Demon!
Wang Qingyang's words caused the atmosphere in the hall to become heavy.
In the mortal world, not many people knew of demons.
Jing Yang Temple happened to be a force that was aware of their existence.
There were definitely demons targeting the Jing Yang Temple.
Yuanqing turned to look at the cultivator beside him, who had a sword on his back. "Junior Brother Luo Chen, where did you encounter this fish demon?"
Luo Chen was the officer from Jing Yang Temple who had gone to investigate the murder of the guardian disciple from the cultivation world.
Upon hearing Yuanqing's words, a hint of solemness flashed across Luo Chen's face. His face was pale and filled with fear.
"At the intersection of the Luo River and the Jin River. It can take a boat by the river and transform into a human."
Clenching his fists slightly, Luo Chen lowered his head as fear appeared in his eyes. "We exchanged 30 blows, and she took my sword."
She took his sword!
Yuanqing's expression changed, and strong spirit energy and blood power began to surge from his body.
The senior monk, Wang Qingyang, narrowed his eyes. His fingers trembled slightly as he held the fish scales.
The grandmasters aside, as a middle-stage Spirit Condensation expert, Luo Chen's martial arts cultivation was ranked very high in Jing Yang Temple.
His swordsmanship, in particular, was outstanding, and he was one of the few sword masters in Jing Yang Temple.
Jing Yang Temple was a Daoist sect, and the mainstream cultivation methods were Daoist techniques. There were very few people who could cultivate their sword techniques to Luo Chen's level.
The demon's martial arts cultivation had to be strong and hard to gauge because she managed to snatch away Luo Chen's sword in 30 moves.
"It won't be difficult for her to kill me." Luo Chen turned his head to look at Yuanqing before he raised his head to look at the seated temple master, Wang Qingyang.
"Where's Junior Brother Qing Wu? Didn't he make a move?" Yuanqing asked with a frown.
Qing Wu and Luo Chen had gone to investigate the matter together. Qing Wu's cultivation level was at the late stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm. He was a peak first-class fighter, and he cultivated both immortal as well as martial arts techniques.
If Qing Wu and Luo Chen had joined forces, they would not have been so weak.
"Senior Brother Qing Wu met Imperial Censor Su Ming on the Jin River and was invited to go on a trip with him. By the time he returned, the fish demon had already left through the water."
"Imperial Censor Su Ming is Minister Dongfang's disciple. It would have been bad for Senior Brother to reject him," Luo Chen explained softly.
The minister of Zhao, Dongfang Jing, was a scholar who had entered the Innate Realm. He was one of the top grandmasters in the world.
Although Jing Yang Temple was in charge of Daoism and the national sect, it would not disrespect the disciple of the great grandmaster, Dongfang Jing.
"It looks like the Imperial Court has also noticed this matter," Yuanqing said as he looked up at Wang Qingyang.
Wang Qinyang nodded and put away the fish scales in his hands. He then looked out the hall.
"If that's all it is, there won't be a problem.
"However, I'm afraid that the fish demon might be coming for Jing Yang Temple."
Coming for Jing Yang Temple?
Yuanqing was stunned, while Luo Chen had a dazed look.
"A hundred years ago, the grandmaster personally sealed a fish demon…" Wang Qingyang murmured.
His words made the two people in the hall gasp.
A hundred years ago, to suppress the fish demon, three great grandmasters had taken action, and more than ten grandmasters had assisted. In the end, the fish demon was suppressed, and Jing Yang Temple's grandmaster, Yu Ji, was seriously injured. He had no choice but to travel around in search of a way to heal himself.
He had not returned for 100 years, and there had not been any news from him.
Now, if the fish demons outside Luojing really came for Jing Yang Temple, it would be an unpredictable crisis for Jing Yang Temple.
The temple did not have a great martial arts grandmaster right now.
If they could not stop this fish demon, the entire Luojing would plunge into misery.
"Perhaps Minister Dongfang sent his disciples to investigate this matter as well?" Luo Chen said softly.
This reasoning seemed to make sense.
Minister Dongfang Jing was one of the masters who had sealed the demon together with him 100 years ago.
Wang Qingyang put away the fish scales and stood up. "I'm going to the imperial city."
In the imperial city of Zhao, the royal family worshiped Zhao Yubing, the uncle of the former emperor, who was an immortal grandmaster.
...
Time seemed to fly when one was cultivating.
