Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 241 Curse

This side effect is that it can cause some minor damage to blood vessels and meridians.

"Fortunately, the Qianyang Skill has rejuvenating properties, and it has a special rejuvenating effect on this kind of minor internal injury, which is just right for healing..."

Han Yi suddenly realized the importance of auxiliary martial arts. The Qianyang Gong he cultivated was mild in nature and not outstanding in terms of lethality and power, but it had a miraculous effect in suppressing Yin energy and restoring health.

This remarkable effect made him think of something: perhaps his next martial art that complements internal strength doesn't necessarily have to be the kind that focuses entirely on lethality.

Extreme lethality also means extreme vulnerability; a high-attack assassin can't beat a high-tank, high-recovery warrior. Moreover, and most importantly, his primary martial art, Qianyang Gong, has already been defined as a support-oriented, recovery-focused martial art, excelling in its endurance and sustainability.

Therefore, his best fighting style should be 'kiting', so his next complementary martial art.....

You should choose a martial art that offers an advantage in speed or can inflict some kind of sustained damage!

Having decided on his future path, Han Yi felt a sense of relief. Although he was still some distance from the peak of the Qianyang Technique, he felt that as long as there was a sufficient supply of demon beast meat, he would soon be able to break through the bottleneck.

Once you reach a bottleneck, an insurmountable barrier that's difficult to overcome using ordinary methods, that's when your elemental power truly shines...

Immediately, Han Yi got up and prepared to tidy up the room. He had been busy cultivating these past few days, and it was time to clean the room.

He kept all his valuables—gold notes, a small jade Buddha, and the exquisite jade he had obtained from Luan Biao—in his bosom, carrying them with him at all times.

The most messy items were his notes. He had a habit of writing down any difficult cultivation problems he encountered, and then writing them down after finding the answer.

When he has free time, he flips through it from time to time to review and learn something new.

Of course, he encrypted all of these notes.

After all, these notes contain records of his strength level, system principles, and other such information.

As for how to encrypt it, it's very simple: just change the records into text that only you can understand.

For example, Pinyin, Chinese characters, Pinyin, and the Japanese he used to study on his own to pick up girls.

In this way, no one but himself can see or understand it.

Just after finishing tidying up these notes, he inadvertently came across a small black booklet. This booklet was obtained from Luan Biao, the "Azure Scale Sword," and he had already checked it; it was a martial arts manual called the "Azure Scale Sword Technique."

However, Han Yi did not intend to practice this sword technique himself.

This Azure Scale Sword Technique leans towards sneak attacks and poisoning, and the corresponding combat style is kiting. He can use some of the theoretical knowledge in it to fill his knowledge base and as deduction material, but that's about all it can do.

The Azure Scale Sword Technique is at most a resource for his next martial arts deduction book.

As for why, it's simply because they don't think much of it.

This martial art can only be cultivated up to the Blood Refining stage, and it doesn't have any visualization diagrams or anything like that, so the level is too low.

However, this Azure Scale Sword Technique, combined with the Azure Scale Soft Sword, will likely be popular among lower-level martial artists.

Han Yi planned to sell these things next time he went to the market to buy meat. He had heard that the Ying family would hold small auctions at the market to make more money.

In the market, martial arts that involve practicing weapons are generally more expensive than those that involve practicing fist and foot techniques.

As for the Azure Scale Sword Technique, which includes both martial arts and matching weapons, Han Yi felt that the price wouldn't be cheap, which would be a good opportunity to make some extra money.

After all, he had already eaten nearly ten pounds of meat in just two days!

All told, it must have cost at least five hundred taels of silver!

This isn't cultivation; it's just burning money!

It should be noted that in Anyan City, a family of three would only spend ten taels of silver a year.

You can experience the increase in energy and strength after eating black bear meat, like a super-fast speed boost, but if you stop eating meat, you'll revert to your original snail-like pace.

This really made Han Yi feel uncomfortable. So, no matter how expensive the monster meat was, he had to buy it, and he had to buy a lot of it to eat every day.

However, this would cost a considerable amount of gold and silver.

Even if he happened to run into Luan Biao, this rich and fat sheep, next time, and the time after that... it's impossible to encounter such a wealthy and brainless person every time.

So we really need to find a way to earn some gold, silver, and banknotes...

Standing before the ashes and embers of the fire, Han Yi fell into deep thought.

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At night, a cold wind howled from the north, and the clouds chased by the wind suddenly gathered together, forming a dark mass of white, gray, and black clouds. The clouds condensed into rain, the rain gathered into snow, and the snow condensed into ice.

Crackling!

Although it was early spring, An'yan City felt as if it had returned to the coldest days of winter. A strange wind suddenly blew in, and instead of spring warmth and blooming flowers, it was hailing and snowing.

Large, fluffy snowflakes mixed with icicles fell straight down without stopping, like a volley of arrows, sending shivers down one's spine.

Fortunately, the wind came quickly and went quickly; the hail and snow only collapsed a few uninhabited thatched huts and smashed several stalls set up outside.

Even in the early morning, when the sunlight pierces through the clouds and falls upon An'yan City, while thousands of households are still immersed in the tranquility of sleep, specks of snow and ice have already melted and silently seeped into the depths of the soil.

"What the hell is this weather? Get up and move! Everyone's still sleeping this early in the morning!"

At the entrance of the black market, Lin Ping was shouting loudly, directing his outer disciples to clear the snow and water from the entrance.

Lin Ping was also an inner disciple on duty, just like Han Yi and Cai Yu.

He was mild-mannered, not tall, and had the appearance of an ordinary middle-aged man.

Even the most patient person, startled awake by the sudden heavy snow, might feel some resentment when getting up to work.

