Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly.
Her gaze shifted, falling upon the old Daoist.
She saw the old Daoist wearing a simple Daoist robe and holding a whisk.
Although his hair and beard were white and his face was gaunt, he showed no sign of decrepit old age.
"Daoist Priest, you are too polite."
Jiang Yuechu did not presume seniority and returned the greeting.
Although she did not know the exact background of this old Daoist.
The powerful aura emanating from him was undeniable.
Wei He, who was beside her, quickly stepped forward, lowered his voice, and introduced, "This Senior Wandering Dust Master was once the Grand Elder of Chunyang Palace."
Chunyang Palace?
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow slightly.
She had heard this name before.
She had previously heard Liu Chen mention that Xu Changfeng had received guidance from Chunyang Palace years ago.
But Chunyang Palace was located far away on Mount Zhongnan near Chang'an. Why would this old Daoist not cultivate there and instead run off to this desolate border Region?
As if sensing Jiang Yuechu's confusion.
Wei He continued, "Although Senior is an Elder of Chunyang Palace, he is a native of the Region."
"Thirty years ago, he resigned from his position as Elder of Chunyang Palace and returned to the Longyou Circuit."
Having said this.
A hint of reverence appeared in Wei He's eyes.
"Over the past thirty years, if not for Senior's protection, how would the Demons on the Western Regions frontier dare to be so well-behaved?"
Jiang Yuechu heard this, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"So that means..."
"Senior is not a member of the imperial court?"
Wandering Dust Master smiled slightly: "This poor Daoist is a person outside the mundane world and cannot tolerate the constraints of officialdom."
"I am merely a free spirit, passing the rest of my days here."
Jiang Yuechu nodded, and a sense of respect arose in her heart.
He was not appointed by the imperial court, nor was he supported by an official salary.
He guarded this bitter cold land solely for the sake of this local Region.
Such conduct... was indeed rare.
Since her Transmigration, Jiang Yuechu had seen or heard of many so-called prestigious orthodox sects.
Except for Zhang Daoxuan of Dragon Tiger Mountain who voluntarily descended the mountain in Suzhou to assist the Demon Suppression Division in slaying Demons and protecting the local peace.
Which of the other major sects didn't simply sweep the snow from their own doorstep?
As long as the Demons didn't reach their own mountain gate, even if floods raged below and the common people perished, they would merely look on coldly and say it was the will of heaven.
Furthermore.
Take the bald donkey from Baosha Temple.
Not only did they fail to slay Demons, but they even colluded with them.
In such a chaotic world.
The old Daoist before her seemed quite out of place.
Jiang Yuechu took a deep breath.
The cold aloofness that usually kept people at a distance dissipated slightly.
She straightened her attire, her expression solemn.
She solemnly bowed to the old Daoist in green robes.
"Senior, your integrity is commendable."
Seeing this, Wandering Dust Master quickly moved aside, repeatedly saying he dared not accept it.
"Your Highness is too kind to this poor Daoist."
"This poor Daoist was born here and grew up here. Now that I am old, it is only right that I do what I can for the Elders of my hometown."
"But as for Your Highness."
"With your noble body, you traveled thousands of miles and ventured deep into dangerous territory."
"Such courage and such methods are truly unprecedented in the hundreds of years this poor Daoist has lived."
"For the Great Tang to have Your Highness is truly a blessing to the nation and a fortune for the common people."
After a period of mutual deference.
Jiang Yuechu finally turned around and fixed her gaze on You Wujiang, whose expression was complicated.
"Lord You."
"Coincidentally, there is now an extra Seed Lotus Demon corpse. Since you are already here, take it back to the General Bureau along the way."
Hearing this.
You Wujiang snapped back to reality, a trace of bitterness rising in his heart.
Although he had long known that this Your Highness possessed terrifying talent and was a rare Prodigy in the current age.
Yet, You Wujiang, as the second-ranked person among the younger generation of the Great Tang, also had his own pride.
The other party was growing.
He was also growing at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.
He originally thought it would take some time before the other party surpassed him.
But now it seemed.
If it were him facing this Lotus Cultivation Demon King, who held a heavy treasure and possessed extreme speed.
