Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 262 Aftermath

“…..”

Huang Ze also fell silent for a moment. When he was young, he did indeed wander into a strange realm while traveling in a remote mountain. Although he came out alive, he didn't know how he got out.

All he knew was that, faced with those unkillable monsters, he finally had a mental breakdown and turned to run. He just kept running and running, not knowing how long or how far he ran, before finally managing to escape with his life.

At that time, he had just entered the realm of martial arts and become a martial arts master. He was full of vigor and fearless.

As a result, after leaving the Ghost Realm, he was severely injured, and his cultivation level plummeted, unable to make any progress. At most, he would remain a first-level martial artist for life. From then on, his personality changed drastically, and he became addicted to alcohol, using it to drown his sorrows.

"I think... we can only wait for the people from the Extraordinary Affairs Bureau to come and resolve this..."

He thought for a moment, then said bitterly, "Everyone has their own expertise. Only the Department of Extraordinary Affairs can handle these kinds of demon and monster incidents. Only they can be considered exorcism experts."

"Why…..."

Qu Jingxian sighed. He wasn't blaming Huang Ze; he was just somewhat helpless. Such a large-scale paranormal event happening on his own territory was troublesome enough in terms of just trying to solve it, but the aftermath would probably be even more difficult.

"Who are the elders who are not currently out on missions and are still in the city?" He sighed, then quickly composed himself and turned to ask his trusted disciple beside him.

The trusted disciple immediately replied, "Those still in the city are Elder Li Chengfeng, Elder Song Qing, and Granny Ding from the Library Pavilion... The others are out on business and are not in the city."

"Have you notified everyone?"

Qu Jingxian asked again.

"I just sent someone over, they should be here soon."

"So now... it seems we can only wait..."

He clenched his fist helplessly, then relaxed it. Although he was a second-level martial artist, there were too many dangers in the Ghost Realm, and he had never experienced them. He did not want to end up like Huang Ze, whose cultivation could not improve for the rest of his life.

"By the way, who is the disciple on duty at the black market tonight?"

Huang Ze suddenly spoke up, asking about that trusted disciple.

"Hmm... let me see..." The trusted disciple quickly pulled out a yellow sheet of paper from his pocket and carefully counted the dates. After a while, he looked up and said, "Reporting to Elder Huang, the disciple on duty today... is Han Yi, Junior Brother Han."

"Han Yi?!"

Huang Ze was momentarily stunned. How could it be such a coincidence? His closest friend's successor had clearly been entrusted to him, instructing him to take good care of him. How could this happen today...?

"Han Yi?"

Qu Jingxian narrowed his eyes; the name sounded familiar. He quickly remembered.

Isn't that his senior brother Bai, the disciple he once asked to take good care of?

At that time, Senior Brother Bai even left him a letter, giving him instructions and advice.

He looked up at Huang Ze, who also happened to look up at him.

Both of them gave a bitter laugh. "Fate, this is fate. When I was young, I always had lofty ambitions, believing that man can conquer nature, but in the end, it was all for nothing..."

Huang Ze's face was filled with sorrow as he continued to mutter to himself, "Senior Brother Bai originally had a fine son, exceptionally talented, who could open his meridians and cultivate internal energy at a young age. But fate was cruel; I don't know if he was harmed by an evil person or what, but he just mysteriously disappeared..."

Later, Senior Brother Bai found this little guy, Han Yi, to be his successor. Although this little guy's talent wasn't that outstanding, he was grateful, steady, and truly a good child. Now, however, this kind of thing has happened…”

Finally, Huang Ze sighed deeply, turned to Qu Jingxian, and said, "Old Qu, tell me, isn't this just fate... just like when I was young..."

“…..”

Qu Jingxian remained silent, his own thoughts stirred by the somber atmosphere. Yes, fate, this is fate!

He's destined to be a deputy sect leader for life...

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In the black market, on an open ground.

After making all the preparations, Han Yi slowly walked to the front of the crowd and raised a torch.

"Burn it for me!"

He turned around and roared.

"burn!"

Shen San also cooperated with Han Yi, shouting loudly.

Immediately, the remaining seven or eight disciples took out torches and bows and arrows and aimed them at the black market.

Whoosh! Dozens of rockets shot into the black market like dozens of sparks. The rockets landed on dry firewood soaked in kerosene, and sparks were generated in an instant, which were particularly conspicuous in the thick darkness.

The red flames grew larger and larger, quickly becoming more and more intensely red, until a raging inferno rose up.

Han Yi threw out a torch, lit another, and stared coldly at the gradually burning black market, his expression unchanged, remaining motionless.

hiss…...

The fire grew increasingly fierce, and faint, intermittent sounds resembling the cries of a woman or a baby could be heard, sending chills down one's spine.

