Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 210 Disguise

"Tongmai... Li Chengfeng..." After a long pause, Leng Wuchang finally spoke slowly, "Is the Li Chengfeng you mentioned the elder of the Crimson Flame Sect's External Affairs Hall?"

"Ok?"

Han Yi was slightly taken aback. He had just randomly chosen an enemy in his mind, but he didn't expect that Leng Wuchang would actually recognize him. It seemed that their intelligence system was indeed quite good.

"Li Chengfeng, a martial arts master of the Crimson Flame Sect, who cultivates the Blazing Fire Blade and Blazing Fire Force, and is an elder of the External Affairs Hall..." Before Han Yi could answer, Leng Wuchang rattled off a string of information about Li Chengfeng, much of which Han Yi was learning for the first time.

“This person is powerful, and as an elder of a major sect, he has considerable influence. He is far beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts masters!” Leng Wuchang’s expression finally showed a slight change, and his voice rose a little: “Guest, are you sure this is your enemy? Our intelligence indicates that Li Chengfeng is a kind and benevolent person who would not easily do evil to others!”

"Hmph, after all that talk, your Shadow Assassin Pavilion just doesn't have the guts to take this job!" Han Yi's tone revealed a hint of contempt.

"Haha, you're joking, sir. Difficult to handle doesn't mean unmanageable! It's just that..." Leng Wuchang sneered, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together as he gestured.

Han Yi understood instantly: it could be solved, but it was difficult to handle; however, it would require extra money!

Make money!

Not shabby!

"It's just a little money, I have plenty!" Han Yi pretended to be a fat sheep, took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, and waved them in front of Leng Wuchang.

"Hehe..." Leng Wuchang chuckled coldly, his smile not reaching his eyes, and said, "Guest, please don't joke. This little bit of silver might be enough to take down a Blood Refining Martial Artist, but to deal with a Meridian Opening Martial Master, let alone a strong one... is far too little!"

"How many do you want?" Han Yi asked in return.

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Wuchang's fake smile froze. He looked at Han Yi suspiciously and said, "It will cost at least five hundred taels of gold..."

"It's just five hundred taels, I have more here!" Han Yi pretended to take out money from his pocket.

"No, it requires at least five thousand taels of gold!" Upon seeing this, Leng Wuchang quickly changed his mind and altered the price.

"What?!" Han Yi shouted angrily, "Are you trying to make fun of me? You said one hundred taels, then it became five hundred taels, and finally it became five thousand taels?"

Five hundred taels??

Five thousand taels???

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall raised their heads and stared at Han Yi with greedy eyes.

"Hehe, our Shadow Assassin Pavilion's prices are incredibly fair and honest, no cheating the young or old. These prices are specially customized based on the customer's stated goals, absolutely guaranteeing you'll eliminate the problem completely and leave no future troubles!"

Leng Wuchang said calmly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"Hmph, what fairness and justice? I think your Shadow Strike Pavilion is a black market!" Han Yi's expression was uncertain as he turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Leng Wuchang chuckled lightly, stepped into the air, and with a flash, stretched out his arm to block Han Yi.

"Even if a deal falls through, we can still be on good terms. What, does your Shadow Fiend Pavilion intend to force a sale?"

Han Yi looked indignant, but dared not make any movement.

Leng Wuchang observed all of this, and a strange expression immediately appeared on his face. "Why do you say that, sir? Our Shadow Strike Pavilion certainly doesn't do such one-off deals… However, we've already shared a lot of intelligence with you, and this information comes at a price!"

Leng Wuchang pressed forward relentlessly, looking as if he had Han Yi completely under his control.

"you!?"

Han Yi looked furious but dared not speak out. He quickly glanced around and saw that quite a few men in black had already approached.

"Very well!" He laughed in anger, and said bitterly, "I never thought that I, who have been hunting geese all day long, would be the one who gets pecked in the eye today."

Then, Han Yi placed the stack of silver notes at his feet, pushed Leng Wuchang's arm away, stared into his eyes, and said, "This money should be enough to settle the intelligence fees, right?"

"Be bold!"

At this moment, the young man in black who had initially greeted Han Yi jumped out. He glanced greedily at the bulging bundle on Han Yi's back and continued, "You dare to speak disrespectfully to the Hall Master! You deserve a fine of one hundred taels!" "Oh, and this person has been inside for half a day, using up two pieces of charcoal; a heating fee is due..."

