"Alright, go back and stay there."

  Wu Dao'an finally took a serious look at Jiang Yuanhua's current state and then waved his hand.

  Call in a constable of the demon-vanquishing department: "Go and fetch a golden wolf talisman."

  After that, he looked at Shen Yi: "Since you are an old friend from Qingzhou, after taking the token, open the armory and choose a vessel for him to nourish his divine soul. As for the grade, it's up to you."

  Upon hearing this, the person from the Demon Vanquishing Department revealed a look of envy on his face.

  The Wu Ku is the place where the Wu Miao collects treasures from all over the world. Whether it's the Town Demon or the Catching Monster, when they bring their achievements to the capital, they exchange them for rewards in the treasury.

  It doesn't matter if you pick and choose the grade at will, after all, a young man is already a demon-suppressing patrol officer, it's just a spiritual instrument, this treatment is still available.

  The most important thing is being able to enter the armory, which represents the martial temple's trust and high regard for him.

  "After you've finished with your business, bring Shen Yi to see me."

  Having said that, Wu Daoan walked out towards the outside, and there were still people waiting for their turn to practice in the great hall.

  "Inspector, this way, please."

  The attendants who handled affairs in the imperial city were naturally very understanding.

  He walked quickly for a distance and stood ahead waiting respectfully, leaving Shen Yi and Jiang Yuanhua the opportunity to chat casually.

  "What's going on..."

  Jiang Yuanhua hastily floated to Shen Yi's side, with worry and doubt.

  "Last time I came to Beijing, I left a name in the Wu Temple."

  Today's encounter left Shen Yi equally perplexed, he remembered that the last time he came to the capital, in the courtyard behind the Wu Temple, he had seen many figures, not a lot, but also not very rare.

  "Is he a disciple by name, rather than a true follower?"

  Jiang Yuanhua's face changed slightly. In the Wu Miao, not just anyone can be a disciple. To say something unpleasant, even Lord Wu is only a disciple of the Wu Miao.

  This group of people's cultivation levels were uneven, but they shared a common goal: to break through the Divine Realm.

  Shen Yi is the master of Hunyuan Sect?

  He initially reminded them to slightly conceal their strength, deceive the Martial Temple and the Immortal Gate, and avoid a lot of trouble.

  I didn't say let him infiltrate into the Wu's temple!

  If this matter is exposed, Wu Miao might have intended to reserve a hand earlier, but he will also be angered into letting go.

  "Hurry up."

  Shen Yi's expression was calm and composed as he walked forward with a steady pace.

  I can finally put this annoying thing in a jar and seal it away, and I feel inexplicably relieved.

  The yamen runner of the Demon-Quelling Department brought the two men to the back of the Martial Temple.

  He hastily went to the Zhenmo Temple, and soon came back with a small box made of precious wood. He opened the lid, revealing a bright red cloth on which lay a palm-sized gold-inlaid jade plaque in the shape of a ferocious wolf, exquisitely crafted.

  "Please stamp it, Mr. Shen."

  The official respectfully presents the box.

  Shen Yi stretched out her hand and grasped it in her palm, feeling warm and smooth, with a hint of warmth.

  The next moment, his line of sight was suddenly occupied by a vast expanse of white fog.

  Rather than saying it's fog, its thickness is like cotton or silk, as if it's about to condense into a solid.

  This is the entire great dryness that has been accumulating since the opening of the dynasty until now, and it belongs to the part of the demon-suppressing department.

  However, the patrol was led by a master of Hunyuan Sect, so this portion was actually left for the disciples of Wu Miao.

  "Ah."

  Shen Yi's fingers tightened slightly on the jade token.

  He was used to the Demon-Slaying Department's rule of doing things before eating, and he never thought that things would go so smoothly.

  This is roughly the difference between the imperial court and the sects.

  The former requires governing the nine states with rules and seeking stability and tranquility.

  The Wu Temple is more like a sect, seeking to break through the upper limit.

  "Lord Shen, with this token, you can open the armory... The armory is right in front of you. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

  The official left without any hesitation and quickly departed from this place.

