Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 145 Altar Master

Han Yi glanced at his overall stats.

Originally, without weapons, this value was '65~99', but now it has become '90~99'.

"This is truly a well-rounded development in both offense and defense..."

Han Yi was also a little surprised. This number was already very close to the 100 mark for a martial arts master who had opened the meridians. He had not expected that the "Golden Muscle Jade Bone Skill" would bring such a great improvement.

He reached out and grabbed the Xuan Tie sword again.

Take another look.

This time, his overall stats became '115~124'. "Phew..."

Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief; he felt somewhat at ease with his current strength.

The autumn night breeze carried the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms along the roadside, gently caressing Han Yi's face and disheveled black hair. The cool moonlight and the brilliant stars shone on him, illuminating a young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. The whole scene seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

嗑！

puff!

A sound of spitting out sunflower seed shells ruined the entire beautiful scene.

Han Yi was in a good mood and was lying on Bai Sanren's recliner with an old-fashioned air. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds, ate the kernels, and spat out the shells. The recliner creaked with his movements.

At this moment, his face was beaming with smiles, perfectly complementing the beautiful scenery before him. After all, his week-long vacation had been truly rewarding!

But soon, Han Yi's face fell again.

No other reason than that tomorrow it will be his turn to guard the black market.

Working people, working spirit, working is the only way to be a superior person!

Han Yi could only console himself with this thought as he looked up at the sky.

Bang....

"Close the doors and windows to prevent theft..."

It was already the hour of Hai (9-11 PM), and the faint sound of the night watchman striking the gong could be heard from the streets.

"Looks like it's time for a break..."

Han Yi was about to call Qianxue back to sleep as usual, but then he shook his head and laughed out loud.

I'm in a good mood today, I forgot that Qianxue and Master Bai haven't come back yet...

But you have to admit, the power of habit is truly terrifying. After spending just a few months with the two of them, Han Yi felt at home here. When they weren't around, Han Yi felt a little uneasy.

"Perhaps, this is what warmth is..."

He muttered a few words, went back to his room and went to bed early. Tomorrow, he would have to keep fighting!

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Late night

Changningfang

The sky was pitch black, and at some unknown time, a dark cloud drifted in from afar, hazily veiling the originally bright silver disc with a layer of mist.

The neighborhood was quiet, devoid of any human presence. Unattended piles of filth lay scattered along the roadside, and a faint stench of rotting and fermenting filth could be detected.

On a street that was relatively clean, there were a dozen or so houses of the same style. Although they were built with mud walls and broken tiles and had no paint on the outside, making them look extremely shabby, they were still much better than the dilapidated shacks in other parts of Changningfang. They could be considered a palace in the slums.

At the door of each room, there were several burly men guarding the entrance. These men were dressed in black and white, and were big, muscular, with fierce faces. They didn't look like good people at all.

Only at the very deepest part, in the largest, widest, and best-preserved building, was there an unguarded entrance.

hiss!

"Oh my, little one, are you hungry?"

A person completely shrouded in a black robe tossed a few golden mulberry leaves into the bronze cauldron in front of him.

Inside the bronze cauldron, there was a Gu worm the size of a fist.

This Gu worm has a golden body and two wings, as thin as cicada wings, making it look like a golden cicada ornament.

Although it has the lower body of a cicada, its head is that of a toad, and its eyes are lifeless like those of a dead person, making people feel uneasy.

"What... what happened...?"

Seeing his little darling discard even his favorite golden mulberry leaves like trash, the man in black was clearly anxious. He paced around the room, rummaging through the cabinets. His two hands, visible beneath his robe, were old and covered in patterns, as if they had been burned like wax.

Squeak!

The door opened, and a bald man with only half a face walked in with a furious expression. His eyes were fierce, and he walked with a swagger, looking no different from a demon from the underworld.

"Danyangzi, why is the supply of 'talisman water' so limited this time!"

He took the initiative and shouted right from the start.

Behind the bald man was a middle-aged man with a refined appearance, a beard, and dressed like a scholar. He gently tugged at the bald man's clothes, implying that he shouldn't speak so impulsively.

After all, Danyangzi was sent by the gang leader, and besides, Danyangzi's body is covered in poisonous insects, so he's not someone to mess with!

"Hmph, Jiang Cheng, is this how you talk to me?" Danyangzi snorted coldly, turning his back to Jiang Cheng and refusing to look at him directly.

"you…...

"Hmph, Danyangzi, no matter what, the 'talisman water' must be replenished this time. If this delays the gang leader's grand plan, you'll be in big trouble!"

