I am a living immortal.

Chapter 568: Officer

Ordinary people have never seen such a scene.

While ordinary people rarely encounter these mysterious things, they are not unheard of. Some older people, wary of them, won't say much; having lived long enough, they've encountered everything. Meanwhile, some young people, born in prosperous times, possess a fearless audacity, born of self-confidence.

Moreover, this was Yujiang Pass, the most chaotic area in the entire Yan Dynasty in recent years. Eight hundred miles from the city, it was a hodgepodge of good and bad people, with all kinds of people living here. Anyone who dared to come here would have to be brave and ruthless to survive.

The people who come here are also the most accepting group of people.

They had heard of and witnessed strange things about gods and ghosts. It was rare that they hadn't seen anything like it here. However, the main reason for the crowd wasn't the strange things, but rather the fact that this was the Temple of the Hundred Gods.

The grand blessing ceremony that took place not long ago was extremely lively.

How long had it been since the entire Baishen Temple had become like this? Could it be that what they had been worshipping before were these bad things? At the thought of this, many people's faces turned pale, especially the devout ones, who now wanted to slap themselves in the face.

Many people were whispering about it, or rather, they were already discussing it openly.

This made the old temple keeper grit his teeth. These people were just too arrogant. What was there to see? If they weren't careful, their lives would be in danger. He could see that those who dared to gather around and watch the fun at this time, fearing no harm, were all from the Yan Dynasty.

The people here are really simple and honest.

The reason for this was easy to understand. They trusted the government. Although the prosperity had only just begun a few years ago, policies were constantly being implemented across the country, with tax cuts and road construction, making life much easier for ordinary people. Contrasting this with the dire situation in neighboring countries only fueled their confidence.

The emperor was wise, and although his ministers didn't love the people like their own children, in the atmosphere of the court, many officials didn't dislike it and would give up some benefits in exchange for political achievements. Following the example of the superiors, the Yan Dynasty was like a spring on the right track, getting better and better.

As for greed for money, it is inevitable. There are so many wealthy people, and they don't necessarily have to stare at the meager gains of the working people.

Those wealthy businessmen were happy to show their filial piety and help.

Take the Mirage Chamber of Commerce, for example. They give over a dozen percent of their profits every year to these officials. This tenth of profit is more than enough for the officials to live comfortably and comfortably. As for those who aren't satisfied? The Mirage Chamber of Commerce isn't to be trifled with. Either you stay here for a few years, enjoying your salary and being happy, or you'll be forced to leave happily, from south to north, and then you'll be left with nothing.

Everyone knows the principle that a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Greed will not end well. We are all smart people, and it would be ugly if we fell out with each other.

While large trading houses like the Shenzi Chamber of Commerce were rare and not unique, there were still four or five in the entire Yan Dynasty. Relying on these six major trading houses, half of the officials were able to make a considerable fortune.

Scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, although the merchant is at the end, but money can sometimes make the world go round.

This also leads to ordinary people having an easier life, and the upper class is not doing badly either.

Naturally, these mediocre days started to get better, and my self-confidence came back.

Although the temple keeper understood what was going on, he didn't think it was necessary to do this. People could die here. Fortunately, the temple keeper didn't have time to deal with these desperate people. He gritted his teeth and persevered, hoping that the Demon Slayers would arrive soon, otherwise he would really die here.

What's the saying? God will reward those who work hard.

When the pressure on him suddenly eased, the old temple keeper knew that the Demon Slayers had arrived. The figures approached one after another, looking so reassuring.

If it wasn't so inappropriate, the old temple keeper would have burst into tears.

It was this feeling, this sense of security and mutual support that he had never experienced before, and this was exactly what he wanted when he was young.

Several members of the Demon Slayer Division had already surrounded the temple. Each person had their own position, and stick-like instruments engraved with seal characters were inserted into the ground, forming a complex yet solid formation.

This formation isolated the enclosed area from the outside world. The enraged evil spirits felt an unprecedented weakening. Under this formation, the strength of the Demon Slayers surged, while the evil spirits were suppressed. As one gained, the other lost, further compressing any remaining gap in strength.

Several key members of the Demon Slayer Division came to the temple keeper and said, "We can put away the formation now."

Hearing this, the temple keeper looked up and saw a young man with white hair.

The young man, carrying a large sword in one hand, felt the temple keeper's gaze and smiled: "Don't worry!"

After hearing this, the temple keeper finally relaxed.

When the peach wood sword returned to the temple keeper's hands, the talismans affixed to the doors and windows instantly turned to ash. With a bang, the doors and windows were forced open, and endless blood gushed out. Furious roars stirred up a violent wind, and the blood, mixed with resentment, condensed into a series of figures.

At this moment, these figures had long lost their divine aura. They were cloaked in black, their faces terrifying. Blood washed over the formation, attempting to break through the cage. But the Demon Slayer Sibu's formation was not so easily broken.

The white-haired young man and the others dodged and rushed towards the strange evil spirit composed of blood, resentment and faith.

The two sides fought fiercely in mid-air.

The weakened evil spirits were utterly frustrated, but the men from the Demon Slayer Division were truly skilled. The white-haired young man wielded his broadsword, each strike ripping through the blood. The other woman, with her hair tied back, held a sword in one hand and formed hand seals with the other, combining magic with melee combat. The four individuals charging forward each possessed their own unique skills and strengths. While not comparable to immortal cultivators, they were more than capable of dealing with the evil spirits. After all, the Demon Slayer Division had been steadily developing over the past few decades.

“Are they strong?”

The temple keeper nodded. The demon slayer who had just fought alongside them proudly said, "They are the main officers in charge of Yujiang Pass this time, and they are also the main fighting force of Yujiang Pass."

The temple keeper was about to say something when he was distracted by a voice: "Is this the evil spirit? It's not very good. It's really ugly."

The voice was cynical, yet it spoke the truth. Disfigured by the four officers, it had long since reverted to its original form. Now a volatile mass of blood and energy, its body composed of countless swollen arms. Dotted across this body were a dozen faces, each with its own unique expression, as random and unsightly as could be. These arms squirmed, their heads roaring, like a deformed caterpillar—misshapen, ugly, and disgusting. Its strength, however, was passable.