Before entering the Demon Suppression Division, Hong Lei had thought about traveling the world with a sword, wearing white clothes and leading a horse.
But now it seems that not entering Qingfeng Mountain and having to join the more dangerous Demon Suppression Division may not be a bad thing.
Fifty or sixty Qingfeng disciples were escorted up the mountain by the captains.
They were clearly returning to the sect, but their faces grew paler.
Shen Yi and Hong Lei walked at the end.
"What is the Sword Pond?"
Hearing this, Hong Lei looked at him in surprise: "You are not from Qingzhou?"
"I'm from Baiyun County." Shen Yi did not hide it.
"No wonder, it's a small place." Hong Lei nodded subconsciously, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. Was he talking about the Baiyun County he knew? How could such a person be cultivated in such a remote place?
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask but not daring to, so he simply changed the subject: "Any first-rate power has the means to cultivate the Condensation Realm stably, ensuring that there are masters in every generation. Unlike second-rate ones, if the ancestor encounters an accident, or there is a lack of successors, they will disappear in a few decades."
"We have something similar in the Demon Suppression Division, but we have to go to the capital."
Having said that, Hong Lei looked at Shen Yi's slightly flickering eyes and roughly guessed what he was thinking. To be able to fight against Elder Qingfeng and the big monster alone, he must have achieved perfection in the Jade Liquid.
He smiled and said, "With your current strength, if you work hard for a few decades, you will definitely have a place in the Wu Temple Condensing Pill. Don't even think about the recent few times. Both Miss Lin and Doctor Bai are lining up in front of you."
"Let's talk about the sword pond."
Hong Lei knew the temperament of these geniuses, and they would not tolerate others riding on their heads. "Whenever a Qingfeng disciple formally enters the sect and worships the ancestor, the first thing he does is to go to the sword pool to worship. By pouring blood from the fingertips, eyebrows, and heart, he will be protected by the ancestor and his progress in cultivation will be greatly accelerated."
"In addition, you can also take out a sword used by a senior, which is nourished with essence day and night. It is called a sword for protecting the way. It can be said that half of their strength lies in the sword. I heard that you broke the sword of the deacon. Even if he recovers from the injury, his strength will be less than 50% of what it used to be."
Hong Lei stretched out his palm and said, "That's why I wanted to see Dai Bing's sword that day, just to see if she was a disciple of Qingfeng. I really guessed it right... Think about it, for thousands of years, the essence and blood of the disciples have been connected to the sword pool. As their cultivation improves, the sword pool also benefits. Only such a precious place can help warriors to condense pills."
"Old Nujian's life span is short. According to his qualifications, he should have had the opportunity to enter the sword pool for training and fight again, but he gave it to Zhang Hengzhou. His actions today... must be because he is deeply hurt."
Hong Lei sighed with emotion.
Hearing this, Shen Yi was silent for a moment.
But remembering that there are very few opportunities to learn about martial arts, he continued to ask, "If the sword pool has such an effect and has existed for thousands of years, there should be more than one Dan Condensation Master on Qingfeng Mountain."
"Are you worried that General Chen will not be able to defeat them if he comes alone?"
Hong Lei laughed again: "You are in the Jade Liquid Realm, and I am also in the Jade Liquid Realm. If you face two or three of me at the same time, would you be afraid?"
Shen Yi thought for a moment and shook his head.
"Right? If there are 10 or 20 of them..."
Hong Lei continued speaking, but saw the young man thinking intently, and then shook his head.
The smile on his face froze. He looked away, took a deep breath, and pretended not to see anything. "If there are 10 or 20 of them, the Demon Suppression Division wouldn't just have Old Man Chen. There are 12 Demon Suppression Generals. Old Man is too old. In terms of strength, he can only rank behind the generals of Yang'an County."
"What's the rank of the general in Yang'an County?" Shen Yi looked curiously.
Hong Lei rolled his eyes and was silent for a long time before saying, "Eleven."
"Who's number one?"
"Second disciple of the general."
"And the second one?"
"The chief disciple."
"Why is it the other way around?"
"Brother Shen, we're here!" Hong Lei stood still with a headache. How could he just say such offensive words?
Shen Yi looked forward with a lingering feeling.
In front of the Qingfeng Mountain Gate, there is an extremely vast altar paved with white stone bricks.
At this moment, both sides above were densely kneeling with swordsmen in snow-white robes.
Three hundred captains and lieutenants of the inner camp, wearing black shirts with golden carvings, stood outside the altar, their bodies straight, with black chains flying, encircling the entire altar.