Jiang Cheng was furious. He was a rough man who believed that if you were tough, I would be even tougher.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

Danyangzi smiled coldly, then said, "Master Jiang, you don't need to worry about this. I can easily replenish this batch of 'talisman water'..."

"As for you, you should think more about yourself..."

"He changed the subject, continuing, "I heard that the newly established stronghold in Chang Le Fang was wiped out before it even had a chance to get going. Tsk tsk tsk, the disciples who returned said that only a few charred bones remained of the incense master and his disciples… Master Jiang, you are truly wise and powerful, a truly capable leader…"

"Danyangzi!!!"

Jiang Cheng's face turned ashen, and he shouted as if he wanted to start a fight.

"Altar Master, Altar Master!"

Fortunately, the advisor behind Jiang Cheng quickly pulled him back.

"Humph!"

Jiang Cheng turned away in a huff, and the advisor followed closely behind.

"Wait a moment…..."

Danyangzi said slowly and deliberately.

"What do you want now...?" Thud!

Before Jiang Cheng could finish speaking, the strange cicada with a toad's head inside the bronze cauldron leaped onto the advisor's head like a bullet being fired.

scoff!

The steel-like tongue pierced the advisor's eye socket, and white brain matter flowed out as the tongue moved. The advisor didn't even have time to scream before collapsing to the ground with a "thud".

"Old Sun!"

"Danyangzi!!!"

Jiang Cheng roared, his clothes fluttering wildly, and his body emitted a sound like a surging river, his blood and qi boiling intensely.

His anger was intense. Sun Chengmo was a failed scholar, one of the most quick-witted members of his group, and a long-time follower. Now, he had died in the mouth of an insect, becoming food for it. How could he not be furious! But Jiang Cheng did not move. He looked at Danyangzi with apprehension, as well as the several strange-looking Gu worms behind him.

Bang!

After finishing its "delicacies," the strange cicada with a toad's head suddenly sprang up from the ground and returned to the bronze cauldron.

"Hahaha, Master Jiang, don't be angry. If my little darling wasn't hungry, how could there be a shortage of 'talisman water'!"

"I've long heard that Sun Chengmo is a scholar, intelligent and quick-witted, surely a great tonic. Master Jiang, rest assured, after this meal, I'll give you 30% more 'talisman water' next time!"

Danyangzi chuckled sinisterly as he picked up the strange cicada and gently stroked it as if it were a lover.

Then, a white insect egg the size of a grain of rice was spat out from the cicada's toad mouth. This was the raw material for making "talisman water".

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng's anger subsided by a third. He wasn't as quick-witted as Sun Chengmo, but he wasn't stupid either. He knew that Danyangzi was indispensable to the "Valley God Sect." Moreover, Danyangzi's status and strength were superior to his.

Not to mention, there are even rumors that Danyangzi has connections with the mysterious cult leader!

Jiang Cheng said nothing more, leaving with a gloomy face, leaving only Danyangzi busy working inside the house...

The hands of time keep turning, and life goes on as usual.

Han Yi was on duty at the black market as usual, except that this week he was on the night shift.

The black market duty is divided into day and night shifts. Cai Yu and Han Yi are in one group, while Lin Ping is in another group with Wang Dong. They take turns every seven days.

Han Yi sat alone in the guardhouse, where he was the only person present.

As usual, he checked some registers, but inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine, and the longer he sat, the colder it became. Han Yi raised his head and warily scanned the room.

The house wasn't large, but it was exquisite and well-designed, with everything one would expect.

The first part is a front hall that occupies most of the area of ​​the house.

The furnishings were very simple: a table by the window, a stack of registration books that inner disciples needed to check, a weapon rack against the wall, a stove, and some sausages, pickled vegetables, dried biscuits, and other foods that were easy to preserve.

This place is equivalent to the office of an inner disciple.

In the middle section, there is a screen that separates the front and back parts of the house.

Han Yi stood up, walked around the screen, and went into the back hall.

In the back room there was a small bed and a cabinet, on which files were arranged in a specific book order.

He walked over and flipped through the files. They contained records of the Crimson Flame Sect's recent trade activity in the market. These files were sent to the sect's Internal Affairs Hall periodically for review.

Han Yi glanced at it casually and then stopped reading.

Then, there was that bed.

The bedding and sheets were neat and clean, with a faint scent of osmanthus. It seemed that the servants had been specially arranged to change them after the new disciples on duty had taken over.

Han Yi approached the bedside, and for some reason, he suddenly had a whimsical thought: he bent down and peered under the bed…