Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 261 Aftermath (Part 1)

These outer disciples immediately became fully alert. Having experienced many things, these disciples had become qualified martial artists.

In this black market, they might be the only living people left. If they suddenly appear, who knows what kind of ghosts or evil creatures they might be?

"Ahem..."

A coughing sound came from the wind, and they reached for their waist pouches. The visitors were not friendly; good intentions are not welcome. To deal with evil spirits, one must use talismans and expend some energy, which is better than dying.

A gentle breeze dispersed the dark clouds, and moonlight shone through a hole, like rows of moon-white pillars gathering in the darkness ahead.

The footsteps grew closer, and finally, a figure appeared in the white moonlight. Bathed in the clear moonlight, he seemed draped in a moon veil, like a god bathed in blood. Han Yi was clutching his chest, slowly walking towards them, step by step.

At this moment, a pungent, rotten stench emanated from his chest. This was the result of the severe injury from Danyangzi's black tongue, which had almost pierced his heart. Now, the wound had been corroded by the unknown toxins attached to that black tongue, turning it black and causing it to stink.

He held a long knife in his other hand, with a few drops of congealed blood on his shoulder and the knife. He also had several thick booklets tucked under his arm.

Han Yi felt a burning pain in his chest. The poison was trying to break through the blockade of the Qianyang Force and spread deeper. Although his Qianyang Force was effective in recovery, the wounds caused by poisoning were indeed difficult to heal.

He raised an eyebrow, hardened his heart, and directly used the Dragon Force, utilizing its fire and poison properties to burn away the uninjured area around the wound, rendering it inactive. Instantly, the toxins on his chest were also isolated.

At the same time, his complexion became even worse, and large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Master Han!"

When Shen San saw Han Yi walking by the roadside, covered in blood and looking disheveled, he was immediately shocked. He took a quick step and caught Han Yi in one go.

"Are you alright?!"

His anxious expression revealed his true feelings; he genuinely regarded Han Yidan as his idol.

When the people around saw that it was Han Yi and not some ghost or evil spirit, they shouted and swarmed around him.

"Are you okay?"

"Master Han..."

"It's alright. Why are only a few of you left? Where are the others?"

Han Yi had clearly instructed them to stay where they were and not wander off before he left, yet something still happened, making it difficult for him to find them. "Master Han, it's like this..."

As Shen San explained, he took out wound medicine from his waist pouch and prepared to apply the powder to the wound.

"I will do it myself."

Han Yi took the medicine and applied it while listening. He first treated the exposed wounds, then tore open his upper body clothes to reveal the wounds on his shoulder and chest.

"At that time, that..."

When Shen San saw the wounds on Han Yi's body, he was immediately shocked. The two wounds were purplish-black, clearly indicating poisoning, and the flesh was rotting.

hiss…...

The surrounding disciples all gasped in shock.

"It's alright, continue. It looks like poisoning, but I've already taken the antidote. I just need to go back and cut off the rotten flesh."

Han Yi sprinkled the medicinal powder on the wound and spread it evenly. Sweat instantly beaded on his forehead as he endured the pain.

Shen San had no choice but to continue.

"So that's how it is..."

Han Yi glanced at the wounds on everyone's bodies. After he left, this kind of change happened. No wonder so few people survived.

"Alright, stop crowding around here. Shen San, you take these few to the north, and the rest of you go south..."

Han Yi roused himself and began to give instructions.

He held a torch in one hand, watching the outer disciples busily carrying flammable materials such as oil and firewood.

"What other way to handle the aftermath could be better than burning all the information..."

A cold smile appeared on his lips as he muttered to himself.

He had just fought Danyangzi for so long; anyone with eyes could see at a glance that the traces left by the aftershocks of the battle couldn't have been done by a mere Blood Refining disciple. "Everyone, come here!"

Seeing that everything was almost ready, Han Yi shouted and summoned everyone to the open space in front of the black market…

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Near the black market, there was a faint, thin, wispy gray mist that floated and drifted in the night, showing no signs of anything unusual.

"It's the middle of the night, the air is dry, be careful with fire~ Lock doors and windows, and be aware of burglaries~"

A night watchman walked toward the black market, and as usual, he tried to push open the side door to enter.

what! ! ! ! ! !

