Hybrid Spiritual Plant Cultivation

Chapter 186: Demon Slayer Division

The wind is cold and the frost and snow are flying.

Ye Fan, wearing a fox fur coat, walked into the heavy snow. Behind him was the Agricultural Promotion Institute where he had lived for nearly a year.

this year.

He went from being an ordinary mentally retarded teenager to the fastest promoted official agricultural official in the Agricultural Promotion Office. From being an ordinary mortal, he embarked on the path of spiritual practice and achieved the state of Tongqiao.

In less than a year, I completed the journey that others would take three to five years to complete.

Praise, praise, envy...

These did not stop him from moving forward.

Looking back.

All the past events seemed to pass by before my eyes.

…It’s time to leave.

Ye Fan's eyes seemed a little complicated.

Just as I was about to continue on my way, I saw a familiar figure.

Wei Ning, wearing a simple cotton-padded jacket, was standing under a tree that had lost all its leaves and whose branches were covered with snow. He was looking around, as if waiting for something.

Ye Fan was slightly stunned and stopped.

After staring for a while, he turned and walked away.

I do not know how long it has been.

Wei Ning was still waiting under the tree, but no one showed up. She hesitated for a moment and finally chose to leave.

Before leaving, he took out the still warm dry food from his arms.

"Ye Fan! Be careful when you go to the Demon Slayer Division! You must come back!"

Wei Ning put the dry food on the ground and shouted loudly at the flying snow.

I shouted so hard that my blood rushed up and I couldn't help but gasp.

She took a last expectant look around her, her expression gradually turned disappointed, and she left reluctantly.

but.

At a certain moment of looking back.

Wei Ning suddenly discovered that the package he had left there had disappeared.

A smile appeared on her face again. She waved at the empty space, took a few steps back, and left with much lighter steps.

The other end.

Ye Fan tightened his robe and held the still warm package in his arms.

"There will always be a farewell, why bother to see you off again... Alas."

He seemed to be denying something, but he couldn't hide the slight confusion on his face. He raised his head and exhaled a breath of mist that quickly condensed into ice, then walked into the wind and snow.

This blizzard came a little suddenly.

The little paper crane that we usually use for transportation can no longer fly and can only walk on its feet.

Ye Fan looked at the heavy snow and thought in his heart.

In the past, no one knows how many people would have died in this heavy snow, but just a few days ago, the Agricultural Promotion Office launched a disaster relief operation.

Not just agricultural officials.

The priests and weaving officials all acted together.

The two institutes were responsible for distributing clothing and food, while the priests took out talismans for keeping warm, curing diseases and exorcising evil spirits, so that ordinary people could survive this heavy snow.

After walking a few miles, we arrived at the location.

At a roadside outpost, a bonfire was burning to disperse the heavy snow. Inside, a middle-aged monk with a beard was feeding grass to his horse.

"Who is it?" The middle-aged monk looked fierce.

"The Agricultural Promotion Institute, Ye Fan."

"Show me the jade tube."

"Um……"

After going forward to verify his identity, the middle-aged monk's expression became much more relaxed.

"Recently, demons have been taking advantage of the blizzard to move around. There are also demons that are proficient in illusion and can imitate human form. You need to be more careful. Come in with me first, and we will set off when everyone is gathered."

"Are there many demons?"

Ye Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Scared?"

"afraid."

Ye Fan's voice was calm: "I'm afraid there aren't enough demons."

"Wow, what a bold move."

The middle-aged cultivator looked Ye Fan up and down and said, "You have restrained spiritual power and a dignified aura. Your aptitude is quite good. Before I came out, Junior Brother Chen repeatedly told me that there is a little genius that I need to protect. It should be you."

"Lord Chen is so kind." Ye Fan suddenly felt touched.

He was actually noticed by that adult. That adult was the most senior disciple he had ever seen, and the one he admired the most.

"Why do you want to join the Demon Slayer Division?"

asked the middle-aged monk.

"I feel like I've wasted some time at the Agricultural Promotion Institute."

"Um……"

The middle-aged cultivator did not comment, and said: "Since you have chosen to join the Demon Slayer Division, remember to be humble and calm, and concentrate on your cultivation. In my junior brother's agricultural promotion center, if you make a mistake, you will only get less harvest, but in the Demon Slayer Division, if you are careless, you will lose your head."

"Please keep this in mind."

Ye Fan nodded.

He was doing well in the Agricultural Promotion Institute, but suddenly one day, he received a notice from the institute that if he passed the assessment, he could be transferred to the Demon Slaying Division as a monk.

There have been two job transfers before.

When the weaving factory was established, a group of people were selected from the Agricultural Promotion Office. When the temple was built, another group of people were selected, but Ye Fan did not sign up until this time.

It is said that recently some monsters have appeared in various parts of Suizhou and are causing harm to the people.

In the small place of Qu County, there have also been several cases of demons injuring people, causing panic among the people.

So, with the cooperation of Mr. Chen.

The wealthy families in the capital and the families in the counties selected elite monks to establish the Demon-Slaying Division to slay demons and monsters and maintain local stability.

After joining the Demon Slaying Division, you can practice killing techniques and gain practice resources faster.

Even if you don't join the Qingnang Sect, you will still have the opportunity to enter the Divine Treasures...at least that's what Lord Chen promised.

Ye Fan didn't know what he was thinking. When he confirmed that he could practice faster, he decisively gave up his enviable identity as a farm official and chose to come to the Demon-Slaying Bureau and live on the edge of a knife.

When I entered the room, several people were already waiting there.

He glanced away.

There were young men in gorgeous clothes, martial arts masters with strong blood, and cultivators like himself who had no distinctive features.

"Are you all going to join the Demon Slayer Division?"

When Ye Fan saw his colleagues, he felt as if he was one step closer to his desired goal.

He sat down in the vacant seat, took off his fox fur coat, and greeted everyone.

After exchanging their names and backgrounds, the atmosphere became a little more lively.

The young man said, "My father has some connections and got to know some inside information about the Demon Slayer Division."

"Oh? Maybe you can tell me something?"

"Of course, we are destined to meet. I will not hide anything. It is said that everyone must go through a test before joining the Demon Slayer Division. I don't know what the test is, but as long as you pass it, you can..."

The door that had just been opened was suddenly pushed open.

The middle-aged monk walked in and looked at the people around him with a serious gaze.

"No need to wait, let's go now."

"There are five of us in total, why did only four of them set out on the journey?"

The interrupted young man couldn't help but ask.

"You'll find out when you get out."

The middle-aged monk retracted his sturdy arm to the other side of the door, and the cold wind that was blocked outside blew in, making several people's hair stand on end.

Everyone looked at each other and could only follow him out.

White snow.

The middle-aged monk led out several very tall and majestic horses from the stable.

"This is the demon blood horse of the Spirit Beast Hall. It can travel a thousand miles a day and can withstand severe cold and heat. Ordinary tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves are no match for it. Can you ride a horse?"

Two nodded, and two shook their heads.

"There's nothing you can do if you don't know how to ride. Just sit on it, hold the reins, and don't move."

The middle-aged monk mounted his horse first and walked in front.

Ye Fan was the one who didn't know how to ride a horse, so he didn't care about anything else at this moment and climbed onto the horse's back first.

Fortunately, my skills are not just for show. Even if I can't ride, at least I won't be thrown off.

The four followed the middle-aged monk out of the camp.

Subsequently.

The middle-aged monk stopped and pointed forward.

"This is the fifth person. He will not come anymore."

Not far away.

A bloody corpse was hanging on the tree, its clothes were torn to shreds and its head was missing.

(End of this chapter)