Immortality began with the Demon Suppression Division

"Investing ten years of his lifespan to evolve the 'Shouyang Demon-Suppressing Blade'"

[Successfully invested ten years of lifespan to evolve martial arts!]

In the first year, relying on his perfected basic swordsmanship, he successfully mastered the Shouyang Demon-Suppressing Sword technique.

[In the fifth year, you perfected the Shouyang Demon-Suppressing Blade. When you drew it, it was like the rising sun, causing all evil to retreat.]

[In the eighth year, you perfected the Shouyang Demon-Suppressing Blade. A spark of enlightenment shone within your heart, and you seemed to see the path ahead.]

[In the tenth year, you learned that the Shouyang Demon-Suppressing Blade seemed to have been derived from an even stronger sword technique. You wanted to pursue it, but you lacked the comprehension.]

Lifespan: 16/135

"The last two years were a bit of a waste."

Luo Chen felt a pang of heartache; that was all his lifespan.

There was no time for reflection.

Over the past decade, memories and experiences of countless days and nights of arduous sword practice began to surface in his mind.

After a few breaths, Luo Chen opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a sun in them.

He suddenly drew the demon-slaying sword from the side and walked towards the outside.

Accompanied by the sound of a long sword cutting through the air.

He unleashed the Perfected First Sun Demon-Slaying Blade Technique in the courtyard.

Although it was just a set of moves and techniques, without using the remaining vital energy in the body, it was still quite powerful in its wide and sweeping movements.

Practicing swordsmanship at the door for half an hour, I felt relaxed and gained some confidence.

The body's Qi and blood were mobilized.

Luo Chen took a cold shower right at the well before returning to the house to rest.

Silent all night.

The next day.

Luo Chen was dressed in the black robe of a demon-suppressing guard. The young man was full of vigor and high spirits, but there was a hint of sharpness between his brows.

He held the baby in his arms and dined with Liu Xingsheng and his aunt, Madam Wang.

"Guoguo, eat."

Little Liu Yuanyao opened her chubby little hand and handed over a piece of beef.

Luo Chen smiled, pinched the chubby little face, and reached out to take it.

Martial artists consume several times more energy than ordinary people every day. If you want to learn martial arts, your daily meals are just the most basic thing.

Over the past few years, the monthly cost of medicinal meals has been several tens of taels of silver.

How can an ordinary family support a martial artist?

"Yaoyao, don't hold your brother back."

Madam Wang affectionately picked up the little one, then looked at Luo Chen, who was dressed in a black robe, with satisfaction in her eyes.

"It's time for Chen'er to consider marriage. Is there a young lady he likes?"

Luo Chen was a little flustered by the question and hurriedly ate two bites.

"Auntie, I'm focused on martial arts; it's too early for me to be thinking about these things."

Before Wang could ask any more questions, he bid farewell to the three of them, picked up the long knife by the door, and walked outside.

"This child." Wang murmured to herself, wanting to play matchmaker, as she watched his retreating figure.

"Chen'er is at the peak of his martial arts skills right now, so you should wait two years before trying to set him up with someone else."

"But Chen'er is so outstanding, and my Wang family also has a daughter with extraordinary talent who can assist him."

"Alright, we'll talk about it another day."

Liu Xingsheng knew that Luo Chen was a very thoughtful child.

He also did not want to interfere with his own thoughts.

……

The Demon Suppression Division.

Luo Chen rushed over and entered the training ground in the northeast corner.

"Luckily I wasn't late; it would have been embarrassing to be late on the first day."

Luo Chen secretly rejoiced, as there were already more than a dozen people in the training ground at this time.

They were all Yue Wuchang's prepared demon-suppressing guards.

At the very front of the crowd, an elderly instructor in training clothes stood with his hands behind his back, his cloudy eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the young man who was walking at the back of the crowd.

Without saying much, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep for a moment.

"It's time of Mao (5-7 AM)!"

A quarter of an hour later, the old instructor in front slightly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"The monthly exam will begin in three days. Those who fail will be dismissed."

The old instructor paused slightly, looked at the people at the back of the crowd, and continued speaking.

"The monthly exams are for reserve personnel who have been in service for more than three months; newly joined personnel have three months to train."

"The path of martial arts is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind!"

"I want to see your progress every month."

"The daily meat and medicinal nourishment provided by the Demon Suppression Division are not free."

The old coach softened his tone slightly as he finished speaking.

"In the past few days, five reservists have joined us. I didn't have time the past few days, so let's all go together today. The five of you come with me."

Luo Chen's eyes flashed, and he followed the old instructor's steps.

Four other young men followed in the crowd, the oldest no more than 20 years old.

The five people looked at each other and remained silent.

Arriving at a small training ground on the edge, the old instructor paused slightly and turned to look at the group.

His tone became somewhat serious as he spoke.

"Being able to join the reserve force of my Demon Suppression Division is enough to make one a minor genius even in a martial arts school."

As the old instructor finished speaking, the expressions on the faces of the group changed noticeably, with some appearing quite proud.

"But!" The old instructor didn't give them a chance to speak, his tone shifting and gradually turning cold.

"I've been an instructor in the Demon Suppression Division for fifty years and have seen far too many geniuses like you."

"Most of them died at the hands of demons."

"..."

"Remember, talent is merely the ticket to becoming strong, not the source of strength."

"At least you're not qualified yet."

The old instructor's words fell heavily, his blood and qi surged, and a scorching pressure pressed down on everyone's hearts like a mountain.

Luo Chen and the others' expressions changed.

He had witnessed Uncle Liu's skills firsthand; this instructor was at least a Bloodthirsty cultivator.

The breath comes quickly and goes quickly.

The old instructor stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Luo Chen with a strange gaze.

He waved his hand and began to explain the confusion about spiritual practice to everyone.

As a Blood Refining Realm martial artist, although I am the instructor for these reserve soldiers, I cannot always answer their questions.

The opportunity was hard-won, and everyone put aside their pride as geniuses in front of the old teacher and humbly began to ask for his advice.

Noon!

End of morning meditation.

Luo Chen walked towards the cafeteria with a boy he had just met.

"Brother Luo is exceptionally talented. He mastered the basics of the Demon-Suppressing Blade in just one day. I believe he will soon become a full-fledged Demon-Suppressing Guard!"

A tall, good-natured boy scratched the back of his head and said enviously.

Luo Chen simply smiled and remained silent.

On a distant pavilion.

Yue Wuchang stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the two figures enter the dining hall.

Behind him, the old instructor sat upright at the tea table, quietly savoring the fine tea.

"How's the child?"

"Brother Liu may be modest in front of me, but I know him. If this child didn't have talent, he wouldn't have sent him here."

The old instructor put down his teacup, and the aroma of tea drifted out the window on the breeze.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"This child is mature and profound, and difficult to fathom."

After a pause, recalling Luo Chen's performance throughout the morning, he continued.

"He has good talent and extraordinary comprehension. Moreover, his Shouyang Demon-Slaying Blade is definitely not just at the beginner level; it's at least at the minor mastery level."

The old instructor had lived for over eighty years and served as an instructor for many years. He was exceptionally knowledgeable and could see that Luo Chen was hiding something.

These are all his conservative estimates.