Demon Sword Immortal

"That challenger who reached the Nascent Soul Realm, did you fight him on another battlefield as well?"

Her original intention was to ask if the other person was Bai Shengju's rival in love, and whether the rival had challenged Bai Shengju to a sword duel in order to steal that mysterious woman, and whether Bai Shengju had chosen to give up after weighing the pros and cons, which led to his stagnation in cultivation.

But to her surprise, Bai Shengju's face turned red.

He muttered under his breath, stammering, "You're so young... who taught you these things...?"

Oops.

Bai Xiang's eyes widened immediately.

You are truly remarkable, sir.

Chapter Forty-Three Invitation

Enraged that Bai Xiang had touched on his past, Bai Shengju declared, "This is none of your business, you juniors," and arrogantly tried to drive Bai Xiang out of the courtyard.

Despite his terrible attitude at the end, he still made Bai Xiang take the herbs drying on the ground back with him before leaving. He carefully instructed her to classify the herbs, taught her the origin and effects of each herb, and how to prepare them into that black medicinal mud.

"Grandpa, I have a question." Bai Xiang waited for him to calm down before asking, "When Chai Jingyuan and Chai Xuan moved in, was there any loud noise coming from the guest room?"

"Big noise?"

Bai Shengju was pounding his chest when he heard this and frowned.

What kind of noise qualifies as a big commotion?

"Playing gongs and drums," Bai thought, "or talking loudly, basically creating some unnecessary noise."

"Why are you asking this?" Bai Shengju was completely baffled, but he still stroked his chin and hissed.

"But you know what... there's definitely no noise, but if we're talking about sounds that shouldn't be there... wouldn't the sound of the flute count?"

"Calculate."

Bai Xiang nodded: "Is it Chai Xuan?"

“Chai Jingyuan said she is good at this instrument.” Bai Shengju nodded. “I went for a walk that night and heard the sound of a flute coming from the house. When I asked her the next day, she said that her daughter couldn’t sleep at night, so she got up and played the flute under the moon to express her homesickness.”

So, there was indeed a 'sound'.

Bai Xiang already knew what was going on.

Bai Shengju pressed her for details about what she wanted to do, but she changed the subject by bringing up her embarrassing past, which made him so angry that he hid in the house and refused to come out.

Bai Xiang wasn't in a hurry and started tidying up the medicinal herbs on the ground.

Although she had some suspicions, she did not intend to discuss it with Bai Shengju immediately.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. After all, this is just speculation, so it's best not to get the elderly person too excited.

Back in his room, Bai Xiang found that Bai Zhuqing was nowhere to be seen.

He took out his phone to check the text messages and learned that Bai Zhuqing couldn't stand Bai Leying's crying and fussing, so he ran back to comfort his little sister.

That's just right.

Bai Xiang's spirits lifted, and he felt that he might finally have some peace and quiet today.

Xue Baishengju threw the medicinal herbs out to dry at the door. She sat in the room and meditated for a while, but felt that the current progress was still too slow.

Anyone who knew her thoughts would be furious—the Divine Illumination Inner Realm is already much faster than normal people's cultivation, not to mention that she has now mastered the new method, and her internal circulation is constantly nourishing her body, even when she is sleeping. How could she still think it's slow?

However, Bai Xiang was considering the swordsmanship competition a week later.

The mind is still undergoing a continuous transformation. Even with normal practice, 24 hours a day without interruption, it would be a long time before it is completed.

Having medicated mud could greatly speed up the process, but even at its fastest, it would still take months, which wouldn't satisfy her needs.

I need more, better medicine.

Bai Xiang has determined that the most important task at present is to focus on the task at hand.

Cultivation is no longer the most important thing; there is an internal cycle, and whether she is walking, cleaning, or sleeping, the progress is jumping the same.

On the contrary, whether she could find a good enough supplement with few side effects in a short period of time determined whether her progress would accelerate dramatically.

"Drip-drip-"

Mobile phone vibration.