Forget about slaying it.
He wouldn't even dare say he had a fifty percent chance of retreating unscathed.
His position as the second-ranked person among the younger generation of the Great Tang seemed... to no longer be deserved.
Although You Wujiang did not care about these false reputations, he was still somewhat depressed.
However.
He was certainly not the type of petty person who envied the capable and talented.
You Wujiang straightened his clothes, cupped his hands, and said, "Lord Jiang, please rest assured. I will truthfully report this matter to the General Bureau and ensure that your merits are not overlooked."
Having said that.
His gaze fell upon the weapon and the precious armor scattered next to the Demon corpse.
His eyes flickered.
"However..."
"Since Lord Jiang personally slew this fiend, the treasures on the Demon naturally belong to Lord Jiang."
Jiang Yuechu was stunned.
She hadn't expected this wooden head, who usually looked strictly businesslike.
Would actually volunteer such a statement today.
One must know.
According to the regulations of the Demon Suppression Division.
Everything obtained from slaying Demons, including the corpses and personal treasures, must first be submitted to the General Bureau for verification.
Firstly, this is for specialized personnel to appraise them, preventing certain Yao Race treasures from being attached with evil spirits that could strongly corrupt Human Race Martial Artists, leading to Qi Deviation if one is not careful.
Secondly, it is to prevent conflicts among comrades when multiple people slay a Demon together, fighting over unequal division of spoils.
Although her status was noble, and her merit was immense.
There was an eighty percent chance these items would eventually fall into her hands.
But the procedure still had to be followed.
But what this young man meant.
Was he implying that she should skip this step and pocket this batch of spoils right here?
She could understand why Yue Huaiyuan didn't mention the cold moon she obtained from the Black Dragon in County back then.
But when did this kid change his nature?
Wei He, who was standing nearby, was extremely perceptive and stepped closer.
He first glanced at the precious light on the ground, then turned around with a bewildered expression to look at the Demon Suppression Guards behind him.
"Treasures?"
"What treasures?"
"Did any of you see them?"
Although the Demon Suppression Guards were usually a bit rough, they knew better than to mess up at a time like this.
Every single one of them shook their heads like rattle-drums.
"Eh, why did we suddenly get night blindness? Can't see anything clearly?"
"Exactly, exactly, brothers, we should eat some pig liver when we get back to supplement ourselves..."
Some even rubbed their eyes dramatically, looking like they were suffering greatly.
The old Daoist Wandering Dust Master also chuckled, lightly flicking the whisk in his hand.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerate."
"This poor Daoist is old and frail, and my eyesight has long been poor..."
Since everyone said so.
Then they truly hadn't seen anything.
Jiang Yuechu did not stand on ceremony.
If she really sent them to the General Bureau, who knows how long the back-and-forth process would take.
Moreover.
Other things didn't matter much.
But she was genuinely coveting the treasures on this beast.
The corner of her mouth lifted, revealing a smile.
"In that case, I thank you all."
Having said that.
She slowly walked up to the Demon corpse.
She saw the Square-Tipped Halberd, cast entirely from mixed crimson gold and iron, with a dragon's mouth spitting cold light.
And looking at the Golden Chainmail, auspicious energy radiated brightly, the golden scales resembling Dragon markings.
Jiang Yuechu reached out and beckoned.
As the great halberd landed in her hand, she immediately felt a heavy, sinking sensation.
She casually performed a halberd flourish.
Whoosh—!
A fierce wind whistled, and cold light glinted ominously.
Even without injecting True Essence.
Based solely on the material of the weapon itself, it was already a divine Sharp Weapon capable of cutting iron like mud.
"What a fine halberd!"
Jiang Yuechu exclaimed in admiration.
She then stripped the Golden Chainmail off the Demon corpse.
Although the armor was stained with a lot of blood and grime.
Jiang Yuechu did not mind.
Just right.
Although her Physical Body was powerful, she truly lacked any decent protective treasures.
This Qiankun Demon King.
Was truly a genuine Wealth-Giving Boy.
Not only did he deliver Dao Cultivation, Physical Body, and Divine Ability.
In the end.
He even left behind all his belongings.
He truly was an absolutely stunning and generous Demon!