  The arsenal is not a place for someone of his status to snoop around.

  "In front of?"

  Shen Yi stood behind the Wu Temple, gazing at the tall and broad relief wall in front of him, on which were carved thirteen majestic figures with different postures and facial expressions, who were the thirteen deified cultivators enshrined within.

  He tried to touch the Golden Wolf Jade Symbol with his divine sense.

  In an instant, it was as if a huge invisible lock had been opened.

  A golden jade staircase suddenly appeared in front of him, stretching straight down.

  Illusory Formation?

  Something similar, Shen Yi had seen in Peacock Valley before, but the formation back then couldn't stop anything, it was just an optical illusion, and one could force their way through with a mere stretch of the hand.

  But the large relief wall in front of it is clearly different.

  He had sensed danger as he approached earlier, his body instinctively warning him.

  To know that he has now not only reached the Mixed Yuan Realm, but also cultivated the body-refining method of the two-headed demon king, which allows him to sense an irresistible danger, the power of this formation can be imagined.

  "This was a long time ago, when the Wu Temple invited a famous family from outside to build it, and throughout the entire Qing Dynasty you couldn't find a second one like it."

  Jiang Yuankai was also visiting Wuku for the first time, but as a general, he had heard some rumors about these matters.

  "The most famous thing about that clan is that they used formation techniques to trap and kill a True Immortal of the Xuanguang Cave, and then used formations again to hide the entire clan... until now, the Xuanguang Cave still hasn't been able to find them."

  The Tripartite Alliance and the Thousand Demon Caves are the most powerful forces, but that doesn't mean there are only two forces.

  Many small countries, various factions, even the side of the demons and monsters, also have a Qingqiu-like existence.

  At these words, Shen Yi silently and secretly remembered them in her heart.

  The mixed yuan demon infant's cultivation is strong and fierce, with demonic blood tempering its body, making it overbearing. These are its advantages, but side doors like array methods, alchemy, and artifact forging should not be underestimated either.

  He stepped down along the golden jade long ladder.

  Jiang Yuanhua followed closely behind, also curious, and went to ask around.

  Until I met a pair of old eyes.

  An old man, frail to the point of being almost skin and bones, sat quietly beside a wooden table against the wall. He glanced at the two of them, noticed the jade symbol in Shen Yi's hand, nodded slightly, and then withdrew his gaze.

  Another upper boundary martial immortal.

  Jiang Yuankai's subconscious yin spirit avoided the other party's sweep and followed Shen Yi to continue walking inside.

  The golden palace is resplendent, divided into many side halls, with people waiting in front of each one.

  Shen Yi sighed softly in her heart, what a pity.

  He didn't think of anything else, just simply wanted to take a look and casually flip through the mixed yuan martial arts accumulated in the Wu Temple.

  But with the identity of a patrol officer, there are plenty of opportunities, no need to rush at this moment.

  "What is needed?"

  An elderly man who looked slightly more normal came over.

  "A vessel for nurturing one's spirit and soul." Shen Yi nodded politely.

  "What grade?" The old man asked again.

  "Let him choose for himself." Shen Yi said, turning around to look elsewhere, and soon found the pavilions belonging to various items such as treasures, elixirs, and martial arts techniques.

  Jiang Yuanhua suddenly felt a warmth in his heart, and indeed, as the leader of the Hunyuan Sect, he had never noticed that there was such a talented person in the yamen, nor had he ever provided any help to him.

  No matter who it is, in an environment like Zhen Mo Si, where one has to fight their way out, there will always be some resentment.

  But he had never seen Shen Yi show even a hint of malice towards him...

  It's okay, there's no good feeling, it's just being ignored.

  "Thank you, Lord Shen."

  Jiang Yuanhua bowed again and thanked him sincerely before following the old man in another direction.

  Cultivating one's spirit in a vessel is a very dull and tasteless thing.

  Maybe it's just a few hundred or thousand years... but at least, there's no worry about life.

  (End of chapter)