I am a living immortal.

Chapter 570 What is it?

Of course Wei Ming would not answer this question.

After all, if the existence of "immortals" were revealed, it would undoubtedly cause a huge uproar. Whether they wanted to or not, it wasn't a topic they could discuss openly. Fortunately, the emperor didn't ask, and Wei Ming didn't say anything. Both sides pretended to be ignorant, knowing the truth—which wasn't really the case.

The emperor knew Wei Ming was connected to a strange and powerful group of sorcerers, but he didn't consider the possibility of immortality, and he couldn't find any evidence. Even if the emperor held absolute power, this country was ultimately a feudal dynasty. In such a dynasty, ordinary people might not be able to leave their county in their entire lives, and there was no complete communication between states.

It was difficult to trade. The Shenzi Trading Company had only just opened up a road from south to north.

Several other trading houses followed suit. The entire Yan Dynasty relied on these six trade routes for connectivity, from east to west and north to south. However, these six trade routes alone enabled the Yan Dynasty to flourish economically. One can only imagine the potential of the entire Yan Dynasty. In fact, in many villages, copper coins were not used; barter was the norm. The lack of currency was due to the scarcity of goods.

To connect states, counties, towns and villages is a fantasy even in the current Yan Dynasty.

So the emperor was not as powerful as imagined.

Nor was there, as described in the storybook, an intelligence organization spread throughout the country, with every matter reported to the emperor. If that were the case, the incident involving King Cheng of Jizhou would not have happened. It was more of a case of states banding together for support.

There is another reason: the Yan Dynasty was too big.

Back to the present. The officers suppressed their shock, thanked Xuan Mo and the others, and then led their men away. Their injuries needed treatment, otherwise there would be serious sequelae.

The Demon Slayers were always active on the front lines of battle, so injuries were commonplace. This was when the importance of the Exorcist Path became apparent. The elixirs of the Exorcist Path were arguably unrivaled, primarily due to the numerous opportunities for training. Their healing remedies were truly exceptional, instantly curing any ailment.

It wasn't just the Demon Slayer Division; many people and organizations in the Jianghu would pay handsomely for these medicines. This alone showed that the Demon Slayers were not short of money. Of course, the ingredients used to make these medicines were equally precious.

The quantity is not much, but each one is worth a fortune.

Wei Ming watched a battle and had a rough idea of ​​the Demon Slayer Division's strength. To be honest, they were much stronger than he had imagined.

This incident wasn't over yet. The Demon Slayers would investigate whether anyone else had suddenly transformed into a corpse. They would also face Cheng Dejiang.

The problem with this river is much more serious than the evil spirits.

People die every day, and the souls trapped at the bottom of the river become a treacherous place. Eradicating it completely is incredibly difficult. It's not like the evil spirits have a more specific form that can be killed or anything like that; we can only clear them out bit by bit. This is a massive undertaking.

So what if it was as difficult as ascending to heaven? The emperor had issued an order, and no one could disobey it.

"How about it? You're going to have a headache for a while, right?" Su Mu asked with a smile.

Wei Ming smiled and said, "It's a tough job, but we're both the same."

“Rescuing people from suffering is a tedious task.”

So Su Mu wasn't particularly interested in saving the world. He was afraid of trouble. Besides, he believed in not exhausting himself, so under that premise, he didn't mind helping out.

However, life is unpredictable. He didn't want to get involved, but he couldn't avoid it. He couldn't stay out of a war that affected the entire world. This directly contradicted Su Mu's logic.

Helpless.

The temple keeper listened to the confused conversation, hesitant to speak. Should he pray now? But how could he?

But Wei Ming was a man of insight. He asked, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

This temple keeper had stepped forward earlier, and although there had been a misunderstanding, Wei Ming still had a good impression of him. If the other party truly had something to ask for, it wouldn't hurt to listen.

"Well, I have a request!" The temple keeper gritted his teeth and said it.

"But you can say it!"

"Can I join the Demon Slayer Division?"

Wei Ming was stunned. He hadn't expected such a request. So he said, "The Demon Slayer Division isn't as glamorous as you might imagine. Every day, you're on the brink of life and death."

“I know, and that’s why I wanted to join.”

He was old, and had had enough of his life of luxury. While he had nothing to do in the neighboring kingdom, the emperor had treated them well, providing them with plenty of food and drink. He also had constant attendants. After more than a decade of this, he had had enough. It was time to dedicate himself to his ideals.

It goes without saying how attractive it is for an elderly person to be unable to obtain what he or she desired when he or she was full of vigor and ambition in his or her youth.

"this......"

Mirage Dragon looked at the old man as if he were a monster, wondering why someone in this world could have such a smooth life and yet at such an old age would go out and fight for their life. He didn't understand, but was deeply shocked.

Seeing the temple keeper was serious, Wei Ming said nothing more. Everyone has their own choices. And to be honest, there's a big project coming up, and they're short on manpower.

So he looked at the person who had been following them silently.

"I understand, my Lord."

“Trouble, Wang Qi.”

"Hmm?" Su Mu glanced back. This person actually had a name. He had been with Wei Ming for so long, and this was the first time he had heard of the Demon Slayer Division having a name. He had always thought that the people in the Demon Slayer Division were referred to by their positions. For example, Zhiguan, Sishou, and Daiyin.

These are positions.

The Grand Commander, needless to say, was the highest-ranking combatant and commander. The Officers, the backbone of the battle. The Silent Guards, as the name suggests, were the quiet guards, like those around Wei Ming. And the Hidden Guards, Su Mu had also seen; Wei Ming rarely avoided them; they were intelligence gatherers. Also, those who had previously deployed the formation were all classified as Hidden Guards.

Although the Demon Slayer Division wasn't a logistics unit like the Demon Exorcist Division, it still had its share of positions. They were all combatants, just in different fields.

Seeing Su Mu's surprise, Wei Ming explained, "Although Wang Qi holds a somewhat special position among the Ji Shou, each of them has a name. It's just that there are too many people and it's hard to remember, so they're generally not called that. It's not that they don't have names."

As for what was special, Su Mu couldn't tell. It could be status, or perhaps strength. In Su Mu's eyes, the level of strength in these units of measurement was not accurately evaluated. A little higher, a little lower made a huge difference among these people, but in Su Mu's eyes, the difference was almost indistinguishable.

Wei Ming didn't say much, but changed the subject: "Let's go, the show is over."

After handing the temple priest over to Wang Qi, Su Mu and Wei Ming left. Su Mu asked directly, "Tell me, what exactly is the reason you asked me to come here this time?"