Unexpectedly, as soon as he placed his hand on the door, a sharp pain shot through his palm.

He tried to pull his hand back, but a large amount of gray mist, like greedy wild dogs, clung tightly to his palm, then his entire arm, and then quickly spread to his whole body.

what! ! !

In the end, he could only let out a desperate scream before his entire body melted into the gray mist like wax.

Although the black market is located in a remote corner, it is a place where money is made every day and the profits are huge. It is a trading place that the Crimson Flame Sect values. There are also many constables and police officers patrolling back and forth on the street in front of the black market.

At that moment, they all heard the scream and quickly gathered at the spot where the watchman had disappeared.

"Why is there nothing here?"

A patrol of four constables, each dressed in brown leather armor and carrying a two-foot-long knife, heard such a pitiful cry that they initially thought a murder had occurred. However, when they arrived at the scene, there was no one there.

"Maybe I misheard. Come on, how about we go grab a few drinks later?"

"I happen to have a jar of baijiu stored at Fulinlou. Let's go and have some together."

"Excellent, excellent! Let's go, let's go together..."

They all thought it was a false alarm and looked relaxed. Anyway, nothing usually happens here; it's just a formality.

"That is..."

Although the person had disappeared, the watchman's clapper and lantern fell to the ground. A sharp-eyed constable walked over and went to pick them up to examine them.

The lantern and clapper fell in the shadows next to the small door, and there were still some blurry things on them.

But in the blink of an eye, the lantern and the clapper became clear again. There was nothing unusual about them; they were just two ordinary things. The constable rubbed his eyelids, thinking it was because it was dark and he had stayed up all night and his eyes were blurry.

He didn't pay any attention, walked over in a few steps, and picked up the lantern. Ah!!!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he picked up the lantern handle, a large amount of gray mist instantly flowed through the lantern and onto his body. He felt a sharp pain in his arm and tried to let go, but he couldn't. He was both shocked and in pain, and screamed in fright.

"What's wrong?!"

The other three constables, who had been laughing and joking nearby, suddenly panicked and ran over to check the situation.

The two men running ahead first grabbed the constable who was shouting frantically, wanting to see what was wrong with him.

what! ! !

Unexpectedly, as soon as they made their move, the gray mist seemed to have a life of its own, stretching out viciously like a venomous snake and entangling the two of them.

The three of them screamed in agony at the same time.

The man running at the back was so frightened that his crotch became slightly wet. He was hesitating about what to do when, in just a few breaths, the three people enveloped in the gray mist melted into a pool of black water, as if butter had been exposed to high temperatures, and were then absorbed.

Ding-ling-dang-dang~

Only three waist knives fell helplessly to the ground.

"Ghost, ghost!!!"

The constable running at the very back was so frightened that he wet his pants and was nearly driven insane by the scene before him. He was just an ordinary person with only a few rudimentary skills and had never seen anything like the world; otherwise, he wouldn't be working so hard all night.

He frantically fled backward, shouting as he ran.

In an instant, the entire city of Anyan was alarmed by the strange occurrences taking place in the black market.

In families with children, the woman would soothe the child while the man carefully put on his clothes and went out to check on the situation.

Many people left their homes, some wandering the streets, some exchanging information, and others following the source of the gray fog to the vicinity of the black market, where they stopped and looked out at the distant black market.

The once bustling black market, teeming with people, has been reduced to a deep, dark expanse, devoid of any light, resembling the underworld.

"You guard the inner gate and don't let anyone get close. I'm going to report to the elders."

Soon, the disciples on night duty at the Crimson Flame Sect headquarters also noticed the anomaly in the black market. Their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly reported it to their superiors.

In just a few breaths…

The inner city immediately became noisy.

The spring chill was biting, and the night was cold. Huang Ze dared not delay. He woke up Huang Xiuxiu and Jiu'er, hurriedly dressed, and ran towards the home of the deputy sect leader, Qu Jingxian.

Because it involved the black market, which was under the jurisdiction of the Internal Affairs Hall, the disciple on duty reported it to Huang Ze first. Huang Ze was anxious upon receiving the news, but he only thought it was an isolated incident and didn't think much of it.

The deputy sect leader, Qu Jingxian, wearing only a single garment, led dozens of inner disciples and then a group of outer disciples and servants, along with fire-fighting tools such as large and small buckets, and rushed to the black market.

