Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 547 - 479 Heading to Xuan Yue City (5K2 Seeking

Chapter 547 -479: Heading to Xuan Yue City (5K2, Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

Chapter 547 -479: Heading to Xuan Yue City (5K2, Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

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Demon lifespans are indeed not hard to find; as long as one is willing to put in the time, killing a few lesser demons and accumulating slowly, there’s enough to be had.

But the Town Stone is different.

To continue forging my Heavenly Palace, I at least need to aim for demons of the Azure Scale Jiao’s level.

Demons can’t possibly grow to such size out of nowhere. Without a foundation to support their Return to Void Ninth Layer, how could it be possible? Who doesn’t have a powerful backer behind them, and besides, with such strength, one would already be considered a formidable force in Nan Hong. Who knows how many intricate connections there are.

Now, Shen Yi no longer has the protection of the Alliance Sect.

Acting recklessly and charging in, whether or not I could walk out alive is still a question.

As for placing hopes on Yan Xianqing… If he had the strength to move unhindered across these lands and waters, he wouldn’t have even lost his own Great Formation.

Of course.

Besides leveling up power, there’s also a need to pay attention to the remaining three top vassal forces.

Shen Yi might not need their help.

But I certainly can’t just watch them fall under the control of the Dragon Palace with my eyes wide open.

The logic is very simple.

These four great forces exist to garrison the Nanyang Sect.

Their understanding of the Nanyang Sect might even be deeper than mine, the Sect Master.

If they were to quietly submit to the Dragon Palace,

then it’s possible the Aquatic Race’s soldiers could set foot on the Nanyang Relief, and I would still have no news of it.

Now’s not the time to contact them.

Shen Yi at least has to know what the situation is with the remaining three forces. If they have truly submitted to the Dragon Palace, it’s also good to prepare in advance.

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Apart from possessing a Union Dao treasure land, the top Immortal Sects of Nan Hong’s aquatic and terrestrial regions,

all the other forces focus on being as elite as possible. They don’t seek to cover a lot of ground, but try their utmost to minimize their own presence.

Xuan Yue City is an exception.

Not only has it climbed onto the coattails of the Nan Hong Seven Sons, but its own strength is considerable, controlling nearly three hundred cities, akin to a small kingdom.

In contrast, the Yan Family seems just like a poor bumpkin from a remote and backward village.

In the midst of such a vast imposing presence, no Aquatic Race has dared to invade Xuan Yue City.

Because standing behind it, is the most tyrannical of the Nan Hong Seven Sons, the Heavenly Sword Sect.

At this moment, in a rather unassuming little city among the three hundred,

the streets are bustling with an array of goods, and the sounds of people fill the air, with cultivators and ordinary people mixed among the crowd.

The youth in the ink robe walks leisurely, with handsome features. Even though his clothing is simple and not luxurious, he carries a certain warmth and elegance.

Compared to him, the tall figure following behind, enveloped in a black robe, appears somewhat sinister, exuding a keep-away aura.

“Master, you seem to be in a good mood?” Ke Shisan had circled around a great deal, making sure his brother couldn’t accurately catch wind of his own false death news, before he felt at ease to return.

“Not bad.”

Shen Yi glances towards the side of the street.

I find that, compared to the serenity of the Nanyang Inner Gate, I’m more accustomed to this kind of lively atmosphere.

There’s even a sense of discomfort in my heart.

Originally, Shen Yi did not regard Xuan Yue City as significant, after all, it had never shown intentions of submitting to the Nanyang Sect, so it couldn’t be considered one of us.

Even if I came in a rush with the blood talisman and brought disaster upon this great power,

I wouldn’t feel much pressure.

But after seeing the lively scene before me, my thoughts changed—it would truly be a pity if such a city were destroyed by demons.

Before coming, Shen Yi hadn’t expected that Xuan Yue City would be so large.

“Shall we go directly to Xuan Yue City?” Ke Shisan asked.

“Forget it.”

Shen Yi shakes his head.

If it were a force like the Yan Family, observing a little might give you the chance to see if they were in cahoots with the Aquatic Race.

Three hundred whole cities… With that spare time, it would be better to work on improving strength.

Shen Yi stops at a roadside stall, orders two pancakes, leaves a Precious Jade, and then plans to leave with Ke Shisan.

“Thank you for the blessings, Immortal.”

The vendor is quite ecstatic, but not like the vendors back in Baiyun County—obviously, he’s used to the cultivators’ generous gestures.

Such events are not uncommon.

Many cultivators, after undergoing lengthy years, occasionally reminisce about the worldly mortal life before they began their cultivation journey.

“Master, I am stone.” Ke Shisan reminds him.

“I’m eating two.” Shen Yi glances at him; it’s merely a habit to buy two, such a mood killer.

The two head towards the outskirts of the city.

Just at that moment, the wooden railing of the second floor of a tavern suddenly shatters, a drunken figure getting thrown down, rolling several times on the ground.

Still, from his mouth come incessant curses, “Driving me out won’t help, the Xuan Yue City Lord eats the Immortal Sect’s grain but wants to send his own daughter to the Aquatic Race as a wife, shameful and disgraceful! A monumental humiliation!”

As soon as these words are uttered, the street that was bustling just now suddenly falls into dead silence.

Passersby, regardless of their cultivation, all show a look of horror and then quickly bury their heads and leave the area.

The drunk struggle to get up,

but sees from where the wooden railing was broken, a steward with a cold face steps out, grabbing a wine pot next to him and throws it at the drunk.

“You’re still hitting people! You dare to hit people!”

The drunk shouts while using his arm to shield his face.

Then a cracking sound comes from above—the fine wine pot turns into a pile of fine dust that disperses in the air.

Looking up with surprise, he lowers his arm and raises his head, only to see two long figures with downcast eyes looking over.

“Excuse us, Immortals. He’s been spouting nonsense, offending the City Lord and the Immortal Sect…”

Seeing those two obviously not ordinary figures, the steward’s flesh trembles, he quickly apologizes, and then goes back inside the tavern.