Although he dispersed the vortex of yin energy, many resentful spirits still remained in the black market, which was another reason why he wanted to wash the ground with fire.

"Master Han, the firewood on all four sides has been lit."

Shen San licked his lips and stepped forward to report.

"Keep releasing them!" Han Yi said in a deep voice. "Yes!"

The disciples continued to nock arrows, draw their bows, and ignite the oil packets on the arrowheads.

Chichichichichichi!!!

Another round of rockets was launched, crashing heavily into the black market.

Han Yi, on the other hand, bit his index finger and threw out the last Yangyan Arrow in his arms, suppressing the loss of life force within him.

suddenly!

Thick black smoke blotted out the sky, and the entire black market was engulfed in flames.

Gradually, only the crackling sound of the flames remained; all other sounds disappeared completely…

The gray mist clinging to the gate slowly, subtly, and silently faded away...

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"Sect Leader Qu, what happened?!"

Outside the black market, a stocky, muscular old man with a short, thick neck and particularly well-developed neck muscles hurried over. This was Song Mu, the head of the External Affairs Hall, and also the father of Song Qing, who had a minor grudge against Han Yi.

Qu Jingxian, with a gloomy face, pointed in the direction of the black market.

Song Mu was also greatly surprised. Although he was a newly appointed hall master in recent years and a junior of Qu Jingxian, Huang Ze and others, he had seen a lot of the world.

In particular, unlike the Internal Affairs Hall, which is only responsible for matters within the sect, he, as the head of the External Affairs Hall, was originally responsible for handling mostly external tasks, such as developing trade routes, seizing territory, and seizing resources. These things can all be considered man-made disasters.

In addition, these things mostly happen outside the city, usually in remote, desolate places. So sometimes, they also encounter some strange and inexplicable misfortunes.

Thinking of this, Song Mu shuddered.

Several years ago, he personally handled a black calamity. A disciple suddenly went missing while on a mission. When he was found, he was lying under an old locust tree by the Qingxi River outside the city, covered in black hair, and would frantically bite people's necks whenever he saw them.

There was no other way, so he had to take matters into his own hands. As a martial arts master who had reached the level of internal strength, he had to use many methods to finally defeat that invulnerable and incredibly strong thing. Of course, he also had to take a lot of good medicine and recuperate for several days afterward to recover.

After this incident, he became concerned about these ghostly matters and was forced to seek a lot of information. He would avoid what he could avoid and return to the Strange Affairs Office for help when he couldn't avoid it.

Fortunately, such incidents as the Black Calamity occur very infrequently; most of the time, they are resolved by the Extraordinary Affairs Office before the Extraordinary Affairs Office can even make contact with them.

And the scene before my eyes...

Undoubtedly, the most unsolvable thing in the Black Calamity is the Ghost Realm!

"The city! The city! How could a ghost realm appear?!"

He looked shocked and asked Qu Jingxian in a panic.

"How would I know?!" Qu Jingxian replied impatiently, his heart filled with irritation. He turned to look at his trusted disciple and asked, "Where are the others? Where's Li Chengfeng? Isn't he quite knowledgeable about these matters? Why isn't he here yet?"

"Reporting to the Sect Master, I have already sent someone to inform him. Granny Ding needs to stay at headquarters to guard against any troublemakers, but Elder Li..." The trusted disciple paused, organizing his thoughts, and continued, "But Elder Li seems to be away from home. His family doesn't know where he went either..."

"He's not home. It's so late at night, where could he be?"

Qu Jingxian was slightly taken aback, and was about to say something.

"Zongzhu Qu!"

A middle-aged man with a refined appearance, wearing a light blue robe and shoes that were asymmetrical, walked anxiously toward him.

Qu Jingxian's thoughts were instantly interrupted. He looked at the middle-aged man with dissatisfaction and said sarcastically, "Deacon Yi, it seems that your Extraordinary Affairs Office has been very busy lately. Well, it is normal for the Extraordinary Affairs Office to be busy with such great responsibilities."

"Sect Leader Qu, this really isn't our fault..."

The middle-aged man who came was none other than Steward Yi, who was in charge of the Extraordinary Affairs Office. He wasn't angry, but explained with a wry smile.

"In the first half of the night, an aura similar to that of demons was detected near Anyan City. Two Xuanjia Guards went to deal with it with the Heavenly Mirror, and they haven't returned yet. Who would have thought that something like this would happen in the city..."

After speaking, he sighed helplessly. A few days ago, he received information that a wealthy family surnamed Liu in Chang Le Fang had been completely massacred, which he found suspicious, but before he could even begin his investigation…

This kind of thing has happened again....