The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

Leisurely, Li Qing gradually adapted to life in Jade City.

Early in the morning, he left the World Escort Agency.

And headed to a wonton stall.

The stall owner was an old man, probably in his 60s.

The wontons at his place were very delicious, and eating them was a delightful experience.

Li Qing liked them very much, so he came every morning recently.

"Slurp"

He finished a big bowl of wontons in a few mouthfuls, patted his stomach, and looked very comfortable.

The stall was located near the city gate, so there were many people coming and going.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

Li Qing couldn't help but turn his head to look.

It seemed that some ragged refugees were causing a commotion at the city gate.

But they were quickly stopped and pushed back by the soldiers guarding the gate, using pure violence to deter and repel them.

Watching this scene, Li Qing frowned slightly.

These refugees came from two counties more than 100 miles away from Azure Stone County in the Yellow Dragon Region.

For some unknown reason, there was a drought there, forcing people from the two counties to seek survival elsewhere.

A large number of them came to Jade City.

The old man beside him shook his head slightly, "It's a tragedy. I heard that people are dying every day in the refugee camp."

"At least a dozen bodies are buried in the mass grave every day."

"I heard they haven't distributed porridge for two days."

The old man's sighing voice reached Li Qing's ears, and he helplessly shook his head.

"This kind of thing is the officials' responsibility. We can't do much about it."

"Here's today's meal money," he said, leaving five copper coins and walking away.

Strolling through the streets, he completed the tasks from the previous days and officially became a member of the Demon Slaying Temple.

Every day, he would check for suitable tasks, but he wouldn't take any that involved even a hint of danger.

He specifically went to the Yellow Flower Tower, bought a bottle of fine pear blossom wine, and leisurely arrived at the Demon Slaying Temple.

Wandering around

He soon arrived at the scroll hall of Huang Lao, knocked on the door.

Bang bang bang.

Huang Lao's voice came from inside, "Come in, the door's not locked."

Creak.

Pushing the door open, Li Qing smiled at Huang Lao.

"Huang Lao, good morning."

Huang Lao looked at Li Qing and noticed the wine bottle in his hand, showing a smile on his face.

"Hehe, young man is thoughtful."

"Hahaha, just happened to buy some on the way."

With that, he placed the pear blossom wine on Huang Lao's desk.

Huang Lao took out his own set of wine utensils, a green jade wine cup and a wine pot.

Carefully opening the pear blossom wine, he poured the fine wine into the wine pot.

A refreshing fragrance wafted out, and he took a deep breath, looking intoxicated.

"This pear blossom wine is my favorite, can't go a day without it."

"Thank you! I can't afford to taste it more than a few times a month with my meager income."

Li Qing smiled, "It's nothing. I've put down 200 taels at the Yellow Flower Tower, so you can just go there every day from now on."

"I've told the Yellow Flower Tower, if it's not enough, come find me."

Huang Lao's eyes lit up at the words, and he laughed, "That's really kind of you."

Li Qing smiled, "It's nothing. Just let me know if there are any simple tasks in the future, Huang Lao."

"Okay, as long as it's a safe task, I'll be sure to notify you first."

"Hahaha, okay."

The two chatted for a while, when a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."

Li Qing turned to look at Wen Taiquan, who was walking over with an anxious look on his face.

Without a word, he grabbed him and walked out.

Li Qing waved slightly to Huang Lao, "Huang Lao, I'm leaving."

"Okay, go ahead," Huang Lao waved gently, carefully savoring the wine in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking very intoxicated.

...

Leaving Huang Lao's scroll hall, Li Qing looked at Wen Taiquan with some confusion, "Why the rush? What's going on?"

"The higher-ups have sent a painter, and they want you to describe the appearance of the person you saw."

Only then did Li Qing realize, "Has there been a conclusion from the higher-ups? How are my merits?"

Wen Taiquan nodded at him, "Don't worry, with your original task, you'll get at least 15 merits this time."

"And you won't have to go on any missions for the rest of the year."

Li Qing nodded, and soon they arrived at a room within the Demon Slaying Temple.

There was a middle-aged man waiting there, dressed in a blue robe, holding a charcoal pen, with an easel in front of him.

Wen Taiquan looked at the painter and said, "Mr. Hua, this is Captain Qin, the discoverer of this incident."

The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, nothing particularly striking at first glance.

But his Essence Qi was restrained, indicating that he was also a cultivator.

Wen Taiquan said, "This is Fellow Daoist Hua, the painter."

"Specializing in depicting wanted criminals."

Mr. Hua's gaze fell on Li Qing, and a smile appeared on his face as he said, "Captain Qin, please describe the appearance of the young man in detail."

Li Qing nodded slightly and gave a detailed description of the person he had seen.

Mr. Hua then used the charcoal pen to sketch, constantly asking if there were any differences in appearance.

In this gradual communication, a vivid image appeared before everyone's eyes.

Looking at the image, Li Qing was somewhat shocked.

Because the face drawn by the other party was remarkably similar to modern sketches.

It was very lifelike, almost like a copy.

There was also a unique charm to it, depicting the person's evil intentions vividly.

Li Qing couldn't help but exclaim, "It's drawn so lifelike."

...

In the blink of an eye, it was already afternoon.

Recently, Li Qing liked to sit in Huang Lao's house when he had nothing to do.

Occasionally, he would borrow a book or two to read, most of which were ancient scrolls.

Li Qing wanted to use these scrolls to understand the dangerous events that had occurred in the past.

In relation to the pear blossom wine he had given, Huang Lao tacitly approved of his behavior.

Sometimes, he would even comment on some cases.

Li Qing gradually learned about the various dangers hidden in this world.

For example, last year, there were at least 130 different strange incidents in Jade City.

The death toll was at least over 500.

But these deaths were quietly covered up, and the memories of some informed ordinary people were erased by the cultivators of the Demon Slaying Temple.

When Li Qing saw this, he asked in a puzzled tone.

"Why do we of the Demon Slaying Temple erase the memories of these ordinary people?"

"Is there some secret behind it?"

At this moment, Huang Lao seemed to be organizing a case.

Upon hearing his question, he said directly, "Go and look at the Bookshelf B, Volume 38."

"After you've read it, you'll understand why we have to do this."

Li Qing nodded and quickly walked over.