Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 149 Sweeping Through

It seems that Jiang Cheng is quite capable to become the leader of the "Valley God Sect".

"Who are you? Why did you attack my sect's branch altar? Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by our sect leader?" Jiang Cheng said coldly, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

After exchanging blows, he judged the attacker's level. To be able to fight him and even gain the upper hand, this person's strength was probably at the late stage of Blood Refinement, and even among the top tier of the late stage of Blood Refinement.

Each martial artist above the late stage of Blood Refinement has a dedicated person responsible for intelligence gathering. However, this strong man in front of them, whose entire body was covered in black except for his eyes, had an extremely violent iron palm. He was clearly different from the experts recorded in the known intelligence.

"I came here just to ask one thing..."

Han Yi changed his stance, standing with his hands behind his back. From inside his wide black robe, he quickly pulled out a palm-sized porcelain bottle from his bosom and clenched it in his palm.

"Please speak, Your Excellency. If I know the truth, I will tell you everything without reservation!"

Jiang Cheng quickly responded that the fight between the two had caused such a commotion that the disciples of the sect should have heard the noise and come to their aid by now.

But now... the outer gate is quiet, I'm afraid...

His heart sank further. He feared that the man before him had likely dealt with all the patrolling disciples and traps he had arranged, and the person deepest inside wouldn't easily emerge unless disturbed, and he had no authority to command them…

Jiang Cheng was now completely naked and unarmed, while the man in black opposite him was clearly fully armed and prepared. He was already considering retreating. Inside the house, the flickering light of the oil lamp cast long, thin shadows of the two men.

"Was that disease in Changning Ward spread by your 'Valley God Sect'?" Han Yi asked in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng paused slightly, seemingly considering how he should respond.

Han Yi touched his nose with his right hand, then pried open the stopper on the porcelain bottle a crack. The smell coming from inside made him frown slightly.

"Changningfang, a strange illness?"

"You may have some misunderstanding about our 'Grain God Sect.' We emerged in response to the epidemic, specializing in treating this disease. How could we possibly spread it intentionally? If you require it, I can arrange to provide you with several doses of 'talismanic water' to treat your illness. I guarantee it will cure you completely!"

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and said sincerely that he thought Han Yi came to this stronghold to cause trouble because some of his relatives and friends had contracted a strange disease.

As Jiang Cheng spoke, Han Yi carefully observed his expression and felt that the man was not faking it. Of course, it was also possible that the man's emotional disguise was too skillful.

"Are you sure? This disease wasn't caused by you?" Han Yi retorted. "I was originally going to ask how someone got this disease. I have an enemy who's incredibly foul-mouthed, but he's from a wealthy and powerful family. I made sure his whole family got sick and was wiped out, dying quietly."

He's deliberately saying the opposite, trying to mislead others into thinking the wrong way.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng broke out in a cold sweat, his lips went dry, and he was momentarily stunned. It was the first time he had ever seen such a ruthless person who would threaten to kill someone's entire family at the slightest provocation. He had thought he was a ruthless person, but he never expected that there would be someone even more ruthless than him.

After a moment, Jiang Cheng chuckled dryly, "I'm sorry, sir, I really don't know how this disease spread... but if you wish to treat it, I can still offer you a few doses of 'talisman water'..."

"Think it over. If you're lying." Han Yi didn't say much, but his eyes turned cold, and he suddenly raised his hand.

He casually tossed a wooden chair aside, which slammed into the hard wall made of bluestone and clay with a thud.

The chair shattered and fell apart, and the huge impact also smashed a hole more than a foot wide into the blue wall.

With the added strength of a Blood Refining stage martial artist's abundant blood and qi, along with the "Golden Muscle Jade Bone Technique" and the "Thunder Palm," Han Yi's power at this moment was more than a thousand pounds. His strongest point was his hands.

Even with only 30% of his palm strike, the chair he threw wouldn't be able to withstand the force of this green wall.

A chilly wind rushed into the room through the hole, extinguishing the already dying oil lamp.

Jiang Cheng, inside the room, swallowed hard, his heart skipping a beat. He could achieve the same effect himself, but never with Han Yi's nonchalant ease. "Please rest assured, Your Excellency, as the master of this altar, my words are naturally truthful. If there was even the slightest falsehood in my words just now…"

At this moment, Jiang Cheng looked serious, raised his right hand, pointed to the sky, and swore an oath.

"I truly know nothing about the disease outbreak. The 'Cult of Grain Gods' only does good deeds and saves lives. I, Jiang Cheng, am making this clear: if what I just said is even slightly false, may I be run over by a horse or struck by lightning!"

Jiang Cheng's words were resolute and forceful.

"If you are still worried, there is another branch altar on the west side of Changningfang, whose master is Xu Gang. You may go there to inquire on your own."

