Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Sir, outside—"

Xuesuo approached the rocking Taishi Chair with quick steps, a respectful expression covering his rugged face.

Before he could finish his sentence.

Zhang Jing suddenly opened his eyes, an unintentional deep smile on his face.

"Have they arrived?"

His gaze lightly swept over the other's face, asking knowingly.

In reality.

Due to the talent of this clone, the force of the surrounding earth veins constantly connected tightly with Zhang Jing, reflecting all the movements in the surrounding tens of miles into his heart.

If he wanted to.

This range could be extended even further, until the limit of his control over the earth vein forces.

Of course.

The farther the distance, the more blurry the perception becomes.

However, Zhang Jing clearly understood that this had nothing to do with talent. It was purely because his current Golden Core Realm Mind found it hard to process such vast information.

He didn't even need to use his Divine Sense to investigate.

At this moment, the three cultivators outside filled with the aura of the Foundation Establishment Realm, as well as the dozens of cultivators behind them whose strengths ranged from the initial Qi Refinement to the pinnacle of Qi Refinement Realm, had already been thoroughly 'seen' by Zhang Jing.

On the other side.

"Yes, sir."

Xuesuo responded respectfully, burying his head even deeper.

"Then invite them in."

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...

Not long after.

The living room.

"Haha, I was overjoyed when I heard from Xuesuo that you, brother, wanted to join The Demon Suppressing Department of Mengyang County."

As soon as he sat down.

A man in a red robe with a feminine air bowed his hand to Zhang Jing and said with a smiling face.

After he finished speaking.

A look of doubt suddenly appeared on his face.

"My name is Tu Renxiong, may I ask your name, brother? To be honest, I have been stationed in Mengyang County for more than eighty years but I have never heard of the existence of such a high-ranking general like you in the surrounding area. It is indeed my oversight."

As his voice fell.

The two below, also dressed in red silver python official robes, agreed in unison:

"Zong Heng, I have met this brother."

"I am An Guxin. Haha, if I had known earlier that there was a brother like you in Mengyang County, I would have personally invited you out earlier, so that our The Demon Suppressing Department wouldn't have to wait so hard for your joining."

"You three are too kind, my name is Feng Wuyu. I will need more care in the future at The Demon Suppressing Department."

Zhang Jing responded with a smile, his expression candid.

However, at this moment.

An unexpected look flashed in his eyes.

Among these three, Tu Renxiong was undoubtedly the strongest, even vaguely probing the threshold of the Golden Core Realm, while Zong Heng was the weakest, his strength roughly around the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment.

These two should be in the same group.

This An Guxin at the pinnacle of the late Foundation Establishment, however, was a bit interesting...

Just a few sentences.

Zhang Jing quickly discovered that there was a subtle relationship between the three Demon Suppressing generals in front of him.

And he didn't know if it was an illusion.

He faintly sensed a hint of hidden malice from Tu Renxiong.

"I was targeted the moment I walked in, interesting. Is it that horned oddity, the bite is fast..."

Zhang Jing looked at Tu Renxiong with interest, directly meeting a pair of scarlet eyes.

Time gradually passed.

The sun sank behind the mountains, and the light gradually dimmed.

"If that's the case, then please bear with us for a few days, Feng brother. After I go back, I will report the information to the provincial Demon Suppressing Office. I believe that within two or three days, the appointment of you as the Demon Suppressing commander in Mengyang County will come down."

Looking at the evening sky outside the door, Tu Renxiong immediately stood up and sincerely said:

"However, please rest assured, Feng brother, although the official appointment has not yet been made, the resources of commander level, including two refined demon fields and a demon-level fairy field, will be sent to your mansion tonight."

"Please don't refuse, Feng brother!"

Upon hearing these words.

The faces of An Guxin and Zong Heng, who were sitting at the side, changed slightly.

Xuesuo, who was quietly waiting at the side, also had his pupils tremble, and a look of envy and jealousy sprang up on his face.

Three cultivation fields!

Especially a demon-level cultivation field!

Facing the puzzled gazes of everyone

Tu Renxiong couldn't help but laugh and explain to everyone, and also to Zhang Jing:

"Haha, Feng brother is so sincere, as the first general of the Demon Suppressing Department in Mengyang County, I naturally have to repay with sincerity."

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Tu."

Zhang Jing replied gently, his face still calm.

Though he wasn't sure what the fairy field mentioned by the man was, from its name it was clear that it must be closely related to the demon cultivation method of this world.

He couldn't help but feel a little curious.

As he was about to leave.

Tu Renxiong inexplicably stopped in his tracks, then turned around and gave Zhang Jing a deep look, asking meaningfully:

"I heard that Brother Feng previously obtained a general-level oddity. I wonder if it has been refined? If not, I, on behalf of the Demon Suppressing Department, would like to include it in the treasury. With it, our brothers will have one more path to choose for cultivation. May I?"

