Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 227 The Changing Situation

As the chief official, Huang Shanjun held the highest position and had many daily affairs, so he naturally couldn't always carry a long spear when he went out.

Therefore, Huang Wei has always been responsible for the maintenance and upkeep of Huang Shanjun's treasured spear, keeping it under his care around the clock and ensuring that any issues are promptly addressed to Huang Shanjun.

It's even possible that Huang Wei's familiarity with this spear surpasses that of Huang Shanjun, its true owner.

Huang Wei immediately recognized that the patterns and textures of these weapon fragments, as well as the material of their tentacles, clearly indicated that they were treasure-level spears from Huang Shanjun's territory!

The ominous premonition in Huang Wei's mind resurfaced, and this time it was even stronger.

"If it's Lord Huang..." He dared not think any further.

"Huang Wei, there's a body here!" Huang Wei's colleague, another adjutant, seemed to have discovered the situation.

"No body?! Something's wrong with the body!" The adjutant noticed the abnormality at a glance.

Huang Wei strode over, his panic reaching its peak.

thump!

Suddenly, he tripped over a tree-knot-like protrusion on the ground and fell to the ground.

He scrambled to his feet, filled with shock and anger, and grabbed a tree stump, ready to smash it to the ground.

But then he suddenly remembered that since Lord Huang wasn't there, he was the highest-ranking officer and had to uphold the authority of his superior…

Moreover, he felt the tree stump in his hand had an unusual texture; it was dark, sticky, and strangely odd. "Ah!!!"

Huang Wei held the tree stump up to his eyes and looked at it. Suddenly, he let out a strange cry, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground like a noodle.

Pfft!

The tree stump fell to the ground again.

"Someone come quick!!!" Huang Wei's adjutant shouted loudly, disregarding everything else.

Behind him, several medical personnel from the logistics team rushed forward, helped Huang Wei up, administered medicine, and pressed his philtrum.

"What is this? Let me see..."

"hiss…..."

The grim-faced adjutant picked up the tree stump and suddenly gasped.

This isn't a tree stump, it's clearly a human head!

Although the fire was not far away and was extinguished in time, the flames had burned the hair and scalp completely!

The black marks left by the flames, combined with the snow and mud covering them, made it look like a tree stump from a distance.

The grim-faced adjutant turned the head over, his hand trembling so much he almost threw it away again.

Huang Shanjun's gaunt face with wide-open eyes was revealed!

The fire was extinguished in time, and Huang Shanjun's expression before his death was preserved, lifelike!

"Master Huang?!?!"

The grim-faced adjutant was so frightened that he nearly fainted, his face turning pale.

"Who?!"

"It's the head steward, Inspector!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crowd of people rushed forward to verify whether it was true or not.

“No need to look, it’s Lord Huang Shanjun…” At this moment, Huang Wei woke up and spoke slowly.

"We will avenge our patriarch!!!"

As the head of the Huang family and the highest leader of the patrol and inspection department, Huang Shanjun naturally arranged various positions for many members of the Huang family.

At that moment, several members of the Huang family jumped out, their expressions impassioned.

"Wang Wang!"

Some people even brought over a black dog from the side to sniff the area.

A black, fierce dog with a broad back and narrow waist. Its entire body is black, with two gray stripes on its tail that extend to its nose, and its eyes gleam with a dark red light.

The canine beast, worthy of its status as a specially bred and trained beast for tracking people by the imperial court, possessed an extremely keen sense of smell. Even in this fire-ravaged site, merely sniffing at the remaining traces, it seemed to have detected the enemy's trail, suddenly barking loudly in a certain direction. Immediately, some people directed their squads to give chase in that direction, while others quickly objected, wanting to return to An'yan City first.

In short, the scene was a complete mess, and there was no way to start.

"enough!"

"Shut up, everyone!"

Huang Wei stared coldly for a long time, then suddenly shouted, startling everyone.

He finally understood that with Huang Shanjun dead, the soldiers and officers he had trained would be powerless without a leader, and none of them would be able to step up and take charge.

Even he, the temporary commander, lost his authority and found it difficult to command respect due to his recent unconsciousness!

More likely, he will soon lose his position as the temporary commander!

They're still listening to me now, purely because the lingering influence of Huangshan Street is temporarily holding them in check. I need to find a way to preserve the family's power as much as possible!

Huang Wei thought bitterly, "When Huang Shanjun was in power, he promoted many members of the Huang family, but he also offended many powerful forces and families. Those people didn't dare to say anything when he was alive, but now that he's dead, they'll probably all come out to cause trouble!"

Thinking of this, Huang Wei continued, "Only a martial artist at the Entry-Level Martial Master level can kill him!"

Lord Huang is a second-level martial artist. To be able to shatter his weapon and then defeat the enemy, the enemy must be a third-level martial artist who has mastered the power!

So what's the point of chasing after them? Do you want to go and die?!

His gaze was cold as he swept it over the people around him.

Most of the people around were members of the Huang family, including his cousins, uncles, nephews, etc.