Zhang Li went into seclusion for three days and broke through to Level 5 of the Spirit Refinement Realm.
He put away nearly half of the spirit stones on the array disk and walked out of the quiet room. He felt like a completely different man.
At Level 5 of the Spirit Refinement Realm, the True Essence in his meridians was purified. He walked like the wind and felt as light as a cloud.
He could now control the wind and gradually move in the direction of transcendence.
There was a trace of the Great Dao in his every move.
Of course, this was only Zhang Li's own misconception.
He was only at Level 5 of the Spirit Refinement Realm, not Level 5 of the Gold Core Realm.
Now that he was on Level 5, he would have to switch cultivation techniques, but he could not rush it.
As he walked out of the small courtyard, the disciples guarding the courtyard hurriedly bowed.
Zhang Li waved his hand and walked alone in the shade of the green trees.
The mountain flowers were gorgeous, the trees were shady, the rocks were jagged, and the pines were vigorous.
One had to say that apart from the lack of spirit energy and the immortal clouds floating in the air, Jing Yang Temple was more like an immortal land than Misty Cloud Mountain in the cultivation world.
Along the way, the disciples of Jing Yang Temple were either discussing the Dao, practicing martial arts with swords, or sitting quietly.
Zhang Li did not alarm these disciples.
They did not recognize him either. They had no idea that he was the grandmaster of the temple.
"You're not allowed to be outside the Demon Subduing Pavilion." A 30-year-old Daoist in green robes raised his hand and spoke in a low voice. He was holding a horsetail whip and carrying a green longsword on his back.
Demon Subduing Pavilion?
Were demons being subdued here?
Zhang Li raised his head and looked at the ancient pavilion. Although he was curious, he still turned around and left.
Curiosity killed the cat, and he had not reached the point of being invincible.
When he returned to the courtyard, Zhu Yunshan, who had not seen him for three days, was waiting anxiously.
When he saw Zhang Li, he pounced on him.
"There are no more spirit stones." Zhang Li shifted his feet and quietly moved aside.
His martial arts cultivation had already reached the Spirit Sensing Realm, and he was already comparable to a second-class martial artist.
With the addition of his Level 5 Spirit Refinement Realm, his spirit perception was much stronger than Zhu Yunshan's.
Zhu Yunshan was only at Level 2 of Spirit Refinement Realm, which was equivalent to the Spirit Condensation Realm in martial arts. How could his spirit perception compare to Zhang Li's?
"No spirit stones, no spirit stones." Zhu Yunshan followed closely behind and said in a low voice. "I'm here for a healing pill."
Healing?
Zhang Li turned his head and examined Zhu Yunshan.
Indeed, indulging in wine and women was the best way to wear down one's spirit.
Right then, Zhu Yunshan's True Essence had been greatly depleted.
His vitality was a little low as well.
However, it was far from the point where he needed medicinal pills to heal his injuries.
"Who's injured?" Zhang Li said as he walked into the courtyard and stood on the stone steps.
"Yue... Liu Yue," Zhu Yunshan added in embarrassment.
Liu Yue?
"That courtesan who costs 1,000 gold on a spring night?" Zhang Li shook his head.
Although healing pills were not worth much, they were still difficult to find in the mortal world.
That courtesan was worth a pill?
"Brother Zhu, don't be too rough with her in the future." Patting Zhu Yunshan's shoulder, Zhang Li turned around and walked into the elegant hall with a smile on his face.
Zhu Yunshan was a cultivator. How could that delicate courtesan keep up with him?
He had probably gone too far over the last three days.
Zhu Yunshan's face turned red. He followed Zhang Li into the small hall and raised his hand to stop him. "It's not what you think. There's nothing between me and Liu Yue."
She got injured even though nothing happened?
"Brother, you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink. Didn't you like it?" Zhang Li said with a smile as he sat in front of the desk.
To Zhang Li, low-level medicinal pills were useless. Basically, they could only be given away.
With that said, he still needed to consider how he was going to give the pill away.
'I can't give it away for free.'
Zhu Yunshan waved his hand and extended his hand toward Zhang Li. "I'll definitely pay you back this time."
"Yue is the general of the Mystic Moon Guards. She was injured while trying to save me."
Staring at Zhang Li, Zhu Yunshan's expression was solemn. "If it weren't for Yue, I would have been killed by that fish demon."
Fish demon!
Realization filled Zhang Li's deep eyes.