The Wu Miao is the foundation of the Daqian Empire's founding.

  The status is extremely noble.

  The Demon-Slaying Department and the Monster-Catching Division can operate independently outside of the imperial court, precisely because they are under the jurisdiction of the Wu Miao.

  As one of the temple's administrators, Wu Daren's words can fully represent the intention of the Wu Temple.

  Can't I just not go back?

  Jiang Chengyun was completely stunned. The entire land of the nine states, whether it was the imperial court or the rivers and lakes, whoever was a martial artist, who didn't want to join the Wu Temple?

  Here possesses the best treasures, the most elixirs, and records countless precious martial arts.

  And as for relying on mountains, who can compare with a living and breathing cultivator of the Transformation Realm?

  They don't need to take the initiative to invite them, and they can absorb all the talents in the world.

  But at this moment, Mr. Wu was actually waiting for General Shen's reply.

  "Stay in Wu Miao and serve the Golden Body."

  An old man's turbid eyes showed a hint of complexity, this kid's situation was unheard of, he could eat the aura that separated from the Golden Body cleanly, making those few old men heartbroken.

  But this also indirectly proves how precious the value of this person is.

  Letting him go just like this is really somewhat reluctant.

  After some consideration, it's better to just let this little guy stay, and it won't be a loss either.

  Jiang Qiu Lan stood with her hands hanging down, quietly looking at Shen Yi.

  It's almost as she expected.

  With his youth talent, no one can ignore his existence, even Wu Miao is no exception.

  It was just that Jiang Qiulang was somewhat surprised that these temple fairies would be so proactive, completely unlike their former proud and aloof demeanor.

  The other party should have only met Shen Yi once.

  What exactly happened during the martial arts training in the temple?

  "What's the benefit?"

  Shen Yi looked over curiously.

  "What's good about it?"

  Mr. Wu's eyelid twitched slightly; after all these years, Wu Miao was inviting someone for the first time.

  Is this kid negotiating with himself?

  He closed his eyes, calmed down, and then opened them again: "We people stay here for only one purpose... that is to condense the Golden Body Method, break through to the Realm of Transcendence, and this place has the most abundant incense wishes."

  "Wu Daren shook his head: 'Don't rely on your youth and talent to think that time is long, a thousand years pass in the blink of an eye. Only when you truly start to get involved in this way will you find that time is far from enough.'"

  "So... don't waste your precious life on useless things, like Qingzhou. Wait for those mixed yuan martial artists to withdraw their hands, and you'll naturally know how to solve it."

  Just a few words, but they made Jiang Chengyun's mood inexplicably somewhat downcast.

  It seems easy to hear, but in fact it represents the wailing of tens of millions of people in Qingzhou, the fall of the great generals of the Demon-Suppressing Department, and the tragic death of many demon-catchers.

  But in the face of thousands of years, these things seem so insignificant.

  The common people are like weeds, and they multiply very quickly.

  The general may be slightly more precious, but as long as the incense is willing and sufficient, it can also be recast.

  In Wu Miao's eyes, it was only a temporary loss. As long as he solved the other troubles and freed up his hands to take back the territory from the demons, that would be enough.

  As a demon catcher from Qingzhou, I couldn't even blame him for this.

  Because if other troubles can't be solved, it won't just be a matter of temporarily losing Qingzhou.

  “……”

  Shen Yi fell silent for a moment before finally looking up and saying, "Let's just forget it."

  Incense offering of free will, combined with the innate wisdom of the Great Dry Sky, is equivalent to a future Huashen realm cultivator.

  The problem is... innate talent is false.

  As soon as these words came out, Jiang Chengyun fell into an even more intense daze than before, and even felt his brain spinning.

  Mr. Wu has made it clear enough already.

  As long as General Shen nods, it's not just a simple matter of joining the Wu Temple to become a disciple, but rather being treated as a successor to be cultivated.

  What a big deal?

  But was refused so easily.

  Could it be that Lord Shen is actually the one who truly cares about Qingzhou?

  As he thought of this, Jiang Chengyun's gaze at the young man slowly filled with dense admiration.

  *sigh*

  Mr. Wu seemed to have anticipated this response long ago.

  Only birds of a feather know each other's song.

  They were once as proud, always thinking that there was no one else in the world who could match their talent, and breaking through to a higher level of cultivation was as simple as eating and drinking, so why would they care about time and be patient.

  The old man stood up and took out a long, rectangular jade box from the storage treasure device and placed it on the table, saying gruffly, "Just remember the name, that's all."

  The other party is still young, and there will always be a day of sudden awakening. This is an experience they have all gone through before. Although I hope the other party can take fewer detours and learn from their mistakes... never mind, at least don't let those immortal sects get ahead of them.

  Anyway, this kid is also a Town Demon General, and after returning to Qingzhou, he still cultivates the Yin Spirit Path, so be it if it's slow.

  Three people in the courtyard cast their eyes on the jade box on the table.

  Jiang Qiulan seemed to have guessed something, and a strange look flashed across her clear eyes.

  It seems Mr. Wu wants to win over Shen Yi.

  The thing in this jade box is probably not as simple as a medium-grade treasure.

  As expected, as the old man reached out to open the jade case, a treasure that was exactly like the one Shen Yi wore at his waist appeared in its true form.

  "I was worried you wouldn't find it suitable, but I deliberately chose it after a long time."

  The straight blade is overall cold-colored, with a subtle gleam, and is covered in serrated scales, on which a black mist-like pattern emerges.

  "The sword's name is Submerged Abyss, a top-grade treasured artifact."

  "There's nothing special about it, but it can behead the Demon King and also has the effect of guarding one's soul... If you were to encounter the Howling Moon Demon King, its divine power could cause your soul to scatter and leave your body. You'll be fine if you wear this dagger on you."

  The old man drew out a long knife and threw it at the youth in black armor.

  Shen Yi took it in his hand and examined it carefully: "No scabbard?"

  "......" Wu Daren slightly exhaled: "Do I need to send you another set of armor?"

  Is it really free?

  Shen Yi lifted her head, but saw that the old man had already turned and left the courtyard, leaving behind only one sentence: "Since you've accepted the sword, it seems you're satisfied with it. The matter of the named Wu Miao is settled then."

  Not just an excellent treasure sword.

  It was specially used to deal with the demon king of Qingzhou.

  The final condition turned out to be joining Wu Miao, a wonderful thing that others would beg for.

  Such treatment, even Jiang Qiulan had never experienced before.

  She found that since traveling with Shen Yi, she suddenly had many new and strange experiences.

  Just then, she suddenly found that the mysterious youth took off the sword from his waist and tried it with a scabbard. Finally, he looked at her: "Can I pay half first?"

  “……”

  Jiang Qiulan walked over and caught the ink knife with her hand, feeling a chill as it touched her skin, amidst the faint scent of demonic blood that lingered and refused to dissipate.

  Clearly it is the same as in memory, yet seemingly entirely different.

  The other side seems to have walked a very long way for an old friend, giving this experience to oneself, and is about to embark on a new journey.

  She looked at the golden-edged black scabbard at Shen Yi's waist and added a hint of a smile to her lips: "Good."

  (End of chapter)