Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Demon-suppression Bureau, Medical Ward. Your adventure continues at empire

About thirty or so lofts were arranged in sequence, and the coming and going Colonels all bore injuries.

A plain bamboo house squeezed inside stood out rather glaringly.

Occasionally, figures who stepped in were all draped in black cloaks, the symbol of a Colonel.

The robust young man was an exception; he didn't even wear uniform, just a simple short coat.

He held his right arm down and used his left hand to push open the small door.

He respectfully called out to the person inside, dressed in white and sitting behind a low table, "Brother Bai."

"Could you not come find me every day with such a gloomy face?"

The youth called Brother Bai had a face as fair as jade with two locks of hair hanging down; his pristine hands swiftly sorted through a tray of fragrant medicinal herbs.

Without lifting his eyes, he said indifferently, "Put your arm up here."

Fang Heng honestly sat down cross-legged and lifted his right arm onto the low table.

Brother Bai took out a few ox-hair fine needles and, without a glance, inserted them, then continued organizing the precious medicines, "Endure, after today it should be almost over."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Fang Heng buried his head, his eyes lifeless.

His broad back resembled that of a bear.

The excruciating pain from mending the meridians could make a battle-weary Colonel grind his teeth, but it couldn't make him flinch.

"No need to worry."

Brother Bai pushed the herbs back into the cabinet and finally lifted his head, "The one who struck you didn't hit too hard, there won't be any lingering effects."

"Thank you, Brother."

Fang Heng came back to his senses, his mind evidently not focused on his arm, and he didn't explain further.

At this moment, two men walked into the bamboo house, carrying a clay pot and whispering, nodding respectfully to the Brother in white.

Bai Ziming, the third disciple of the Commander-in-Chief, held the position of Colonel in the Demon-suppression Bureau, and over thirty years ago had already reached Jade Liquid Realm Complete cultivation.

Besides that, he was also the best physician in the Demon-suppression Bureau.

"Go on in."

Bai Ziming nodded gently, gesturing for the two to proceed to the inner room.

However, suddenly he noticed his junior brother's eye twitch, followed by the latter's robust body springing up, turning to seize one of the man's wrists, his voice filled with a chill, "How come you are here?"

Under the scrutiny of those piercing, decisive eyes, it felt as if they were being targeted by some ferocious and powerful beast.

Liu Xiujie and Li Xiaoer felt their hearts pounding, the clay pot in their hands clattered as they breathed heavily, almost gasping for air, "General... General Fang..."

Before they could finish, Fang Heng disregarded the fine needles still in his right arm, striding into the inner room.

Brother Bai's clinic always only took in Colonels or seriously injured patients that other parts of the medical ward couldn't handle; in this group, the only one entitled to such treatment was Li Xinhan, a Colonel-to-be.

As expected.

No sooner had he lifted the curtain than Fang Heng saw Li Xinhan, wrapped up like a zongzi on the bed.

His pupils constricted and his jaw clenched as he strode forward briskly, violently pulling up the other man, his voice harsh, "Where is he?"

Li Xinhan's face, which had just regained some color, turned pale again, confusion flickering in his eyes, but he only squeezed out a few words coldly, "Are you sick?"

"I'm asking you..."

Fang Heng's voice was low and heavy as a thousand pounds; his hand suddenly exerted force, and his expression turned dark, "Where is he?!"

Suddenly, a silver needle shot forth, striking precisely into his key acupoint.

Under the instant onslaught of numbness, Fang Heng was forced to release Li Xinhan, stumbling backward until he leaned against the wall, then helplessly turned his gaze towards the youth outside.

Brother Bai put away the needle case, first waved for the angry Liu Xiujie and the others to leave, then glanced at him lightly, "Come and talk slowly, who are you looking for?"

Fang Heng approached and sat down, his voice low, "Shen Yi, I'm afraid something has happened to him."

"Who is Shen Yi?" Bai Ziming withdrew his gaze.

The burly man sighed and began from Sister Lin's introduction, recounting everything about Shen Yi's departure from the General's mansion in meticulous detail.

"So, your arm was broken by his hand?" Bai Ziming smiled with amusement.

"I was too careless." Fang Heng closed his eyes, unwilling to continue the topic.

"You never thought highly of him anyway. If he has gone, so be it. Why are you looking for him?" Bai Ziming wasn't particularly interested. Qingzhou was vast, teeming with countless geniuses and endless strange encounters. It wasn't unusual even for someone born with divine eyes to master the Pulse Observation Technique in a single day.

"It's the disciple recommended by sister, her staying or leaving is up to master, my approval is my own business, but it must not overstep the bounds," Fang Heng tried hard to control his right arm.

"You didn't keep him that day, and master wouldn't have either," Bai Ziming said with a faint smile, thoughtfully looking towards the inner room.

The Demon-suppression Bureau is not the Demon Conquering Tribunal; demons are, in essence, devils.

However, warriors can also be deemed devils, it's just a title, used where it's needed.

The Demon-suppression Bureau led with butcher's knives and lured with treasures, gathering the youth of Qingzhou within.

Here, with the finest martial arts and precious pills, they were driven to slay demons and exorcise monsters, depleting both until reaching a delicate balance.

As for those sects and noble families that were unwilling to send their disciples, the Pine Crane Sect is the prime example.

The actions of rogue martial artists could be scarcely different from demons when they ran rampant.

Among the five disciples of the General, not one came from a noble family or sect. The best of their backgrounds was no more than a silk merchant. It was the same with the commander of the Twelve Prefectures' Demon-suppression forces.

With no one to rely on, they could only depend on the Imperial Court, daring to risk their lives to slay demons and suppress devils. This was the most important criteria for master's acceptance of disciples.

Natural talent was secondary. After all, with enough resources thrown at them, unless one was a rare genius encountered only once in hundreds of years, or truly had a pig's brain and could never catch on, struggling for decades to learn even the most common martial arts, the others were more or less the same.

"Anyway, it's not my decision to make, and besides, Sister Lin's wish to keep him wasn't entirely about the recommendation... There's been trouble in Baiyun County, he shouldn't be wandering."

Fang Heng stood up, pulled out the fine needles from his arm, and bowed, "I am a crude man, I hope for your guidance, brother."

Bai Ziming looked up, "Speak human words, do human things."

Fang Heng was puzzled, "Could you be more specific?"

"..."

Bai Ziming sighed helplessly, "Bring gifts when you visit, bow and apologize... Be more careful on your own, don't come back here ruining my precious medicines again. You're not even a lieutenant, the medicine is expensive, and it will all come out of my pocket."

"I'll remember that, thank you for the lesson, brother."

Fang Heng seemed enlightened and turned to walk out of the bamboo house. Hesitating, he looked at the two people squatting outside, lost in thought, "May I ask..."

"May I ask?" Liu Xiujie clumsily stood up.

"Where is Shen Yi?" Fang Heng furrowed his eyebrows, uncomfortable with asking.

"He's at—" Liu Xiujie pointed subconsciously, then Li Xiaoer violently pulled on his arm.

Dammit, being so courteous, I nearly forgot this is a martial lunatic. In our initial fight, Li's head was nearly killed.

Fang Heng glanced at the two men and then walked outside.

An hour later.

A robust figure slowly stepped into the side courtyard and stood in front of the only closed door.

After thinking it over, he reached out to knock on the door.

Knock knock knock.

The door was opened by a broad-bellied, robust man, even taller than him.

Zhang the Butcher, still groggy from sleep, rubbed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, holding oranges in his left hand and dried meat in his right.

He was slightly astonished, "May I ask who you are? Is this... a family visit?"

The young man's face was expressionless, "Fang Heng."