Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 168 Night Watch

"You two should get some rest tonight. I'll take the night watch..." As a Blood Refining Martial Artist, Han Yi possessed abundant blood and energy, and could maintain his condition even after several days and nights without rest.

"That won't do! You take the first half of the night shift, and I'll take the second half. Let Qianxue get some sleep!"

"Mr. Bai, just rest assured. Look at your age, why are you still staying up all night..."

"Hmph, brat, who are you calling old? I can go three days and three nights without sleeping!"

Not to be outdone, Bai Sanren wanted to remain vigorous despite his old age.

"I want to keep watch at night too! I'm currently in the late stage of Bone Refinement, so I can also..."

Qianxue also spoke up enthusiastically, wanting to contribute her own efforts.

"No, you can't!"

At this moment, Han Yi and Bai Sanren surprisingly agreed on the same point of view.

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While Han Yi and the others were discussing the night watch arrangements, Huang An in the room next to them was making similar arrangements.

"Old Wang, you watch the first half of the night, and Little Sun will take over for the second half..."

"Old Liu, keep a close eye on the carriage..."

Huang An, as expected of a seasoned veteran who had ventured out into the world for many years, arranged everything in an orderly and meticulous manner.

"Ah~ Uncle An, now that you've made the arrangements, I'll go to sleep. I don't know why, but I feel unusually weak today..."

After Huang An had arranged everything, Huang Zi'ang yawned and said sleepily.

The miscellaneous and strenuous tasks in the caravan were naturally handled by others. Young Master Huang only needed to listen and didn't need to do any work. Of course, the people in the caravan didn't expect him to do any work either; they were just grateful if he didn't cause any trouble.

'This guy, all he does all day is eat and sleep, he doesn't do a single chore!'

The martial artists under Huang An also heard Huang Zi'ang's words, and one by one they cursed inwardly.

"Hmm... Zi'ang, learn from this and keep it in mind..."

Huang An didn't dare to say much. Although he was related to Huang Zi'ang, he was only an uncle. Huang Zi'ang also had a father who was in the Qi Refining stage. He didn't dare to say too much, lest he be seen as overstepping his bounds.

"Okay, Uncle An, wake me up when you get up and start your journey tomorrow morning..." After saying that, Huang Zi'ang yawned and went back to his room.

Huang An's caravan was allocated three rooms. Huang Zi'ang had a room all to himself, Huang An also had a room, and the remaining seven martial artists squeezed into one room.

At this time, in a slightly larger room, seven burly men were crammed onto a kang (a heated brick bed).

The room was heated by a fire pit, and because it was winter, the doors and windows were tightly closed to prevent cold air from blowing back and to maintain the temperature. However... this was both an advantage and a disadvantage.

With doors and windows tightly closed, the temperature is warm, which also means that the air is not circulating and odors are not easily dissipated, so...

When these martial artists returned indoors, they took off their clothes, revealing a stench reminiscent of rotting garlic from their perpetually unwashed underwear, the sweaty odor of someone who had walked all day, and...

"Damn, whose feet smell so bad?"

"Haha, it must be Old Wang's. His feet have been smelly for a long time, it must be him!"

"Don't you love stinky tofu? This flavor is just what you like, isn't it?"

"Damn it, how can this be the same? Old Wang, your foot odor is caused by excessive indulgence and kidney deficiency!"

"Bullshit! How could I have kidney deficiency?!"

"Stop your babbling! Old Wang, get your shoes on right now!"

"You think I'll just wear it because you tell me to? Wouldn't that make me look really...?"

"Wang Quanzhi, if you don't put on your shoes, I'll make you wear your long johns inside out in the middle of the night!"

"Put them on, put them on, put them on! Can't I just put on my shoes and go on night duty first?!"

"Hahaha, Wang Quanzhi, what are you afraid of? Didn't you say you knew Iron Anal Kung Fu?" The others burst into laughter.

"Hmph, all you do is say my feet stink. Your body odor and sweat stench aren't much better!"

Wang Quanzhi left the stinking room, cursing and swearing. The smell in the room was like a garbage can that had been exposed to the sun in summer; it was truly indescribable.

"Phew~ the air outside is so fresh!"

Breathing in the crisp, cool air outside, he felt cheerful. Although the temperature was a bit low, it didn't matter much to a martial artist. Besides, he was on night duty anyway, so going back inside was just a short rest.

Wang Quanzhi sat down by the campfire in the courtyard, clutching his sword tightly to his chest, his eyes fixed on the movements in the stables and the house.

Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of snoring, one after another. Some were like a dull saw scraping a tree, slow and loud; others were like the plucking of a pipa string, fast and crisp; and still others seemed to go on and on without taking another breath. "I have to admit, that woman named Tao Gu is really something else. I haven't felt this aroused in a long time..."

As he stood there, listening to the snoring, Wang Quanzhi, whose surroundings were quiet, began to relax and let his thoughts wander. He started to recall Tao Gu's alluring every move.

With a squeak.

At this moment, the door of the smallest room near the stable opened, and Han Yi, dressed neatly and carrying a black iron sword on his back, walked out.

After the three of them discussed it for a long time, Bai Sanren and Qianxue couldn't persuade Han Yi otherwise, so he took the night watch alone.

"Night watch?"

Han Yi approached Wang Quanzhi and asked.

"Who?"

Wang Quanzhi was startled and his limpness vanished instantly, as he had just been fantasizing about making love with Tao Gu.

"Phew~ Grandma... Why do you walk so quietly? I thought someone had sneaked in, you scared the hell out of me!"

His expression was clearly unfriendly, and his tone was full of resentment. He originally wanted to curse and swear, but considering that Han Yi was stronger than him, he forced himself to swallow his curses.

It's not fair to blame him for being so careless; what dangers could there be in a remote village during this freezing weather?

"Hehe, I've been as light as a feather since I was little, and I walk without making a sound..."

Han Yi said with a forced smile.

“…..”

Wang Quanzhi was silent for a moment, and after a long while, he said, "Are you here to keep watch too?"

"Um…..."

Han Yi nodded in response.

Then, as if remembering something, Han Yi asked, "Brother, it seems that your young master Huang is participating in this kind of caravan trade for the first time. Has he caused you a lot of trouble along the way?"

"Hey, who can argue with that? That young master Huang could have been living a carefree life of eating, drinking, and partying at home, but who knows what got into him that made him have to come and cause trouble for us..."

Once Huang Zi'ang was mentioned, Wang Quanzhi immediately started talking non-stop, complaining endlessly, not afraid that Han Yi would tattle on him behind his back.

Firstly, Han Yi was just a passerby and had nothing to do with their Huang family's caravan, so no one would believe him if he went to report him. Besides, everyone in their caravan was fed up with Huang Zi'ang; he had been causing trouble all along the way, getting into countless problems for no reason. Otherwise, they wouldn't have missed the New Year holidays.

Secondly, during dinner, Wang Quanzhi witnessed firsthand that Han Yi had already fallen out with their young master Huang, and it was impossible for him to fawn over him or act like a sycophant.

So, during these days, he poured out all his grievances—no, it should be said that the Huang family caravan members' complaints about Huang Zi'ang—to Han Yi.