I picked up my phone, answered the call, and a hoarse, cold male voice came from the other end: "Come out of the dojo now, take a taxi to the entrance of the Procuratorate and wait for me."

Bai Xiang frowned: "Who are you?"

"You declined the invitation on September 13th." The male voice remained cold. "That's all I'll say."

"drop!"

He hung up immediately.

Bai took his phone down and stared at it thoughtfully.

September 13th was the date she traveled to this world; she was the one who killed the demon Yang Xing that very night.

This matter is known to people including Zhang Daoming, and it should have already spread in some circles.

But these people couldn't possibly know that she rejected Tao Shuohua, and Tao Shuohua couldn't possibly talk about this outside.

The other party must be Tao Shuohua... or someone sent by Fang Xiaochun.

It won't take long to travel from Qiyun Road to Chilong Road; Governor Fang, who is so devoted to his daughter, should have arrived long ago.

Why is she contacting me now after not contacting me for so long?

Yes... Hearing that Chengfeng Sword Sect had come to cause trouble, he came to her to discuss countermeasures, wanting to repay the favor he owed her.

Why did you invite her to the prosecutor's office?

Places like job markets are usually crowded at this time of year, right?

After thinking for a moment, Bai Xiang checked his clothes, changed into a pair of non-slip sneakers, picked up the cloud-patterned wooden sword and other miscellaneous items, and prepared to go out.

Before leaving, she glanced at the sun, then saw the black baseball cap that Bai Maoxu had given her on the table. She picked it up and put it on her head, planning to send a text message to Bai Shengju and the others after she got a taxi.

Anyway, the date for the Kendo Tournament has been set, so the Wind Riding Kendo will be quiet for a while.

With police patrols around the area as promised by Zhang Daoming, she had nothing to worry about.

After she left in a taxi, on the second floor of a restaurant diagonally across the street, a man sitting by the window, who appeared to be typing on a laptop, took out his phone and started dialing.

The message was passed through layers of intermediaries and eventually reached Zhou Ji.

This was a high-end business club. After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ji leaned back on the sofa, looked across at the other side, and said with a smile, "It seems that Fang Xiaochun can't sit still anymore."

The camera shifts to Liu Mengqing sitting there. This voluptuous woman appears quite quiet at this moment, saying nonchalantly, "The stamp has already been affixed, and Fang Xiaochun can't stop it."

"Are you really that confident?"

Zhou Ji frowned.

He has a history of asking women to do things but ultimately messing them up, and he habitually distrusts them.

"In terms of spiritual attainment, you're not even as good as that old man. You're just taking advantage of his old age and frailty."

"What if he still has a breath left? What if he has a 'last gasp' before death?"

Zhou Ji slammed his hand on the cushion in frustration: "I'm asking you what you're going to do about it!"

“He’s already 80 years old,” Liu Mengqing said proudly. “Even if I’m at my worst, I can still get through that period.”

"What I need is 100% certainty!" Zhou Ji gritted his teeth.

"Spending such a huge amount of money, from paperwork to queue-jumping and the visualization diagram forging sword techniques... all I want is for the Divine Cry Dojo to disappear completely. Daoist Liu should know how much of a premium was involved!"

Before Liu Mengqing could speak, he gave a wink to the side.

Two men in black clothes and sunglasses immediately came up carrying a large, square box and placed it on the coffee table.

pat!

He waved for them to open the box, revealing a pair of gleaming silver metal arms.

“The latest model from Star Tower Group.” Zhou Ji smiled. “We only have a week. There’s definitely not enough time for a skeletal transplant and biochemical modifications. But if it’s just a prosthetic body, it’s very simple.”

"With the benevolence of the heavens, a new law was enacted last year, stipulating that as long as they are registered, disabled persons who possess non-war-modified prosthetic bodies will no longer be subject to prohibition."

"How about it? I'll help you find connections, and the registration will only take half a day at most. Then you can legally and legitimately bring them into the ring."