“Ah Wei, but the patriarch has been murdered. If we don’t seek revenge… how can we…” A member of the Huang family, slightly older than Huang Wei, spoke up, his face filled with resentment. “Uncle, the only thing we can do now is return to the county office and report to the magistrate…” Huang Wei sighed. How could he not want to avenge Huang Shanjun?

Huang Shanjun was a figure of deep kindness to him, a mentor and father figure to him. How could he not hate him!

But now, if they pursue them further and lose all their personal guards and officers, the Huang family will truly have no resources left!

Therefore, we had no choice but to return and report to the county magistrate, Lord Wang, who then handled the matter...

The Huang and Wang families are closely related; I believe he will definitely lend a helping hand...

With hope and a glimmer of optimism, Huang Wei rode two fast horses in turn, speeding towards the city.

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In An'yan City, in Heyuefang, at the Bai family's courtyard, in the inner room, right in the center, sat an old, sulfur-colored bathtub filled with white steam and the strong aroma of medicinal herbs.

"Whoo~"

"Ah, that feels so good..."

Han Yi was half-lying on the bathroom wall with his eyes slightly closed, feeling extremely comfortable and happy.

After leaving Peach Blossom Mountain, he rushed back without stopping, not daring to delay for a moment along the way.

First, he feared that his injuries were too severe and that he might encounter another formidable opponent like Huang Shanjun. Given his current condition, he was afraid that if another one came along, he really wouldn't be able to handle it.

Secondly, he worried that Huang Shanjun's elite troops would find his whereabouts, set up checkpoints, and pursue him.

So he rushed back as fast as he could, enduring the pain.

To his surprise, he encountered no obstacles along the way and returned to the city in just a few hours.

Little did he know that after Huang Shanjun's death, the army was leaderless and in disarray, with no one to follow through. They had no intention or courage to pursue him!

When Han Yi returned home, the first thing he did was prepare this tub of medicinal bath!

This medicinal bath was a healing method that Bai Sanren told him. It was composed of herbs such as Panax notoginseng, Imperata cylindrica root, bone-strengthening plaster, and Ganoderma lucidum, which promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and replenish blood and qi. It was simple, convenient, quick, and effective.

It is especially suitable for fractures like Han Yi's.

Han Yi had remembered what Bai Sanren had said before, and he never expected to be able to use it today.

Under the influence of the medicinal bath and the rejuvenating effects of Qianyang Jin, although the fractured left arm is still unable to exert force, it has begun to move normally.

To be honest, this was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury. Huang Shanjun was indeed a powerful man; if he hadn't been careless and hadn't failed to use his sonic roar technique immediately...

Now, it remains to be seen who will emerge victorious.

Wow!

Thinking of this, Han Yi suddenly got up from the medicine bath tub. He hadn't even checked the things he had taken from Huang Shanjun yet!

He picked up a white towel from the side and began to wipe himself.

Water droplets, not yet wiped clean, dripped down his long, black hair, slid down his slender neck, and finally flowed onto the ground through his strong chest and well-defined back.

Han Yi felt that although he had opened his meridians and entered the realm of internal energy, his body was becoming increasingly different under the tempering effect of the energy.

The difference here does not refer to obvious external changes such as increased height, defined muscles, or thicker hair, but rather to a more subtle and internal change.

For example, the pores all over his body were smaller than before, and he sweated significantly less. While his skin appeared a rough, bronze color, it felt incredibly smooth and silky to the touch, like it had been coated with butter. His muscles didn't look particularly large, but they contained immense strength!

In other words, Han Yi discovered that the cultivation process of a martial artist is a process of improving oneself and constantly refining one's life level. Opening the meridians and entering the energy is a sign that one's body can be further evolved and optimized, gradually setting one apart from ordinary people!

"It seems that martial arts cultivation, when it reaches its final stage, will inevitably produce all sorts of unimaginable abilities..." Han Yi clenched his fist lightly, feeling the extraordinary explosive power within it.

Then he took his package, which contained a book on black snake legs, several gold notes, and other items he had obtained from Huang Shanjun.

A few silver notes, folded into a ball, amounted to only a few hundred taels, but better than nothing.

A stack of papers, pale yellow and somewhat worn, still exuding a faint scent of ink, suggesting they had been used for a long time and were well-preserved.

"What is this...?!" Han Yi quickly picked up the paper, unfolded it, and examined it.

The entire sheet of paper was over a meter wide and square in shape, covered with densely drawn terrain, routes, locations, and annotations at the bottom.

On the lower left side of the ground, someone drew a circle with a charcoal pencil. Judging from the color and the writing, it seems that someone had just marked it.

"Peach Blossom Mountain..." Han Yi glanced at the circled area, where there was a note below, the characters as thin as sesame seeds.

Peach Blossom Mountain is covered with peaches, the fruit of which is sweet and delicious. At the foot of the mountain lies a village called Peach Blossom Village, where a century-old peach tree stands, laden with fruit. The villagers are simple, honest, and hospitable, making it a suitable place for travelers to rest and replenish their supplies.