Before entering the Demon Slaying Department, Hong Yue had also thought of wielding his sword in the vast expanse of the sky, wearing white clothes and leading a horse.

  Now it seems that not entering Qingfeng Mountain and instead joining the more dangerous Demon Suppression Division may not be a bad thing after all.

  Fifty or sixty Qingfengmen disciples were escorted up the mountain by the various school captains.

  Obviously they were returning to their sect, but their faces became even paler.

  Shen Yi and Hong Bo walked at the back.

  "What is Jianchi?"

  Hearing this, Hong Lue was somewhat surprised and looked at him: "You're not from Qingzhou?"

  "From Baiyun County." Shen Yi didn't conceal it.

  "No wonder, a small place." Hong Yue subconsciously nodded, suddenly realizing that something was off. Was this referring to the Baiyun County he knew? That godforsaken place couldn't possibly have produced someone with such abilities.

  He opened his mouth, wanting to ask but not daring to ask, and simply turned the topic around: "Any first-rate power has a stable way to cultivate the Condensing Dan realm, ensuring that every generation has a master in charge, unlike second-rate ones. If the old ancestor encounters an accident or the younger generation is not up to par, it will be unknown in no more than a few decades."

  "Our Demon-Slaying Department also has something similar, but you have to go to the capital city."

  Hong Yue looked at Shen Yi's slightly flickering eyes, roughly guessing the other party's thoughts. Being able to fight alone against Qingfeng Elder and the Great Demon, it was naturally also a sign of having reached the state of Yu Ye Yuan Man.

  He smiled and said, "With your current strength, work hard for a few decades, and you will definitely have a place in the Wu Temple's Condensed Dan. Don't think about the recent ones, whether it's Lin Gongzhu or Bai Yisheng, they are all lined up ahead of you."

  "Let's talk about Jianchi instead."

  Hong Lei knew what kind of temper these geniuses had, where could they tolerate others riding on their heads: "As long as the Qingfeng disciples, formally entered the door to worship the ancestors, the first thing is to go to the sword pool to worship, with finger tip blood, eyebrow heart blood, heart tip blood, cast into it, will receive the protection of the ancestors, and the progress of cultivation will be greatly accelerated."

  "Moreover, they can also take out a sword used by their predecessors, which is nurtured day and night with essence, known as the Guardian Sword of the Way. It can be said that half of their strength lies in this sword. I heard you broke the sword of that person, even if he recovers from his injuries, his strength will not be more than 50% of what it was."

  Hong Lei stretched out his palm: "So that day I went to see Dai Bing's pendant sword, just to see if she was a disciple of Qingfengmen... and it really made me guess correctly. Think about it, the essence and blood of thousands of years of disciples are all connected with the Sword Pool, their cultivation progress, the Sword Pool also benefits, and only such a treasure land can help warriors condense their divine elixir."

  "Nu Jian Lao Er's lifespan is insufficient, considering his seniority, he should have had the opportunity to enter the Sword Pool for further training and make another attempt, but it was given to Zhang Hengzhou. Today's actions... must have also wounded him deeply."

  Hong Lei sighed with emotion.

  Upon hearing this, Shen Yi fell silent for a moment.

  But then I thought that there are very few opportunities to understand the news of Wudang, and continued to ask: "If Jianchi has such an effect, and it has existed for thousands of years, Qingfeng Mountain should not have only one person who can condense Dan."

  "Are you worried that General Chen came alone and couldn't defeat them?"

  Hong Lei smiled again: "You are Jade Liquid Realm, and I am also Jade Liquid Realm. If you were to face two or three of me at the same time, would you be intimidated?"

  Shen Yi thought for a moment and shook her head.

  "Right, then there were about ten or twenty..."

  Hong Lei continued to speak, but saw the young man's expression focused on thinking, and then shook his head again.

  His square face had a stiff smile, he shifted his gaze, took a deep breath, and pretended not to have seen it: "If there were one or two dozen, the Demon-Suppressing Department wouldn't just be Old Man Chen, the twelve Demon-Suppressing Generals, Old Man's age is too old, in terms of strength, he can barely rank behind the Yang Anjun General."

  "What ranking is General Yang An of?" Shen Yi looked over curiously.

  Hong Lei rolled his eyes and remained silent for a long time before saying: "Eleven."

  "Who is first?"

  "The Second Brother of General Tot"

  "What's next?"

  "The Great General's Eldest Disciple."

  "Why is it upside down?"

  "Shen brothers, you're here!" Hong Erye stood still with a headache. These words that offended people, could he just say them casually?

  Shen Yi's gaze lingered on the front of the hall as if he still had something to say.

  In front of Qingfeng Mountain Gate, a vast and broad platform paved with white stone bricks.

  At this moment, both sides above were densely packed with swordsmen in white clothes as white as snow.