"You're 100% sure about this too, right?"

"Your father's situation must have been troubling you for a long time."

Liu Mengqing stared at the pair of mechanical prosthetics, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

Under Zhou Ji's gaze, she suddenly closed her eyes and stood up, revealing a mysterious smile on her face.

"I won't put that thing on myself..."

"Ok?"

Zhou Ji stared wide-eyed, thinking he was hallucinating.

"Why do you think I waited so many years like a stray dog, waiting for all sorts of factors to come together before challenging him?"

Suddenly opening her eyes, the woman's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Bai Shengju was prepared to die, so why wasn't I?"

"Let me give you a piece of advice, Young Master Zhou. Don't try to sell this kind of thing to a swordsman who's prepared to die."

"Because apart from that swordsman's heart, she no longer cares about anything else..."

She glanced at Zhou Ji with a smile, a look that made him feel uneasy, then picked up her handbag and left the private room.

After a while, Zhou Ji realized what was happening, and his face immediately turned bright red.

Am I being threatened?

Still a woman?

With a loud "Eek!" he violently overturned the box on the table.

He stepped on it again and jumped and bounced around like a madman.

Chapter Forty-Four: The Meeting (Please add to your favorites and read on!)

Meanwhile, Bai Xiang had already arrived at his destination.

The Recruitment and Inspection Department, officially known as the "Recruitment and Inspection Qualification Department," is similar in nature to a job market, attracting many individuals and groups daily looking for short-term work.

This place has everything you need, from interior design and security to kendo sparring partners. Some companies can even buy a screen in the recruitment and inspection department's lobby to display a reward and find someone to solve their problems.

Recently, due to the activities of the Demon Immortal Path, all schools in Dao City have been closed for holidays. Many students are also bored and have come to the Recruitment and Inspection Department to find part-time jobs, making the whole street crowded with people.

He took out a 5-yuan bill to pay the fare, and as he was about to get off the bus, he discovered that he was not alone in being among the many people carrying swords.

Some, like her, wield wooden swords; these are usually people looking for teaching/sparring jobs at small dojos or training grounds.

The job caters to either ordinary people who don't know martial arts or eager parents who want their children to succeed. The workload is relatively low and the salary is stable, so most students look for part-time jobs specifically for this type of position.

Others who wielded swords, however, were carrying real weapons.

As Bai Xiang passed through the crowd, he saw a man dressed in a suit and tie, wearing sunglasses, with a cold, arrogant, and cool demeanor, and holding a simple-looking longsword in his arms.

This cylindrical-handled sword is similar in design to the 'Han sword' that Bai Xiang had seen in his previous life. It has a long, full, and sturdy handle, and the blade comes in two types: four-sided and eight-sided. If it is eight-sided, the sword will be very heavy and have extremely strong slashing ability, making it a war sword.

The man's sword was sheathed, so it was impossible to tell whether it had four or eight sides. Bai Xiang simply instinctively felt that the sword exuded a fierce aura.

Those are swords forged using the sword-making techniques.

This sword must contain a demonic pool.

The queue stretched all the way to the entrance of the inspection department, but Bai Xiang had no business to attend to and didn't need to queue, so he simply found a gap and entered the hall.

More people in the hall were carrying real swords. The men were either dressed in suits or wearing long black robes, and they held their swords tightly in their left hands.

Most of the women wore the kind of 'slit cheongsam' that Liu Mengqing wore, while a small number wore antique-style dresses. Their swords were either hanging at their waists or carried on their backs, but very few of them were always holding the hilts of their swords.

Bai Xiang also saw a group of people wearing tight-fitting combat suits similar to those often seen in science fiction and modern war movies, settling accounts in a corner of the hall.

She had seen this combat suit in a TV commercial; it seemed to be a product of the Star Tower Group.

The fabric itself is stab-proof, and it also has bulletproof plates on its chest and joints. In addition to swords, it also carries various light and heavy firearms.