[{"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-783":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},2318671,4533,"Chapter 783: Farewell to Nan Zhou, the Path of Flight","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-783",783,"\u003Cp>It was deep into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the city of Liuli was ablaze with lanterns, crowds streaming endlessly through its streets and alleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the subjects of the Divine Dynasty were well-traveled and far surpassed the creatures of Hongze’s remote corners, they were still mere mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For ordinary people, it was nearly impossible to discern the true depth of a demon’s cultivation; their most direct, crude measure was simply the size of its body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Southern Emperor’s demonic form was simply too vast—so immense that it seemed if it fell, the entire city of Liuli would instantly crumble to ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, even after several days had passed, the people remained gripped by the lingering terror and exhilaration of barely surviving the calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a colossal demon had ultimately been pierced through its body by a divine sword forged from surging heavenly flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had not witnessed it firsthand could never imagine the sheer awe it inspired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name Nanyang, passed mouth to mouth, had already been elevated to that of a true immortal; if this trend continued, erecting temples and offering sacrifices to him would be merely a matter of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast to the noisy chaos outside, the Grand Hall of the Prefectural Office was eerily silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three Regional Commanders sat in utter silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they bore none of their usual commanding presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Mingli flipped aimlessly through the documents on his desk, his gaze distant—he hadn’t absorbed a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Yan Lanting sat slumped in his chair, staring blankly ahead, rubbing his wrinkled face repeatedly with both palms, like an old farmer hunched on a field ridge—no trace left of a Regional Commander’s bearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Feng Xi, she leaned back, eyes closed, resting; on her expressionless face, faint signs of aging had begun to appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Shan slipped silently into the hall and replaced the untouched, now-cold tea with fresh cups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the three men, seemingly soulless, lips parting—but he said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon disaster of that day still echoed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet what had reduced these three to this state was not the Southern Emperor’s terror—after all, these Regional Commanders were no green recruits; they had long known the vast gulf between themselves and the Southern Emperor, and were not so easily broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true cause was the Southern Emperor’s single utterance: “Bodhisattva.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one phrase had revealed why their Nanyang General had received so much advance intelligence, and why he possessed cultivation rivaling all of Nanzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he was, in truth, one of the Puxi Teachings’ own—and a revered Bodhisattva at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a member of the Demon-Slaying Bureau who, to save Nan Zhou, had risked everything to infiltrate the great sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for when…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Shan clenched his teeth, recalling the Bodhisattva who had arrived just in time to ambush him during the Puxi Teaching’s attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, how had he even awakened safely within the Divine Dynasty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps from that very moment, Lord Nanyang had already joined the Puxi Teaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News of his battle with the Southern Emperor would soon spread… Wu Shan knew little of these great sects, but he could imagine how they would treat a “traitor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was precisely what the three Regional Commanders feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Lord Nanyang failed to return safely, these three would never find peace for the rest of their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Shan turned and walked slowly toward the hall’s exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the steps, Ye Lan stood motionless, hand resting on the hilt of her sword, staring blankly at the night sky like a stone statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If only I hadn’t left the Divine Dynasty,” Wu Shan murmured beside her, voice heavy with guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lan remained silent for a long while, still not turning, only whispering: “He never mentioned any of this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Wu Shan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Nanyang had done so much—yet had he ever spoken a single word to anyone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before the Southern Emperor arrived, the man had patted his shoulder—meaning he had remembered, all along, that Wu Shan bore a grudge against the Southern Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that final, boastful remark as he slew the Southern Emperor—wasn’t that also fulfilling Wu Shan’s own unspoken wish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could such a man ever blame him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Wu Shan lifted his gaze in awe, looking toward the heavens—when a streak of light flashed across his pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burly, fat man shuddered, eyes wide with joy: “He’s back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the words left his mouth, three figures had already shot out of the hall behind him—swift as lightning, utterly unlike the hollow, broken men