"Yes, this person is extremely rude and requires a hundred taels of silver as a token of respect..."

Several more men in black jumped out and surrounded Han Yi.

"You, you all!!!" Han Yi's face turned pale, and his body trembled with anger.

"Quiet!" At this moment, Leng Wuchang raised his arm and then pressed it down, making no attempt to hide the malice on his face: "Guest, why don't you take out all the money you have on you, and we'll check if you can settle the cost of your visit to my Shadow Fiend Pavilion?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll report you for this blatant extortion?" Han Yi feigned composure, but feigned terror as if he had seen the white legs of a big bad wolf.

"Report us?" Leng Wuchang was taken aback at first, then looked at everyone: "He actually wants to go out and report us?" "Hahahaha!!!!"

Then, everyone burst into laughter.

Leng Wuchang laughed until tears streamed down his face: "Heh heh, just a mere ordinary martial artist, daring to carry so much money on him..."

Moreover, after coming to our Shadow Pavilion, you are so arrogant, coming and going as you please. Do you really think our Shadow Pavilion is just playing house with you?

The most ridiculous thing is that you actually dared to say you'd report us!

"What, what do you want?" Han Yi stepped back, his calf slamming against the counter with a "bang".

"What do I want?" Leng Wu laughed arrogantly. "You'll find out soon enough!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he abruptly waved his hand, sending two throwing knives flying and striking a protrusion on the floor.

With a series of clanging sounds from metal gears and rattling chains, the massive boulder, five or six meters high and covered in green moss and solid ice, slammed shut at the cave entrance, sealing it off completely.

"Shadow Sha Pavilion is conducting business; unauthorized personnel must leave!"

Han Yi was surrounded by people staring at him with greedy eyes.

You should know that in Shadow Shaman Pavilion, money means everything. Money can buy anything you want; money is power!

But this man didn't even blink before throwing out hundreds of taels of silver in one go, and judging from his bulging bundle, there seemed to be another five hundred taels of gold!

No wonder even the Cold Five-Chang Hall Master was tempted!

Five hundred taels of gold—what does that mean? Their stronghold's profit after a year of working themselves to the bone is only a thousand taels of gold. And that doesn't even include the tributes to the higher-ups and the business dealings with the surrounding forces!

Five hundred taels of gold is equivalent to at least half a year's profit!

If Hall Master Leng Wuchang had these extra incomes, he would probably be able to improve his performance in this year's annual assessment, and might even be transferred back to the main hall!

Weak in strength but rich in money, yet daring to flaunt itself out of nowhere—this is a rare and lucrative target!

"You know what? If you're weak, don't show off!" Leng Wuchang looked at Han Yi, who was trembling and leaning against the counter, and sneered, "Give me the package!"

"Don't even think about escaping!" he added. "The boulder trap here was specially set up by the elders of the pavilion. The boulder is incredibly hard, unlike any other stone. If you don't know the trick to activating it, even a martial artist with great strength will find it difficult to escape!"

'Incredibly hard, impossible to escape?'

Han Yi's expression subtly changed a few times. Although he hadn't expected the Shadow Strike Pavilion's stronghold to have such an ingenious mechanism, he had long anticipated Leng Wuchang's change in attitude.

The cleanup that Leng Wuchang just mentioned, dismantling all the networks of relationships, was only aimed at martial artists from small families. As for martial artists like Li Chengfeng who held important positions in major forces, the Shadow Fiend Pavilion had also given some consideration and would not easily deal with them.

After all, Shadow Fiend Pavilion is, to put it bluntly, a force that hides in the shadows. And each of its strongholds is definitely weaker than the major forces in the area. If, as Leng Wuchang said, Shadow Fiend Pavilion dared to assassinate anyone from any major force, the organization would probably have been wiped out by a coalition long ago!

Therefore, Leng Wuchang realized that dealing with Li Chengfeng was clearly a thankless task, or even an impossible one, so why would he accept the mission?

Seeing that he seemed to possess a great fortune but had little real strength, Leng Wuchang became even more greedy and plotted against him.

After all, if you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who raised it!

