Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"This is a bit tricky!"

He turned his gaze away from The Demon Suppressing Department in the distance.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but furrow his brows.

This was his third day in the imperial city.

Although the time had been brief.

It had been enough for Zhang Jing to get a good grasp of The Demon Suppressing Department headquarters and the situation of the other forces in the imperial city.

Until now.

Zhang Jing realized that he had oversimplified things before.

The root cause.

The number of strong beings in the Dayin Imperial City far exceeded his expectations.

In Zhang Jing's perception.

Within the base of The Demon Suppressing Department, where the Treasury of Misfortune is located, there lurked three presences comparable to the Dharma Phase Realm, none weak.

There are also two cultivators in the city's marshaling office who are comparable to the Dharma Phase Realm.

Clearly.

These were the so-called 'Monarch Level' powerhouses.

Besides that.

The most terrifying place is the Imperial Palace.

There are at least twelve Monarch Level existences covertly residing within it!

Zhang Jing's eyes flashed.

"If I want to forcefully enter the Treasury of Misfortune, I must make sure it's a one-shot deal and it needs to be quick. Otherwise, any delay will draw the attacks of over a dozen Monarch Level beings. Whether I can safely escape remains to be seen."

"Besides…"

As if realizing something, his eyes suddenly showed a hint of difficulty.

Opening the Treasury of Misfortune is also a problem!

Let's not even talk about whether I have the ability to force it open.

Even if I can, it's hard to ensure that the massive amount of Demon Heart Cores and various level of strange objects accumulated over the tens of thousands of years by the Dayin Imperial Demon Suppressing Department won't plummet into the turbulent void.

In conclusion.

Forcefully taking the Demon Heart Cores and strange objects from the Demon Suppressing Department's Treasury of Misfortune is as difficult as reaching the heavens.

Another goal of Zhang Jing's journey—the Ninety-Nine Demon Suppressing Tower, is also not at all simple.

He can't even find the location of the tower now.

Zhang Jing doesn't even need to guess.

The location of the Demon Suppressing Tower is probably only known to those Monarch Level beings.

"After all the twists and turns, I'm back at square one!"

Time slowly went by.

After deep thought...

A certainly not a solution kind of solution abruptly flashed and disappeared in Zhang Jing's mind.

How about...finding a way to capture a live demon and throw it into The Demon Suppressing Department?

Right now, brute force clearly won't work.

Zhang Jing had no choice but to think of some crafty tricks. Otherwise, how could he 'borrow' the Treasury of Misfortune from the headquarters of The Demon Suppressing Department?

A single demon.

No matter how you look at it, it's much easier to bully than the Monarch Level cultivators in this imperial city who swarm like bees at the slightest provocation.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

Once the demon appears, The Demon Suppressing Department will surely fall into chaos, and he can take advantage of the turmoil to fish in troubled waters.

Not to mention—

Once a demon is captured, The Demon Suppressing Department and other Monarch Level cultivators in the imperial city are sure to send it to the Demon Suppressing Tower as usual.

In that case.

The location of the Demon Suppressing Tower will naturally be exposed in front of his eyes.

An absolute case of killing two birds with one stone!

However, before that—

Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly deepen, inside them a hint of excitement faintly flashes.

He needs to make a personal move to probe the depths of The Demon Suppressing Department, to observe how strong this world's so-called Monarchs really are.

At the same time, he also wants to see.

How powerful could he be when he uses his full strength with this Thick Earth clone.

While pondering.

A series of heavy footsteps suddenly rang out.

He turned around only to see a nine-foot-tall man, drunk as a fiddler, staggering towards him with malicious intent gleaming in his eyes.

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Rustling-

An Guxin followed a man in a green robe and cautiously stepped into a quiet hall.

He squinted slightly.

Suddenly, a twisted figure hidden in the darkness and whose face was obscured jumped into his sight.

The terrifying aura emanating from the figure made him feel as though his thoughts had come to a halt.

Before he could steady himself.

An Guxin felt a chilling gaze fall onto him.

"Are you An Guxin? What do you know about Feng Wuyu? Speak," a voice seemingly issued from the abyss abruptly sounded beside his ear.