they had been moments before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streak of light landed, revealing a familiar figure in dark robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lan stepped forward, staring fixedly at that handsome face—she had personally witnessed his transformation: from subordinate, to younger brother, to senior brother, to superior, to now, their ancestral patriarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such a short time, their relationship had shifted too many times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much so that for a moment, she didn’t know how to address him—only her breath quickened, then thickened with unshed tears, as she voiced the question everyone needed to ask: “Are you well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi had just returned, and was now pinned under countless stares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned slightly, unsettled—he hadn’t felt this kind of attention since leaving Hongze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, Shen Yi nodded: “For now, I’m fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that single phrase, the tension in everyone’s hearts loosened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If someone carries word of this back to Nan Xumí, you…” Yan Lanting pressed, still uneasy—Puxi Teaching members weren’t fools; if Nan Zhou remained unconquered, they’d demand accountability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I killed everyone who knew. It should buy me enough time to leave Nan Zhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi stepped into the hall. Nan Zhou’s affairs were settled; there was no need to hide anything further—only to spare them needless worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three Regional Commanders’ expressions froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared at his back, struggling to imagine what mental state allowed someone to speak such terrifying words with such calmness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember—he was a Bodhisattva; those who accompanied him on missions were surely other Bodhisattvas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These exalted beings, towering above mortals, were reduced to a single phrase—barely even granted names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re leaving Nan Zhou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first to recover was Ye Lan—the lowest in cultivation, yet the one who had spent the most time with Shen Yi, and was thus most accustomed to his ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she had expected it—given all he’d done, Nan Zhou could no longer hold him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at this moment, her eyes still filled with reluctant parting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, to the Imperial Capital. You’re coming with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi gave her no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given his crimes, Nan Xumí would surely send a Great Liberation Bodhisattva to investigate—and Ye Lan, Master Zhi Kong, and others who knew the full truth would be their first targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the Regional Commanders, they had no cultivation to protect them, no Demon-Slaying Edict, no access to imperial qi to summon in emergencies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If captured, they wouldn’t even have the power to die on their own terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For his own sake, and for theirs, Shen Yi could not let them remain in Nan Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, send word to the mountains—have them relocate. Best to vanish entirely, and avoid all involvement.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing this blunt command, Ye Lan showed no resentment—only joy: “Understood! I’ll see to it at once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Ye Lan turn and hurry away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xi stepped forward, lips pressed tight. From Shen Yi’s actions—erasing every trace—she sensed his words were far too optimistic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nan Zhou should be safe for now. You needn’t worry. Remain vigilant and hold your posts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi turned to the beautiful woman, offering reassurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter their strength, the fact that these three Great Immortals had chosen to lift the Southern Emperor rather than flee—earned his respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re not worried about Nan Zhou…” Feng Xi sighed. The Bodhisattvas who descended, the great demons who walked the earth—nearly all were dead. The twenty-seven prefectures had known no demon calamity in a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the other three continents, Nan Zhou now deserved to be called a paradise on earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head, softly: “For the sake of our brief time as colleagues, let me see you off. It’ll spare you many troubles once you reach the capital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she didn’t see him depart safely, she and those two old men would never rest easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then thank you, Elder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi paused, then nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would leave behind a set of stabilizing stones in the twenty-seven prefectures; these three Regional Commanders had just suffered grievous wounds—they had no need to force them to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait! I have one more question!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Mingli finally found his chance to speak. Under the puzzled glances of the others, he licked his dry lips: “May I ask… what is your title within the Puxi Teaching?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi looked at him, understanding his hesitation, and smiled wryly: “Subduing the Dragon, Taming the Tiger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hss—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those four words, Yang Mingli bit his lip, pulling a scroll from his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It matched! All of it matched!