From slaying demons and eradicating evil, begining the path to immortality 2

Chapter 2: Ten Years? Ten Draws!

The number representing lifespan on the panel rapidly changed.

Thirty-four… twenty-one… thirteen…

Until it stopped at “one.”

The realm of the Devil-Subduing Swordsmanship also rapidly increased.

[You diligently practiced Devil-Subduing Swordsmanship, breaking through to the Minor Accomplishment realm in the eighth year.]

[You continued practicing, breaking through to the Great Accomplishment realm in the seventeenth year.]

[In the twenty-ninth year, your Devil-Subduing Swordsmanship reached the pinnacle of mastery, finally achieving perfection.]

[In the thirty-third year, after reaching perfection, you remained devoted to this style, seemingly gaining new insights, but this inspiration was not clear enough, and you failed to successfully evolve it…]

Devil-Subduing Swordsmanship (Perfection)
…

Shen Yi lay on the ground, his mind focused more on his right hand, which held the sword.

He wanted to confirm whether, after losing his lifespan, he would become a withered old man or maintain his youthful appearance.

His skin remained smooth, and his long fingers were incredibly agile.

Even more surprisingly, his body not only hadn’t aged, but was becoming stronger and more powerful at an unimaginable rate.

It was as if Shen Yi had truly devoted himself to sword practice for thirty-three years, abstaining from alcohol and sex, suppressing all other desires, and dedicating his life to the sword in his hand.

…

Night fell, the courtyard was silent.

The dog demon, its huge body slightly stooped, came to the door, leaning against the wall, poking its head inside.

Its pale yellow eyes indifferently surveyed the people inside.

Feeling the pungent smell of the beast, Old Man Liu pressed himself against the corner, his eyes rolling back, nearly fainting.

If facing Shen Yi’s back still gave him the courage to grip his wooden stick, facing this dog’s head inches away, he couldn’t even utter a plea for mercy.

Fortunately, the demon’s gaze quickly shifted from him to the seemingly more delectable little girl.

The dog demon didn’t even bother to speak; it calmly extended its paw and beckoned with its claws.

Overwhelmed by fear, the little girl’s eyes were vacant as she numbly walked towards it, watching the sharp claws fasten around her neck.

Suddenly, she felt a warm palm cover her wrist, stopping her advance.

Little Liu trembled and looked down.

Shen Yi, on the ground, his brows slightly furrowed, staggered to his feet, brushed off the dust, and in the same tone he used to shoo away flies, softly said, “Move, go sit in the corner.”

“…”

Feeling the claws tightening around her neck, the little girl broke down, completely unable to understand what Shen Ye was mumbling.

How could she move? Where could she go?

A cruel smile appeared on the dog demon’s lips: “The traitorous beast, don’t hurry, you’re next.”

Under everyone’s gaze, a silver light suddenly flashed through the room, cold and piercing!

Shen Yi held his long sword at a slant, its silver blade vaguely reflecting his expressionless face.

A streak of blood appeared on the blade, converging at the tip, forming a drop that rolled down.

Along with the blood drop, a muscular arm with glossy fur fell to the ground.

“嗷——”

Instantly, the room was filled with the dog demon’s pained howl; it hadn’t even seen the sword’s trajectory, nor when its opponent drew it.

Free from the claws, the little girl stumbled back to the corner, shrinking into a ball in terror.

In her tear-blurred vision, the slender figure in front of her suddenly lunged forward.

Like a ferocious demon god, his strong arms extended, his fingers seizing the dog demon’s long fur, violently throwing it downwards.

Under this overwhelming force, the dog demon howled in pain again, its mountain-like body crashing to the ground!

Without giving it a chance to react, Shen Yi knelt on its head, raised both hands above his head, vertically gripping the sword hilt, and viciously plunged the long sword into its throat.

Puchi!

Hot dog blood splattered, covering Shen Yi’s face, adding a touch of ferocity to his handsome features.

…

Shen Yi stepped on the dog’s head, his palms steady as he pulled the sword from the flesh.

It was his first time slaying a demon, yet the act felt like it had been repeated countless times, deeply ingrained in his instincts.

His body was drenched in blood and a nauseating stench.

He should have been disturbed, vomiting uncontrollably, but his body remained surprisingly calm.

This was the Devil-Subduing Swordsmanship; slaying demons was as ordinary as eating and drinking.

He sheathed his sword, stared into the dog demon’s wide, unseeing eyes, and carefully wiped the blade clean on its fur.

Neither the beast nor Shen Yi himself had expected the battle to end so quickly.

Thirty-three years of sword practice had accumulated almost peak human strength in his body.

After finishing, Shen Yi turned to the father and daughter in the corner.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief, but compared to before, there was even deeper fear, but no gratitude.

Shen Yi looked away, not dwelling on it.

After all, half an hour ago, he was still tearing at the little girl’s clothes; how could she possibly trust him?

They probably still thought Shen Ye had clashed with the demon.

“…”

He sheathed his sword, kicked away the dog demon’s corpse, and walked into the courtyard.

“Shen Ye… shouldn’t you…”

Little Liu, looking at her wrist, which he had just held, lifted her dirty face and cautiously said, “Bandage the wound on your head.”

Hearing this, the old man’s eyes went black.

This foolish girl, why bring up such a thing? Don’t forget how that wound came to be.

In the old man’s eyes, the current Shen Ye was ten times more terrifying than the dog demon!

Shen Yi slowly stopped.

After a moment, he turned back and said, “Alright.”

Even across two lifetimes, he hadn’t done much good. It was rare that he did something good, and if he didn’t react at all, it would be a lie to say he didn’t care.

There’s no reason for a hero to walk home alone.

Not to mention being married, but at least a sip of hot water to moisten one’s throat.

Shen Yi swaggered back to the bed, and under the little girl’s clumsy service, he took off his clothes. Old Man Liu felt sad, but still skillfully found a relatively clean cloth to wipe the blood from his head.

At this moment, the panel popped up.

An unfamiliar prompt caught Shen Yi’s attention.

[Intelligent Dog Demon, not yet in Initial Realm, total lifespan one hundred and seventy-five years, sixty-three years remaining, absorbed.]

[Current Martial Arts]

Bone-Piercing Grappling Hand (Great Accomplishment)
Devil-Subduing Swordsmanship (Perfection)

[Current Remaining Lifespan: One year]

[Demon Lifespan: Sixty-three years]

[Demon lifespan can be used to cultivate martial arts, but cannot be converted into personal lifespan]

“…”

Shen Yi directed the two to clean up the dog demon’s corpse, while he pondered this new thing.

It had to be said, the emptiness after spending those points was quite tormenting.

Looking at his remaining lifespan of one year, Shen Yi fell silent for a long time, suddenly wanting to slap himself.

He could have made the Devil-Subduing Swordsmanship perfect in twenty-nine years, but he had to show off, wasting four years.

Even if he didn’t feel much attachment to this world, even in a game, it’s better to play for a few more years.

“So, as long as you kill demons, you can use their remaining lifespan to cultivate martial arts?”

“An intelligent dog demon can live nearly two hundred years, that’s too exaggerated.”

Shen Yi was slightly surprised.

But then he thought of something else.

If demons can live so long, is there no way for humans to extend their lifespan?

If so, the officials carrying swords should be dogs, not human officials.

“Forget it, there’s no use thinking about it now.”

“When I was cultivating the Devil-Subduing Swordsmanship just now, it seemed to mention new progress.”

Shen Yi now held sixty-three years of demon lifespan, inexplicably feeling like he’d suddenly become rich overnight.

Let’s try ten years first?
(End of Chapter)

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