After a long period of activity, the gate, which had been blocked by mud, snow, and rain, was finally cleared again. Amidst the creaking and screeching of the oxcart wheels, batches of newcomers were transported into the black market, while countless brokers, intermediaries, and sellers hurriedly squeezed in.

From the depths of the black market, a terrified scream suddenly rang out.

Then came even more screams…

The rows of yellow wooden houses, which looked like cages, suddenly became agitated. Dozens of anxious vendors rushed to the servant who had screamed and pulled off the black cloth covering the wooden houses.

Looking inside, I saw a woman's face flushed with excitement. She had taken off all her thin clothes, and her skin was taut, revealing an abnormal blush as if it had been warmed by a fire.

Her face, with the corners of her mouth turned up, revealed a kind and beautiful smile, as if she had reconciled with this cruel world before her death.

"this…..."

Even though the seller was used to death, he was still somewhat bewildered at this moment.

He called to the others, and they rushed toward one curtain after another, quickly opening the curtains covering the room, but all they saw were those benevolent, mysterious smiles of death.

These wooden prefab houses were originally cage-like structures, made by nailing pieces of wood together with huge gaps, offering no protection from the wind at all.

Even each prefabricated house has a frameless square opening without a screen, making it convenient for buyers to choose.

In fact, in order to allow buyers to better observe the appearance, skin, and other conditions of the "goods," these women usually only wear a sheer veil!

Inside the prefabricated house, there were no beds or bedding, not even chairs; there was only a layer of thatched roof!

Therefore, the rapid drop in temperature last night, coupled with the sudden influx of snow and ice...

Soon, the women suffered from hypothermia and fell into a coma. The melting snow further soaked the thatch, making the situation even worse.

These women, who were already constantly hungry and cold, were physically weak and often bullied by others. How could their frail bodies possibly withstand such blows?

The seller lifted another black cloth, opened the wooden door, and went inside to check. The woman inside seemed to still be breathing!

A flicker of joy crossed his face, but immediately the woman broke free of his support, fell to the ground, gave him a strange smile, and then said in a cold, emotionless tone, "You...you...will...all...die..."

Meanwhile, in the other rooms, the women who were brought out by the servants, still breathing, were also smiling eerily…....

"I curse you all to descend to the eighteenth level of hell and die a horrible death!"

"I curse you, that you may suffer the same fate as us!"

"Curse! Curse!"

"Dead! Die! Die!"

And the air was filled with these hysterical and vicious curses from all directions.

In the black market, the vendors and servants froze, completely stunned. Goosebumps rose on their skin, and they trembled all over.

Perhaps she truly couldn't hold on any longer, the woman in front of the vendor let out a terrifying scream before her death: "You...you're all going to die!!!"

…....

…....

"what happened?"

At this moment, Lin Ping, accompanied by Xiao Ba, also rushed over.

The trading of live goods is the biggest source of profit for the Crimson Flame Sect's black market every day. If too little tax is collected during duty hours, one might be scolded and punished by the elders of the Internal Affairs Hall!

Upon seeing the horrific scene, Lin Ping and Xiao Ba's expressions changed.

"Arrange for a doctor to provide blankets immediately, and bring hot water and food as soon as possible!" But there was no time to think. Lin Ping, his face ashen, immediately began to give orders. No matter what, they had to try to save him.

After a while, after the doctor's examination and the disciples' tallying, Xiao Ba finally came over hesitantly with a small notebook in hand.

"Master Lin..."

"Tell me quickly, what was the result?!"

Seeing Xiao Ba's hesitant expression, Lin Ping felt a sense of foreboding, but he still braced himself and asked.

"Mr. Lin, the statistics say..."

Xiao Ba stammered as he read out the data from the notebook.

"This... how is this possible?!"

After listening to Xiao Ba's report, Lin Ping felt dizzy and disoriented.

In just one night, two-thirds of the women in these vast wooden shacks froze to death! But what did that have to do with him?

He clearly instructed his disciples to cover the temporary housing with tarpaulins...

And this is clearly springtime; in normal times of this season, these measures would be sufficient, but who knew…

This is such a big thing that he can no longer keep it a secret on his own!

Two-thirds of the living are dead, and the elders of the Internal Affairs Hall will surely punish him!

Lin Ping clenched his fists tightly, his veins bulging.

But then he looked over there again, at the steady stream of people coming and going—doctors, handymen, and anxious dental brokers…

But most women recovered slowly after taking hot herbal decoctions…....

At least a third of the goods are still there...

These women must be taken seriously and protected.

If they really ask about it later, we'll drag those sellers into it. They'll find out that they hid the good stuff and only supplied the weak and the leftovers to the black market!

Yes, that must be the case!

Lin Ping looked at the busy brokers who were cursing and yelling, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Having made so much money, it's time to give some back!

Once they fill the vacancies, this matter will be resolved!

Thinking of this, Lin Ping's honest face once again showed his previous gentle smile.

As for the two-thirds of the women who died, he didn't care at all, treating them as just a number.

It wasn't just him...

Merchants, servants, brokers, outer disciples—no one cared about the dead woman.

They are all used to it.

At this moment, they called out to the servants one by one, busying themselves with dealing with the corpses. These corpses were once pretty young women yesterday, but today they have become resentful and stiff dead bodies.

Moreover, because the young lady of "White Horse Escort Agency" committed suicide by crashing into a window last time, the buyer who was initially optimistic about the deal threw a huge tantrum.

Having learned from past mistakes, the women's limbs were tightly bound and securely fixed, making the movement and disposal of the bodies extremely difficult.

While everyone was busy, and no one paid attention to the wooden cabin that had been left vacant after the death of the young lady of the "White Horse Escort Agency," a strange change occurred...