Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 148 Sweep

Han Yi changed his fist into a palm, slapped his left hand to deflect the short spear that was thrusting towards his face, and then slammed his right palm into the man's chest.

The strong man reversed the gun again, and with all his might, held the barrel horizontally in front of him to protect his heart.

boom! ! !

A sharp, excruciating pain shot through his bones from his arms and chest, causing the strong man's arms to buckle, his sternum to cave in, and him to fly backward.

puff!

The strong man slammed heavily onto his companion's corpse, blood gushing from his mouth. His head lolled to the side, and he died.

Bang sound

The steel pistol broke in two, and one half of the gun barrel rolled to the side of him.

Han Yi quickly gathered the corpse, leaped into the air, and disappeared into the night.

"call…..."

Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief. This was the last batch of "Valley God Sect" patrolling disciples he had dealt with, which meant that a breach had been opened.

Although Jiang Cheng's arrangements were very good, with patrols in almost every blind spot of the stronghold, how could these martial artists, whose strength was at most at the Bone Refining stage, possibly stop Han Yi?

He moved with the agility of a snake, passing through several alleys and quickly arriving at a courtyard that had clearly just been renovated.

This is where Jiang Cheng lives, but...

"This Jiangcheng is truly treacherous!"

The place where Jiang Cheng lived was surrounded by a ring of barbed wire on the walls. The sharp spikes gleamed with an eerie blue light, indicating that they must have been poisoned. If one were to be accidentally pricked, it would be difficult to survive.

The eaves are covered with countless wind chimes connected by thin threads, leaving no place to stand. If someone were to try to spy on someone from the eaves or launch an attack, they might accidentally trigger the threads and alert others.

"Judging from this, I guess only the main entrance, where people frequently come and go, is free of traps..."

Han Yi secretly observed for a long time, pondering in his heart.

However, at the entrance of this courtyard, there were two elite disciples with bulging temples guarding the place.

I don't know if these two were influenced by Jiang Cheng, but they were also bald, with bare arms, and looked fierce like door gods.

"That little wench's been in there for so long, I wonder if the boss will even leave us a drop of soup..."

The bald man on the left rubbed his hands together and licked his lips, saying, "Our boss is so loyal, he definitely will... Last time, the leader of the 'Hundred Snakes Hall,' didn't he just play with the daughter of his own before throwing her to us..."

The bald man on the right chuckled, as if recalling the wonderful scene from last time.

"Yeah, hehehe..."

"Ha~~"

The bald man on the left was talking when he suddenly yawned.

"You little brat, knowing you had to be on night duty tonight, you still dared to go out drinking and carousing!"

The bald man on the right said with a strange laugh.

"No, no, I, I didn't..."

The bald man on the left was also puzzled. Today was his night shift, and he had stayed home obediently yesterday without doing anything.

Thump! The bald man on the left had his eyelids drooping, his mind went blank, and he lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground.

"not good…....."

Pfft!

Seeing this, the bald man on the right naturally knew that someone was secretly causing trouble. He was about to shout a warning, but before he could even mutter a word, he collapsed to the ground.

call out!

Han Yi, who had been hiding deep in the alley, darted out of the alley like a silent bat and came to stand in front of the two men.

Han Yi stepped forward, raised his leg, and skillfully stepped on their cervical vertebrae, pressing down hard.

Two consecutive "click" sounds.

That was the end of the two bald, burly men.

"The powder works well. Thanks to the connections in the black market, this has solved a big problem..." Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away imaginary sweat.

These two bald men were Jiang Cheng's trusted confidants and were specially selected elite disciples. Their strength was naturally not weak, and both of them were early-stage Blood Refinement martial artists.

Han Yi had been observing them for a while. The two were chatting and laughing, seemingly casual, but they were standing cautiously, constantly looking around at the blind spots.

Han Yi could easily defeat the two without any problem, but it would be quite difficult to do so silently and without alerting Jiangcheng.

Fortunately, in response to this situation, Han Yi specially bought a contraband item from the black market – “hypnotic smoke” – thanks to his position guarding the black market.

This powder is similar to the anesthetics Han Yi had in his previous life; it has a strong anesthetic effect, making people confused, drowsy, and forcibly hypnotized.

In addition, "bewitching smoke" is colorless and odorless, making it extremely difficult to detect. Therefore, it is generally used by low-lifes to steal and rob. Of course, flower thieves are also considered thieves.

Therefore, when Han Yi bought this powder from the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper's expression was strange. He probably thought that a dignified inner disciple had some kind of perverted hobby and was buying some "mind-numbing smoke" to satisfy his desires...

puff!

Han Yi carefully opened the door a crack and slipped inside, dragging the two bald corpses in gently as well.

Just as Han Yi had expected, after entering the courtyard, despite his careful search, he did not find any traps. Come to think of it, with people coming and going in this courtyard, who would bother with such trivial matters?