However, when they arrived at the black market, they were dumbfounded...

"This is?!"

Huang Ze was stunned. The black market gate, the walls, and the edges of the buildings were all covered with a gloomy black mist.

That biting coldness could be felt even without touching it.

"This feeling... doesn't seem like an enemy attack..."

Huang Ze gazed at the pitch-black black market, his expression grave. He reached out and gently touched something in the gray mist. *Hiss...*

A piercing pain quickly spread from my fingers throughout my body.

Huang Ze watched as the flesh on his index finger rapidly turned black and then dried up after he touched the gray fog, as if he had been poisoned or contaminated with a corrosive toxin. The flesh on his fingertip shriveled up quickly, like a deflated balloon, all wrinkled and crumpled.

puff!

Huang Ze acted decisively, quickly and ruthlessly cutting off a small piece of flesh from the tip of his finger.

The black mass of flesh fell to the ground, quickly emitted black smoke, and disappeared.

All the energy within his body surged wildly toward his fingers, continuing to neutralize the remaining bits of black flesh and blood.

"There's no mistake, this is yin energy!"

Qu Jingxian's face was extremely grim. He stated his conclusion with absolute certainty, "That's right! But how could there be yin energy appearing in the city?!"

Huang Ze was in so much pain that sweat beaded on his forehead and veins bulged on his neck. He carefully examined the black mark on his fingers, which gradually faded away after he had exhausted a lot of his strength.

The tiny speck of black flesh and blood, no bigger than a sesame seed, took more than 80% of his strength to remove.

It's important to understand that although he had suffered severe injuries and his energy reserves were not as abundant as those of a normal martial artist, the Pure Light Energy he cultivated was predominantly yang and had a purifying function. The fact that such a small amount of yin energy had consumed so much of his energy was enough to demonstrate that the concentration of yin energy in the black market before him was unimaginably high, a level rarely seen in his life.

Huang Ze picked up the knife again and carefully cut away the piece of flesh. Although the pain was unbearable, he endured the agony and carefully dug out the black flesh.

Although a martial artist who has reached the level of internal strength can use their internal strength to resist yin energy, once their internal strength is exhausted, they will be unable to suppress the yin energy, which will then enter their body. In such cases, they may suffer from a serious illness or even die.

"Such a high concentration of Yin energy can probably only be produced in a Ghost Domain of the Gray Domain level!"

The moment he unearthed the black substance, Huang Ze could no longer hold back and gasped in shock.

"Uncanny Realm?!"

Qu Jingxian's face turned even uglier. Huang Ze had traveled extensively in his youth and was very knowledgeable. The serious injuries he had sustained were from when he accidentally entered a strange realm in his youth.

If it were in the city, or within the territory of the Crimson Flame Sect, a strange domain would appear…

That Scarlet Flame Sect...

The scene that followed was too beautiful for Qu Jingxian to even imagine.

"Why hasn't that bunch of useless trash from the Extraordinary Affairs Department shown up yet?!"

His usual calm expression had vanished, replaced by anger, anxiety, and a hint of worry and fear.

Within An'yan City, the four major clans, including the Crimson Flame Sect, are in charge of affairs, while the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs is responsible for handling supernatural events involving demons and monsters. Now, a bizarre realm has inexplicably appeared within the city… yet not a single member of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs has come…

"I've already sent someone to inform them..."

After applying the medicinal powder, Huang Ze's complexion improved slightly. He paused for a moment, then hesitated before saying, "Old Qu, I wonder if the Sect Master..."

"Don't mention him!"

Mentioning the sect leader Zan Yang made Qu Jingxian even more agitated. Before leaving, Zan Yang had instructed him to take good care of the territory, but who knew that such a major event would occur on the sect's territory after he left.

It's been so many days, and I don't know what Xuan Yang has been busy with. He hasn't come back. He's having an easy time, but I've been left with all the mess and heavy work! Qu Jingxian paced back and forth in front of the black market gate several times, feeling even worse.

"I will use emergency communication methods to get Xianyang back as soon as possible. The sect leader's matter can be put aside for now. Huang Ze, haven't you met Gray Domain? Tell me what we should do now?"

He thought for a while before suppressing the irritation on his face and speaking calmly.