If Han Yi really had five hundred taels of gold, and his strength was weak, wouldn't that be equivalent to easily picking up a large sum of money? Besides, the Shadow Assassin Pavilion was originally a criminal organization that didn't care about morality or ethics. It was greedy for money and would kill for profit. That was its true nature!

"Here, here..." Han Yi hesitated for a moment, then slowly took the package off his back, but held it in his hand without handing it over.

"Give it to me!" Leng Wuchang's face was ferocious, and his large hand, like an eagle's claw, was about to grab it. His entire attention was already drawn to a glimmer of golden light flashing in the package, and he did not see the ambiguous smile on Han Yi's face at all.

Han Yi made a quick decision, handing the package over while simultaneously bowing his head, bending over, holding his breath, and using his forearm to shake the bundle. The several movements were completed in one smooth motion!

As the bundle was unfurled, several round objects instantly came into view. These golden objects, reflecting the firelight like gold, captivated everyone's attention.

The next instant, with a bang, the golden ball exploded, filling the sky with gold tinged with red, and carrying a spicy and pungent smell like chili powder, choking people and bringing tears to their eyes. Leng Wuchang and his companions immediately covered their noses and coughed loudly.

These golden spheres are none other than small self-defense items that Lian Chengyue prepared for Bai Qianxue, called "Golden Light Pills." Although the name sounds nice, they are actually poison pills. The powder inside is made by drying the venom of poisonous insects and beasts. When inhaled, they are extremely irritating.

In Han Yi's view, if he had these things in his previous life, they would be equivalent to things like pepper spray and chili powder.

Before parting ways with Han Yi, Bai Qianxue gave him many of her trinkets and items, such as a close-fitting gold silk soft armor, and bottles and jars containing antidotes, healing medicines, and even poison-preventing drugs.

Qianxue's gifts were meticulously prepared and deeply meaningful, all out of concern that Han Yi might be injured or killed.

This made Han Yi deeply realize that one of the most difficult things in the world is... the hardest thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman! A multitude of thoughts flashed through his mind, but now, the most important thing was...

At this moment, Han Yi lightly touched his toes, and his body instantly accelerated, flying out like an arrow close to the ground. He covered a distance of several meters in a flash, passing by Leng Wuchang through the red smoke.

His speed was now far greater than Leng Wuchang's before, catching Leng Wuchang completely off guard and leaving him no time to react.

puff!

This, combined with Han Yi's full-force palm strike, landed heavily on Leng Wuchang's waist.

The man cried out in pain and was sent flying like a ball, smashing the counter behind him to pieces.

After achieving such a result, Han Yi's expression turned solemn. He had just exerted all his strength, unleashing a powerful palm strike, thinking he could win in one move, but unexpectedly...

Unexpectedly, when he struck Leng Wuchang, it felt like he was hitting a sponge that had absorbed a lot of water. The force that Leng Wuchang had hastily mustered was deflected, neutralized, and deflected.

'A martial artist who has reached the Meridian Opening stage is indeed different from ordinary martial artists; this level of defense is even better than wearing any armor!'

Han Yi sighed inwardly. This was the first time he had truly fought against someone of the same level. Only now did he truly understand the gap between a martial artist and a martial artist.

After Leng Wuhen fell to the ground, Han Yi did not rush to pursue him. Instead, he turned around and used a side kick to take down the black-clad man who was closest to him and was crying.

boom!

With just a simple kick aimed at the chest, the man was struck as if by lightning, flying dozens of meters away. His chest was completely shattered, like a broken bellows burned through by a raging fire, bleeding profusely from both front and back, leaving him on the verge of death.

Han Yi pulled back his leg, then lightly flicked his toes to the side, sending another figure flying. The figure crashed into the iron door behind the counter with a loud bang, its brains splattering out instantly, and it lost its breath.

"Ah, run!"

"This person is no ordinary martial artist!"

"Run, run, run!"

A few people a little further away were not choked by the smoke emitted by the poison pill. The black-clad youth who had initially greeted Han Yi was among them.

At this moment, they realized that their leader had been knocked down with a single blow and was in critical condition, so they thought of running away.

It wasn't that these people were too oblivious, but rather that Han Yi's movements were simply too fast. His actions just now were as swift as a rabbit's, and those who had hoped to get a share of the spoils from him realized...

The person in front of me is not some fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, but a big bad wolf in the guise of a little white rabbit!