There were also more than a thousand soldiers from the outer camp, standing in a neat line with grim expressions.
At the front of the crowd, surrounded by dozens of generals, a figure wearing black armor sat upright in a large chair, holding a solid iron halberd, and his scarlet silk cloak fluttered wildly, like a blood-stained red cloud.
"…"
Shen Yi frowned slightly, having never expected the scenery on the mountain to be like this.
There was a life-and-death fight going on down there, and I thought the situation was dire, but in the end, everyone was kneeling on the ground here.
Since you have some free time now, can't you go down and save someone?
"It's not as simple as you think." Seeing his expression change, Hong Lei took a slow step forward, leading everyone forward, his face becoming more and more solemn.
The Qingfeng Sect disciples clearly had no intention of resisting, but General Chen still surrounded them and refused to let go. This could only mean one thing.
The old man who heads the sect must be going crazy!
In the middle of the altar.
The man sat cross-legged, shirtless, with fine wounds weaving like a spider web all over his body, like a piece of nearly shattered porcelain.
This familiar scar made Shen Yi hold his breath.
When he was in Shuiyun Township, he had seen it on the dragon demon, and it was exactly the same.
And at this moment.
Shen Yi felt a breath from the other person, and as he took steps closer, the breath became stronger and stronger.
Suddenly, the man opened his eyes and slowly looked over here.
Just one glance at those bloodshot pupils made Shen Yi tense up, and his hand unconsciously grasped the hilt of the knife.
Even when he had just woken up, he faced the black-skinned dog demon with his mortal body.
It is not as disturbing as the feeling of oppression that suddenly comes now.
"He is Zhang Hengzhou."
Hong Lei did not seem to feel anything unusual, and simply introduced: "The Qingzhou swordsman who is famous in Qingzhou, according to General Chen's inference, should be the transformation of the Yangchun River dragon demon."
Shen Yi acted as if he didn't hear it.
The man looked deeply into his face, which was ferocious with pain and gradually became more resentful.
Under that gaze.
Shen Yi still had no expression on his face, only his breathing became heavier.
A strong murderous intent emerged from my heart.
In full view of the public.
Zhang Hengzhou suddenly stood up and walked towards the edge step by step.
All the Qingfeng disciples raised their heads, and the captains of the Demon Suppression Division tightly grasped their weapons and shouted, "Retreat!"
But I was confused in my heart.
The last time the other side rioted was half a month ago, and they were beaten back by General Chen with his halberd.
It has been quiet for these days, how come it suddenly stands up again?
"I am innocent, you can't kill me."
Zhang Hengzhou was breathing heavily, his body slightly hunched, and he looked at the old man in black armor in a deep voice.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I have been slaying demons for Qingzhou for 150 years, and protecting the people of Linjiang County for 150 years. They regard me as a hero! I am innocent!"
Chen Qiankun's hair and beard were all white, and his face was unremarkable. He looked like just an ordinary old man.
With a calm expression, he said calmly, "Read it to him again."
The deputy general beside him stepped out and said, "Zhang Zitao, a disciple of Qingfeng Mountain, went to Shuangyang County to kill monsters three years ago. He killed a cat monster and more than 20 civilians died, with no remains left. According to the monster hunters, two days ago, someone saw this monster at Woniu Beach, 500 miles away."
"Zhang Yusong, a disciple of Qingfeng Mountain, did the same thing two years and seven months ago in a village in Qi'an County. He killed a demon and killed 30 villagers. No trace of the demon was left."
"Zhang Linglong, a disciple of Qingfeng Mountain..."
The demons were slain in the same way, and no corpse was left in the same way.
All the names, without exception, were the descendants of this romantic swordsman. Just the past three years had made the general's mouth dry from thinking about them.
The Qingfeng Mountain disciples lowered their heads silently again.
"So my achievements are fake?" Only Zhang Hengzhou remained calm and continued to stare at the old man.
"Everything you said is true. I have sent people to check it out. You are worthy of the title of the hero of Qingfeng Mountain." Chen Qiankun nodded his chin lightly.
"Then..." Zhang Hengzhou's voice suddenly became sharp: "With my achievements, shouldn't the people of Linjiang County raise my offspring?! They are all half-demons, and their nature is like this. I have been trying my best to teach them!"
"Why! Why don't you give me some time!"
"Why! Why don't you give me a chance!"
A roar filled with deep resentment echoed throughout the entire mountain gate.
(End of this chapter)