isn’t Fang Heng—or Shen Yi isn’t Shen Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me a tangerine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang the Butcher, his train of thought broken, silently handed it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly remembered what Chen Ji had once said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone like him? Nothing surprises you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi peeled a tangerine, glancing sideways at Fang Heng in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he’d said someone could heal him, this time he’d gone a bit harder—Fang Heng wouldn’t be able to move for at least two months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of martial madman—unless you break him, he’ll keep causing trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being nourished by Jade Dew, his aura wasn’t just strengthened—he’d improved in every aspect, further enhanced by the Jiaomo ’s power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Shen Yi’s current eyes, Fang Heng was slow, weak, and his techniques were all too familiar—he had no chance at all against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He joined the Demon Suppression Bureau to kill demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why keep himself locked in that courtyard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Jiaomo  really came seeking revenge, he’d have no idea how to cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Heng rose without expression, spat out blood, and walked into the room with his arms hanging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat directly beside the table: “I don’t understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t either,” Zhang the Butcher agreed, picking up a chicken leg: “What’s wrong with your hands? Want some?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Heng opened his mouth, bit into the chicken leg offered, and chewed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi picked up a stalk of greens with his chopsticks, mixed with rice, chewed slowly, and looked over: “Aren’t you going to get healed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Heng remembered Bai Xi’s final warning, stood, and walked toward the side room: “I’ll sleep here tonight. I’ll leave tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silhouette looked somewhat lonely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he reached the door, he turned his head slightly, his face flushed: “Do you think the things I said earlier were ridiculous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi put down his chopsticks: “No, you’re geniuses—geniuses have pride, that’s normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you a genius too? Why don’t you have any pride?” A look of confusion crossed Fang Heng’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m certainly not.” Shen Yi stretched lazily—there’s no genius in this world who needs thirty years to learn the Demon-Slaying Blade Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Fang Heng fell silent for a long while, and a trace of respect gradually appeared in his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So in the eyes of true prodigies, the likes of us are merely arrogant fools who show off their talent and invite ridicule, clueless about humility—how laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Had I been born ten years earlier, and had I not already joined a sect, I would have gladly made you my master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words, he lowered his hands and walked into the next room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Shen Yi remained, slightly baffled; he pursed his lips and pondered for a moment before realizing... the other man had misunderstood him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1437,"2026-06-20T15:00:36.117Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1cefaa4e13d54380700e6cc50cc8a4190ad121b3093f3b20f07ecc8ce6e59b40","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-73","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-71",840,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-cover.jpg"]