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had long sensed something strange about recent events—his decades of experience had failed him at every major turn, making him wonder if his mind had betrayed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Mingli opened the scroll to the first page, trembling as he pointed to the top three names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Subduing the Dragon, Taming the Tiger—the Great Ming King—is you. Nanyang General—is you. And if I’m not mistaken, the Grand Void Alchemy Emperor—is also you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Void Alchemy Emperor hailed from Shenxu Mountain—a once-in-a-generation prodigy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew Ye Lan and Shen Yi had both joined Shenxu Mountain; his tone just now had been unmistakably that of a sect master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a young genius could not possibly be the ancient worm-demon Shenxu Patriarch—his identity was now clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, the three prodigies Lao Fu had the Demon-Slaying Bureau investigate? All three were our own people...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By this point, Yang Mingli’s throat was parched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the old man’s excitement, Shen Yi glanced at the names listed at the back of the scroll: \"Close enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, he felt a bit sorry for this Minister Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Yang Mingli was the first to reveal most of his own identity; from the moment he abruptly asked about the Bodhisattva’s title, it was clear that even if he denied it, the other man had already guessed most of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, such a sharp-minded man had, because of me, suffered repeated setbacks in judgment... a severe blow to his confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See? It’s not my fault!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon receiving a confirming nod, Yang Mingli glared at Yan Lanting beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Lanting had no interest in responding; when he looked at Shen Yi again, he found him even more terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, there never were two legendary prodigies who each slew eight young elites from the two sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Beiliu River, the man alone slaughtered all sixteen, including those of Tianwu Xuanwu, and even toyed with the third-rank experts watching nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, we three old fools were fooled too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We actually believed that ridiculous tale of the two fighting until exhaustion, letting Nanyang reap the benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know what you’re so worked up about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xi shot Yang Mingli a disdainful look. If, back then, when the Yuchi Monkey Demon incident occurred, Yan Lanting hadn’t stepped in to defend him—if Yang had gotten his way and punished Nanyang—the twenty-seven prefectures would surely be bathed in blood by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi watched the three bickering quietly, suddenly feeling as if he’d been transported back to the Great Qian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, after resolving the demon plague in Qingzhou, Old Master Chen Qiankun had suddenly turned into this childish old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He liked this feeling—it made him inexplicably relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t time to relax yet. Only when he secured his own life could he spare a moment to return to Qingzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gentlemen, I take my leave.\" Shen Yi slowly bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men who had been chattering moments before fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two old men said nothing, finally letting out a long sigh, returning the bow, and murmuring: \"We’re lucky you’re here... Farewell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The troubles of Nanzhou weren’t solved—they’d simply shifted from the common folk of the twenty-seven prefectures onto one man alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We can’t help much, but all we can do is protect the peace and tranquility he sacrificed his life to secure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Fire Dragon Treasure Car rose into the sky from Liuli Prefecture, streaking northward; its roaring dragon soul blazed fiercely, covering ten thousand li in an instant, leaving Nanzhou behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the carriage were only a few people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xi had prepared a memorial, detailing everything that had occurred in Nanzhou, bearing the seals of the three Regional Commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the only thing Nanzhou could offer Shen Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this memorial, he could exchange it with the Emperor for any reward he desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lan and the monk Zhi Kong were brought aboard, seated on either side of Shen Yi; the Divine Void Mountain side had also been arranged—Qianfeng Daoist would lead the Eight Main Peaks and hundreds of outer peaks’ disciples to evacuate Nanzhou before Nanshumi could react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the name Nanyang, Shen Yi left no trace behind in Great Nanzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes, feigning sleep, feeling the Fire Dragon Car beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fine magic artifact—but once beyond the Divine Court, it couldn’t be used lightly again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how long passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the carriage suddenly halted, Shen Yi opened his eyes, gazing at the faint outline of the Imperial City ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2284,"2026-06-20T15:00:39.179Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c15debd787518e33f83497507803dfe4f3880ae39e7ee34c643932c89b472639","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-784","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-782",840,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-cover.jpg"]