The rippling Yangchun River is majestic and serene, making human strength seem incredibly insignificant in its presence.

  A thread of smoke rises, wafting a rich meaty aroma.

  A row of large cauldrons lined up on the riverbank, one after another, stretching as far as the eye could see.

  Wearing cloud-patterned ink shirts, or wearing fierce wolf coats, the school lieutenant generals had never executed such an order. Although there was no wine, they only needed to eat meat in large mouths.

  As for the origin of the meat.

  Three ferocious dragon heads were hung high, their hundred-foot-long bodies coiled on the riverbank. Although they had been dead for some time, they still maintained their pre-mortem appearance and showed no signs of rotting. The school lieutenant, who was somewhat skilled in cooking, used a precious knife to carve off the meat, then stewed it over a large fire, sprinkling fine salt on top to make it as palatable as possible.

  The old general wearing a black armor sat in the front row, with a small table in front of him.

  He calmly poured himself half a bowl of wine, took a sip, and gazed blankly at the river in front of him.

  The sound of the waves crashing against the shore cannot move him.

  Under the aura of majesty and grandeur, even the Yangchun River pales in comparison.

  Demon-quelling patrol on the river!

  The school lieutenants of Linjiang County were chewing on the dragon meat while casting reverent glances at the old man.

  Everyone says that General Chen is old, but who would have thought that the aging fierce tiger still has leftover anger in his heart. When he opens his tiger eyes again, he is still the mighty general who shakes the Jiang province!

  Two months ago, a Yangchun Jiaolong dared to emerge from the water and wreak havoc on human society.

  Today, General Chen will show them what it means to be a part of the Demon-Suppressing Department.

  Eat his flesh, drink his blood!

  With that iron spear, he pressed down a group of aquatic creatures, unable to lift their heads.

  “……”

  Chen Qiankun wanted to rub his stiff face, but feeling the scorching gaze behind him, he dispelled this idea.

  Following this group of young people, it's been many years since I've felt so carefree and proud.

  There is also a distinction between the Demon-Slaying Generals.

  For example, in Yushan County, under the intimidation of Jiang Qiulan, no monsters dared to invade, so even if she left for several months, the county city was still calm and peaceful. The school lieutenants under her command only needed to do the most basic patrol work.

  These little guys under my command are trapped in a huge sense of oppression given by the demons every day, and they can't relax for a moment.

  It's hard enough for us to enjoy this kind of atmosphere, so let's not spoil it for them.

  "But..."

  Chen Qiankun stared at the calm river surface, but still couldn't help but let out a sigh in his heart.

  If that old dragon turtle were to break through again, it would be comparable to a Bodan warrior who had broken through the three gates. Moreover, this was on the opponent's home ground, so even if Jiang Autumn came, he wouldn't be able to kill him, let alone himself.

  He made a joke when he asked Liu Yuquan to pass on the message, but in fact, he hoped to borrow that handle of Qingzhou's sharpest sword, at least to drive the old dragon back into the water, and not let Linjiang County become a place where lives are lost.

  As for why I agreed to Shen Yi's plan.

  Apart from genuinely appreciating this young man and being willing to play along with him, it's also because as the Demon-Suppressing General, how can one hide in the county city and push out the common people who should be under his protection to die in their place?

  At this moment, in a distant village.

  Several people also gathered around a table.

  The villagers had long been dispersed, leaving behind only two who refused to leave.

  The widow carefully took out the dragon meat from the pot and sent it to the table, while looking at the young man in black armor with a red cloak beside the table.

  After several months, the other party still wore that golden-edged black scabbard, and his handsome face had lost a few points of coldness and killing intent. However, the pressure he gave people was far beyond before, as if due to too many massacres, the evil spirit had actually been suppressed instead.

  The madman was gone, and in his place was just a clean-cut young man.

  He took out the wine stored at home and respectfully filled two cups to the brim.

  Fang Heng didn't have the heart to drink, his face full of worry, but he just silently accompanied him by his side. After many encounters, he had learned to remain quiet in front of Shen Yi.

  What others want to do is not something you should question.

  “……”

  Shen Yi closed her eyes and sank into introspection.

  Only see in the midst of the ocean of energy.

  The elixir inside the Heavenly Swallowing Cauldron had grown robust and emitted a faint crimson glow, but its surroundings were filled with dense white mist.

  Since arriving in Linjiang County, these incense and wishes seem to have become even more abundant.

  Strange...

  Even if someone really built a temple for themselves, how could it be so magnificent after just crossing over?

  He also doesn't remember doing anything worth being worshipped for.

  Forget it, what's the point of thinking so much?

  Shen Yi had already thought of cultivating both Dao fetus and yin spirit at the same time, and now that he had the time, he might as well give it a try.

  He opened his eyes and looked at the remaining 9,000 years of life expectancy on the panel.

  Once again, he activated the Devouring Heaven Swallowing Earth Technique.

  But this time it's no longer relying on elixir cultivation, but instead focusing on incense and vows.

  In the first year, you start trying to plant the divine seed...

  In an instant, the white mist that was originally just following its instincts to get close to the youth suddenly got sucked into his dantian by a greedy force.

  Looking at this situation, Shen Yi finally understood why it was said that the path of yin spirits is a shortcut.

  You don't need to work hard to collect anything, just sit here and the incense and wishes will come from all directions.

  It was probably due to having had an experience before, and the whole process went smoothly without any unexpected events.

  In the year 932, you successfully condensed your divine essence...

  The invisible white fog thinned out.

  In return, there was a white light spot in the inner elixir that was also beating slowly, shining together with the crimson Tao species.

  Is it really that easy to succeed?

  Shen Yi picked up her wine cup to cover up the surprise in her expression.

  The white light spots seemed to be different from the crimson path, and he even saw the two overlapping blood threads, as if the soul stretched out to touch the flesh, and then passed through directly.

  Now there's no need for them to squeeze together in embarrassment.

  However, this white light spot seems to have brought no improvement to itself.

  Neither strength nor breath has changed at all.

  Unfortunately, the incense's power had almost been depleted, otherwise Shen Yi would have liked to continue deducing further to see what new changes would occur.

  He turned off the panel and began to explore the function of this white divine breed.

  Originally, I was thinking of stimulating the dragon by letting Chen Qiankun's old man see his brothers being dismembered and devoured, then in a fit of rage, he would make a forced breakthrough, causing his realm to become unstable and his strength to greatly decrease...

  The Yangchun River is now even quieter than usual.

  It seems that this old thing can still live for so many years, and it still has some stability.

  It's been five days in the blink of an eye.

  The water in the pot on the riverbank has been boiled dry time and time again.

  Three hundred feet long dragon corpse was cut into a pitiful state, unbearable to look at.

  The Xiaowei officers are really fed up with this, even if it's meant to intimidate the aquatic tribe, there's no need for it to continue indefinitely.

  They helplessly looked forward to Old Man Chen, but found that he had no intention of ordering a stop.

  Just then, the other party finally stood up.

  The lieutenants' eyes were filled with joy, but this joy had not yet appeared on their faces when they saw the waves crashing against the riverbank.

  In the murky Yang Spring River, a black line suddenly appeared, at least two hundred feet long.

  Everyone was stunned for a moment, their pupils suddenly contracted, and they broke out in goosebumps all over their bodies.

  A dark shadow appeared underwater and quickly expanded until it occupied nearly half of the river's surface.

  That black line is the back of a ferocious aquatic beast!

  (End of chapter)