Jiang Cheng was a shrewd person, quick-witted and resourceful. In the end, he didn't forget to shift the blame to Xu Gang, the altar master who was at odds with him.

Han Yi was too lazy to pay attention to his little schemes, but Jiang Cheng's solemn oath made him waver a bit, mainly because Jiang Cheng's oath was too harsh, making it impossible for anyone to suspect anything.

Could it be that the spread of the disease has nothing to do with the "Cult of Grains" and that they are truly a benevolent force dedicated to saving lives?

"Alright, since Master Jiang has sworn a solemn oath, it seems you really don't know the truth. Sorry for disturbing you this time."

Han Yi clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"You're too kind, too kind. I understand your eagerness for revenge." Jiang Cheng smiled and returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"Then, I shall take my leave now."

"Walk slowly!"

Han Yi nodded and turned to leave.

Watching the man in black leave the courtyard and disappear into the night, Jiang Cheng's lips involuntarily curled into a smile. This guy looked fierce, but he was still too green; he'd been fooled by Jiang Cheng's few words. What a muscle-bound brute…

"what are you laughing at?"

Suddenly, a voice came from his left.

Jiang Cheng was startled and quickly turned his head to look. He saw that the man in black was staring at him through the veil in front of the window of the right-hand hall.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. This guy was so stealthy, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. It was really creepy at night.

"Ha, haha, I just thought of something funny. Why haven't you left yet? Why don't you come in and have a drink?"

Han Yi said calmly, "Master Jiang, there's no need for such trouble. There's just one thing I forgot to mention before I left."

"Is there anything else, sir?" Jiang Cheng was somewhat speechless.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask Master Jiang how the 'talisman water' used to treat illnesses is made," Han Yi said.

Jiang Cheng looked troubled. After pondering for a while, he spoke, "Your Excellency is unaware that the production of this 'Talisman Water' is the sect's top secret. Such a secret, involving human lives, is not something a mere altar master like myself could know. Even the escort of each 'Talisman Water' is handled by special personnel assigned by the sect leader. You should know that our sect leader is a Meridian Opening Stage Martial Master, which shows the importance of this matter!"

At the end, Jiang Cheng's words carried a subtle hint of threat.

"Oh... is it really that important?"

Han Yi asked suspiciously.

“It’s absolutely true. If you don’t believe me, I can swear this oath again…” Jiang Cheng said loudly, patting his chest.

"In that case, let's leave it at that." Han Yi waved his hand, left the window, and quickly disappeared from Jiang Cheng's sight.

Jiang Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Have a safe journey!"

After waiting a while, he plopped down in the armchair, thinking to himself, "This guy is really troublesome. Luckily, he's quick-witted and adaptable." "Looks like I need to recruit a new batch of skilled men and quickly take over the territory in Chang Le Fang. Chang Ning Fang is a mixed bag; who knows what mysterious powerful figures might appear. Also, there's the security issue; I'll have to rearrange the order of operations..."

"Master Jiang! I suddenly remembered something else..." Han Yi's voice rang out again.

Jiang Cheng was so frightened that he trembled all over and almost jumped off his chair.

He turned around and saw that the man in black's cloak had reappeared at the window behind him, and he was speaking into the window.

"Big brother... is there anything else...? Can you just say it all at once? I've had a weak heart since I was little."

Jiang Cheng looked miserable, so anxious that he forgot to use honorifics.

"Master Jiang, have you consumed any rare and precious herbs or antidote?"

Han Yi nodded and quickly asked.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Cheng was taken aback, then stood up. "Besides my main martial arts, I've also practiced the 'Mingyu Skill,' which can resist and neutralize poison!"

"No wonder, no wonder this 'bewitching smoke' had no effect on you!" Han Yi suddenly realized that when he was teasing Hongxiu and Jiang Cheng, he had secretly put in the colorless and odorless "bewitching smoke".

This "bewitching smoke" is extremely potent. As an ordinary person, Hongxiu fainted and collapsed to the ground unconscious after inhaling just a wisp of it.

Even Han Yi himself held the "Qingfeng Su" in his palm, ready to detoxify himself at any time.

"Qingfeng Su" is a kind of antidote drug, specifically used to resist poisons that cause stagnation of qi and blood and paralysis of consciousness. It is the white powder in the palm-sized porcelain bottle in Han Yi's hand. Even through the porcelain bottle, he could feel the stench emanating from the white powder. Just by smelling the smell, Han Yi felt his body heat up and his mind become clear.

As for its usage, it's quite simple. To deal with small doses of poison like "drowsy smoke," simply smelling it is enough to neutralize the poison. In cases of high toxicity, the white powder from the porcelain bottle should be inhaled into the nasal cavity; inhaling it all can provide protection for twenty breaths.

One breath is three seconds, so twenty breaths is about one minute.