"Whatever conditions Brother Feng has, please state."

Treasury?!

A thought flashed through Zhang Jing's mind.

Possibly, the demon remnants accumulated by the Demon Suppressing Department of Mengyang County over the years were there? He wondered whether among them there were any fragments from the same source as the horned oddity.

However ...

Seemingly caught in some thought.

A glimmer of inner turmoil flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes.

"Ha ha, Brother Feng, there's no need to rush. Take your time to deliberate before making a decision," chuckled Tu Renxiong heartily.

Behind him.

An Guxin and Zong Heng turned their heads almost simultaneously, their expressions differing greatly.

Among them.

A stroke of excitement, unaccountable in origin, flickered in Zong Heng's eyes as he unconsciously licked his lips.

As for An Guxin, he was completely the opposite.

His brow furrowed in concern as he glanced at Zhang Jing. He seemed willing to offer a caution, but after casting a wary glance at Tu Renxiong near him, he held his tongue.

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...

That night.

In a secret chamber of The Demon Suppressing Department.

The flickering light of a fire cast grotesquely twisted shadows that danced ceaselessly on the cold stone walls.

"Brother Tu, about Feng Wuyu today, what did you have in mind?" Zong Heng asked all of a sudden. His voice held an undertone of bloodlust.

Upon hearing this.

A wave of greed washed over Tu Renxiong's face, which was sat comfortably in a chair.

"Your cultivation level is too low. You may not be able to feel the power Feng Wuyu possesses. It is of such high grade that it felt like facing a deity. Do you understand what this implies?" Tu Renxiong said with a twinge of madness in his voice.

The sound of heavy breathing resounded.

Zong Heng struggled to keep his breathing steady.

"You mean his power may come from the legendary devil?" queried Zong Heng.

Tu Renxiong nodded.

"I originally intended to coerce him into surrendering the mysterious object he holds. But the moment I saw him, I realized I was mistaken. What's most valuable about Feng Wuyu isn't the mysterious object, it's him himself! If I could consume him! Should I consume him! Then, we too can possess the power of a devil. And then achieving immortality would only be a matter of time," said Tu Renxiong, body quaking with anticipation.

Bursts of red light shot out from his trembling body and formed lines and scales across his exposed skin.

A cold, bloodthirsty and cruel aura subtly hung in the confined space of the chamber.

"But Brother Tu, since he possesses the power of a devil, how can we possibly handle him on our own?" queried Zong Heng, worry creeping back into his eyes.

"Currently, Feng Wuyu's cultivation appears to be nascent and he has yet to refine the mysterious object, hence we can still manage. However, just to be prepared, we will retrieve that valuable item from the treasury after this." Tu Renxiong's eyes sparkled with determination.

"Have you gone mad, Brother Tu?" cried out Zong Heng in alarm.

"To consume him is our chance to attain a Monarch Level. It's an opportunity given by heaven. We can't miss it, even if it means sacrificing the lives of the people in Mengyang County," insisted Tu Renxiong, licking his lips with eyes filled with bloodthirsty zeal.

"Tonight, we will consume him!"

"Conveniently, we can also feast on the inhabitants of the city to ascend to the Prince Level in one fell swoop."

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...

Meanwhile, on the other side of The Demon Suppressing Department.

In a brightly lit room.

"Tabernacle Leader, did you call for me?" A resolute woman stealthily took her place behind An Guxin.

"Remember, while delivering the Immortal Land to our new Fourth Tabernacle Leader, take the opportunity when no one is around to tell him to leave Mengyang County as soon as possible. The waters here are too deep for him. It's fatal," said An Guxin in a dull voice.

An involuntary shiver ran down the spine of the woman, who had been silently listening.

"Master, isn't our new Fourth Tabernacle leader said to be of the Upper Marshall Level? How could he possibly... die?" The woman asked in disbelief.

Instead of explaining, An Guxin simply closed his eyes and waved his hand.

At this sight, the woman took a deep breath to suppress her astonishment and said,

"I understand, Master. Please rest assured."

She then turned and walked out of the room with a somewhat unsteady gait.

The next moment.

Boom! The door was sympathetically closed.

"Please leave as soon as you can. This is not a place for you. If you do not leave soon, you will be turned into Immortal Land," stated An Guxin in a low desolate whisper, seemingly recalling some unpleasant memories.

Unconsciously, his hands clenched into fists, producing a series of cracking noises.

But then.

"Immortal Land? Can you explain?" came a gentle voice.

An Guxin tensed, then involuntarily turned towards the direction of the voice.

In his line of sight.

A figure attired in a yellow robe appeared abruptly in the chair opposite him. With his legs crossed and a smirk playing on his lips, he stared unblinkingly at An Guxin.

A chill ran down An Guxin's spine.

"F... Brother Feng?"