Han Yi slowly walked to the door of the main house and heard Jiang Cheng's impatient voice coming from inside.

"Why aren't you dressed yet, Hongxiu? What new trick are you up to now!"

Han Yi moistened his index finger with saliva, secretly poked a hole in the window paper, and stuck one eye on.

On the bed, Jiang Cheng, dressed in black, leaned against the headboard. When the other half of his face, which was being gnawed by a bear, was not visible, he looked quite imposing.

However, his impatient expression betrayed his true thoughts.

Jiang Cheng wasn't alone in the room; there was another woman opposite him.

The woman had delicate features, a wasp waist, and a fox-like face, and was dressed in a Taoist robe.

Her long hair was tied with a pearl hairpin, then slid lightly down from her rounded shoulders, and then flowed forward to cover the bulge in her chest. Underneath her wide Taoist robe, her breasts were half-exposed, which aroused the imagination.

"Uncle Jiang, don't be in such a hurry~"

"I dressed up especially for you today!"

The woman named Hongxiu had a soft and charming voice. She lowered her eyes and tried to avoid looking at the other half of Jiang Cheng's face. She was originally the most beautiful courtesan in the Four Seasons Pavilion in Chang Le Fang. But who knew that after waking up, she would be kidnapped to the "Valley God Sect".

The brothel was a place with convenient access to information and well-connected people. Moreover, those in their line of work often heard many secrets from whispered conversations in the ear. Therefore, Hongxiu also had some understanding of the "Valley God Cult".

The "Grain God Cult" is a force that has recently risen in Changning Ward and now rules the entire ward. Its members are known for their ferocity in battle, fearlessness in the face of death, and are even nicknamed "Mad Dogs".

Hongxiu also knew that the "Valley God Cult" had recently been eyeing Chang Le Fang's territory and had clashed with Chang Le Fang's forces several times. However, she didn't pay attention to these things at first. After all, for people like them who were in the flesh trade, it didn't matter who they sold to.

Selling someone inside a building and being abducted alone are two different things.

At least inside the building, no matter how irritable the guests were, my safety would be guaranteed. But on the territory of the "Cult of Grain Gods," I might be completely devoured, leaving not even a trace of my bones!

Thinking of this, Hongxiu suppressed a trace of fear in her heart, and her smile became even more obsequious. She was at the mercy of others, and here, she could only serve Jiang Cheng well in order to gain a little hope of survival.

"Oh, a beautiful Taoist priest?" Jiang Cheng was taken aback at first, then looked at Yue'er's attire. Underneath the wide Taoist robe, her curvaceous body made him swallow hard, his lust rising.

"This humble servant is Daoist Lan Yue~"

She bowed gracefully in red sleeves, her voice sweet, soft, and delicate.

"Hahaha, that's really original. No wonder she's the top courtesan. She's different from all the other women I've played with before!"

Jiang Cheng patted the bed while laughing loudly.

"What are you waiting for? Get in bed!"

He beckoned to Hongxiu with his finger, saying impatiently, "My lord, no rush~ I also know how to dance with a sword~"

Hongxiu stepped forward, unsheathed the wooden sword from her waist, gripped the wooden sword, and began to slash lightly and softly.

"You took the wrong one, you took the wrong one..." Jiang Cheng's lips curled up as he drank a large bowl of wine, threw the long white shawl draped over his body on the ground, and chuckled wickedly, "Knives are for cutting people, swords and guns are for stabbing! Come, come, I'll teach you how to use a sword first, then I'll let you try a gun..."

"Aah~"

Before Jiang Cheng could even walk over to demonstrate his "gun skills," Hongxiu suddenly uttered a seductive voice, covered her forehead with her hand, and began to sway.

"My lord, I don't know why, but I feel a little sleepy..."

Hongxiu mustered her spirits and said with a charming smile, but before she could finish speaking, her fair and tender body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

"Ok?"

Jiang Cheng was slightly taken aback when he walked up to Hongxiu. His drunken mind couldn't quite grasp the situation. He didn't know if this was another of Hongxiu's new tricks or what was going on.

boom!

Just then, the door shattered like a sheet of paper, and a figure flashed in like a ghost, striking Jiang Cheng with a palm.

"Damn!!!"

The enemy's attack, with its fierce gust of wind, instantly dispelled Jiang Cheng's drunkenness. His blood surged and veins bulged on his face, and his fists turned faintly red. Instead of retreating, he advanced, clenching his fists, and met the attack head-on.

Bang! ! !

The two men clashed fists and palms, producing a loud bang.

Han Yi let out a soft "hmm" and took a step back to stand still.

On the other side, Jiang Cheng struck a pose, his face flushed, and the hand he was using to form a palm strike trembled slightly.

"You're not weak..." Han Yi said calmly. His overall strength was '90~99', while Jiang Cheng's was '75~92'. With the advantage in numerical value, he thought he could easily crush Jiang Cheng, but he didn't expect that Jiang Cheng could actually take his palm strike head-on.