  Three hundred Inner Camp Lieutenants, dressed in golden armor and black shirts, stood in a circle outside the large altar, their bodies straight as pens, with glossy black chains flying, surrounding the entire large altar.

  There were also over a thousand outsiders standing together in an orderly manner, their faces expressionless.

  At the forefront of the crowd, surrounded by dozens of guards, a figure clad in black armor sat upright on a large chair, holding a heavy iron spear, with a crimson silk cloak fluttering wildly, like a bloody red glow.

  “……”

  Shen Yi slightly furrowed his brow, completely not expecting the scenery on the mountain to be like this.

  He himself was beaten to death below, thinking the situation was critical, but in the end he knelt down on the ground.

  With this much free time, can't you go down and save people?

  "It's not as simple as you think."

  Seeing his unusual expression, Hong Yue walked out slowly with everyone towards the front, his face becoming increasingly solemn.

  The disciples of Qingfengmen obviously didn't have any intention of resisting, but General Chen still surrounded them without letting go, this can only explain one thing.

  That old man who holds the door must have gone mad!

  In the center of the large stage.

  The man sat cross-legged, his upper body bare, with dense wounds crisscrossing his entire body like a spider web, as if he were a piece of porcelain that had been shattered.

  This familiar wound made Shen Yi hold her breath.

  At Shuǐyún Xiāng, he had seen it on that Piāo Mó's body before, and it was almost identical.

  At this moment.

  Shen Yi felt a hint of aura on the other person's body, and as he took steps closer, this aura became increasingly dense.

  Suddenly, the man opened his eyes and slowly swept them in this direction.

  Those pupils filled with bloodshot eyes made Shen Yi's whole body tense up, and his palm unconsciously grasped the hilt of the knife.

  Even if it's just after waking up, facing a black-skinned dog demon with an ordinary mortal body.

  It's not as good as the overwhelming feeling that comes suddenly now, it's so exciting.

  "He is Zhang Hengzhou."

  Hong Lei seemed to have felt nothing unusual, and simply introduced: "The famous swordsman of Qingzhou, according to General Chen's inference, should be the Yangchun River Jiaomo in disguise."

  Shen Yi seemed as if she hadn't heard anything.

  The man gazed deeply at his face, and the hideous expression of pain on it gradually increased by a few degrees of resentment.

  Under that gaze.

  Shen Yi's expression remained unchanged, with only his breathing becoming heavier.

  A thick murderous intent surged from his mind.

  Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

  Zhang Heng suddenly stood up and walked step by step towards the edge.

  All the Qingfengmen disciples raised their heads, and the Zhēnmó Sī jiào wèi grasped their weapons tightly, shouting in unison: "Withdraw!"

  But in his heart, he was uncertain and doubtful.

  The other side's last riot was still half a month ago and was beaten back by General Chen.

  Everyone has been quiet for these days, how did they suddenly stand up again?

  "I am innocent, you cannot kill me."

  Zhang Heng's breathing was heavy, his body slightly hunched, and he looked at the old man with a low voice who wore a suit of black armor.

  He gritted his teeth: "I've been beheading demons for 150 years in Qingzhou, protecting the people of Linjiang Prefecture for 150 years. They regard me as a hero! I am innocent!"

  Chen Qiankun's hair and beard were all white, his face was not particularly unusual, he looked like an ordinary old man.

  "Give him another recitation."

  "Zhang Zitao, a disciple of Qingfeng Mountain, went to Shuangyang County three years ago to slay demons. He beheaded one cat demon and over 200 civilians died, their bodies were never found. According to the demon catcher's investigation, two days ago, someone saw this demon at Wuniu Beach, 500 miles away."

  "Zhang Yusu, Qingfeng Mountain disciple, two years and seven months ago, according to the law of cannon, in Qi'an County village, beheaded a demon, thirty households were destroyed, no corpses remained."

  "Zhang Linglong, Qingfeng Mountain disciple..."

  Cutting down demons like cutting weeds, leaving no bones behind.

  All of these names, without exception, are descendants of this elegant swordsman, and in just the past three years alone, they have made that biased general's mouth dry with envy.

  Qingfeng Mountain Gate disciple silently lowered his head again.

  "So my achievements are fake?" Zhang Heng's expression didn't change, still staring at the old man.

  "Yours are true, I've sent someone to investigate, worthy of the name Qingfeng Mountain Chivalrous." Chen Qiankun nodded slightly.

  "So---" Zhang Heng's voice suddenly became sharp: "With my achievements, the people of Linjiang Prefecture should raise my children for me! They are all half-demons, born with such a nature, and I am already trying to teach them!"

  "Why! Don't give me some time!"

  "Why! Don't give me just one chance!"

  A roar of deep resentment echoed throughout the mountain gate.