An Guxin's body shuddered, then he cautiously replied:

"In response to your lordship, I only know that his name is Feng Wuyu. As for other things, I am not sure."

"Do you know his abilities?"

"That...I don't know much about that," An Guxin timidly glanced at the figure standing before him, fearfully saying, "My lord, I am but a mere low-level Cultivator. How could I decipher your abilities?"

As he was speaking,

The figure of Zhang Jing and the terrifying yellow Xian light he had used to kill Tu Renxiong flashed through his mind.

An Guxin had no intention to reveal these matters.

After all, Zhang Jing had helped him take revenge for his sister. How could he return kindness with ingratitude?

"Can't decipher? That can be arranged."

The skin slowly crawled at the sound of the malicious murmur.

A shiver of horror suddenly gripped An Guxin's heart, and he unconsciously turned to face the speaker head-on.

In his line of sight,

The neck of the figure rapidly elongated, and a grotesque mouth that seemed like a bottomless pit enlarged until it took up his entire field of vision.

The next moment,

Disturbing sounds of mastication began to reverberate around the hall, one after another, as if they would not stop until the flesh in the mouth was ground into mash.

Two other haunting figures appeared abruptly on one side.

"Black Horn King, how is it?"

One of the figures bluntly asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. The other figure stared intently at the chewing Black Horn King.

"Multi-Eye King, Yufeng King!"

Seeing the arrivals,

The Black Horn King first greeted them with a laugh before shaking his head and saying:

"It's certain, the amplification effect is far less than that of devouring demons."

"Is it so?"

The figure who had just spoken suddenly opened numerous eyes radiating eerie greed. His tone, however, remained calm.

"It seems that the changes that had occurred in the Human Race's Cultivators a month ago mainly affect the demons. Could it be the heavens' hint for us to eradicate and devour all demons, hence ushering in a new era of Humanity?"

"That must be it!"

At this, the previously silent Yufeng King enthusiastically spoke:

"In the past month, we have tested Cultivators of all levels, and the results are invariably the same. Be it the lowest-ranked soldiers or Monarchs like us, the effect on cultivation from devouring demons is becoming increasingly terrifying. Surely, this is the heavens' favour. Upon a mountain of demon corpses and an ocean of their blood, the Human Race will metamorphose and become the Dominators of this world!"

"And this is our golden opportunity as Monarchs to break through the barriers and advance to a higher life form!"

As his voice fell,

The hall grew completely silent.

But the atmosphere gradually heated up.

After a long while,

"By the way, Black Horn, did you manage to obtain info on Feng Wuyu just now?"

The Multi-Eye King's excitement faded from his face as if he had just realized it. He turned to Black Horn King and asked in a soft voice.

Upon hearing his words,

A relaxed expression appeared on the Black Horn King's face, and he responded casually:

"Please rest assured, Multi-Eye King. Though that lad has a mysterious background, his power and skills are of no concern. In my opinion, we were worrying over nothing. Under the watchful eyes of so many Monarchs, even if he comes into the city, he won't be able to stir up any waves."

"If that's the case, then I'm relieved."

Multi-Eye King replied as if a weight had been lifted off his chest:

"Counting the days, the Princess Tiema of the Fuhu Tribe from the Northern Plains Imperial Clan and her newlywed Prince Consort Zhu Ming should arrive in the city today. Nothing can go wrong at this time as it would damage the majesty of Dayin."

"We understand."

Black Horn King and Yufeng King responded in unison and solemnly.

But as soon as their words fell,

The three men turned simultaneously to look towards the entrance of the hall, as if they sensed something.

In their line of sight,

A young man dressed in a yellow robe gradually appeared, wrapped in a dreamy, misty glow making him look as if he was constantly shifting between illusion and reality.

In a blink of an eye,

The figure in the yellow robe sauntered into the hall as if he owned the place.

"Are the three lords the headmasters of the Demon Suppressing Department? I, a humble person, wish to consult you. Who wants to take the initiative, or would the three of you like to go together?"

Zhang Jing asked politely, his tone gentle.