Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 265 Secrets (Part 2)

The doctor looked up at Han Yi, who seemed to be in relatively good spirits, and felt a chill run down his spine. The fact that Han Yi was still alive and sitting here while he treated his wounds... it completely overturned all the medical knowledge he had ever learned in his life.

"These two wounds were likely caused by some kind of weapon that was forcefully inserted deep into the flesh. It looks like the weapon was also poisonous, which is why the wounds have turned black and rotten."

The doctor looked at the deep wound, several inches deep in the flesh, especially the bowl-sized black flesh on the chest, and was somewhat astonished. Logically speaking, it was unlikely that anyone could withstand such an injury.

hiss…...

Hearing this, Shen San felt a chill run down his spine. What had happened to Master Han in the black market that caused him to suffer such serious injuries?

"No need for further explanation, just treat my wound properly. Shouldn't you just cut away this rotten flesh?" Han Yi said in a deep voice.

“That’s true… but…” The doctor looked at Han Yi with some difficulty, then at Huang Ze, and hesitated, “But with such a large wound, if the whole piece is cut off, the amount of bleeding… most people simply couldn’t withstand it…”

"It's alright. Looking at his wound, it seems the skin and flesh have been burned and charred, but the bleeding around the wound has stopped. There's no problem."

Huang Ze also stepped aside, observing Han Yi's injuries and offering his analysis.

Around Han Yi's two wounds were several scabs formed from charred flesh, seemingly indicating that the bleeding had been stopped by burning the wounds with a torch. Of course, this was actually a similar effect caused by the fire poison properties of his Dragon Force technique used to treat the wounds.

"Just put the wound on a fire and burn it?"

The doctor was somewhat speechless. When there is excessive bleeding, burning the wound with high temperature can char and stick the ends of the bleeding blood vessels together, which in theory can stop the bleeding.

However, this only applies to small-area injuries such as lacerations and abrasions. For a wound as large as Han Yi's, especially on such an important area as the chest, using fire to stop the bleeding would likely result in the person dying before the bleeding was stopped.

'This Elder Huang, although knowledgeable and experienced, still lacks expertise in this area…'

The doctor shook his head, wanting to say something to refute Huang Ze.

"Stop talking nonsense, the bleeding has stopped, hurry up and treat my wound."

At this moment, Han Yi said impatiently, "I don't know if this doctor is here to treat my illness or just to chat. Why is he talking so much? If he keeps chatting like this, won't it be revealed that I used the Dragon Force to seal the bleeding wound?"

"This injury..."

So, before the doctor could even finish uttering a single sentence, Han Yi looked at him with displeasure and displeasure.

"Yes, yes, yes..." the old doctor quickly replied. He took out a sharp knife, ready to start. No matter what method was used to stop the bleeding, it seemed to be effective, and he only needed to treat the wound himself.

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle...*

A scalpel, about two fingers long, thin as a cicada's wing, shaped like a willow leaf, and incredibly sharp, slowly moved across the rotting flesh on Han Yi's shoulder.

The old doctor skillfully gripped the scalpel and began cutting away the rotten flesh from Han Yi's shoulder, followed by the poisoned rotten flesh on his chest.

Huang Ze watched the doctor's movements intently. Such a vital area could be fatal if not handled carefully. Han Yi, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned, his face calm and relaxed. This doctor was just an ordinary person. Although the knife in his hand was sharp, his muscles were strong, his bones were as hard as steel, and he had a constant flow of internal energy. He could react instantly to any threatening move from the doctor.

Moreover, he has long since become a true second-level martial arts master, much stronger than Huang Ze beside him. His reaction speed far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people. He can even react to Dan Yangzi's almost instantaneous movement, let alone this.

The silver knife carefully cut away the charred, rotten flesh from Han Yi's wound, then placed it in a prepared black cloth bag.

Han Yi stood motionless, his clothes open, veins bulging on his neck, his hands gripping the teacup tightly.

Huang Ze and Shen San stood silently by, carefully watching the doctor's movements.

It took a full half hour for the physician, drenched in sweat and visibly exhausted, to finally remove the dagger from Han Yi's body. "Mission accomplished!" He was also relieved. As the resident physician of the Crimson Flame Sect, although he had no ill intentions towards Han Yi and had handled the case diligently, the presence of an elder watching him closely put him under immense pressure.

"Thank you, doctor." Han Yi nodded. After the necrotic flesh on the wound was removed, he indeed felt a tingling sensation. He knew that this was the result of the Qianyang Energy's rejuvenating effect taking effect after the poisonous necrotic flesh was removed.

But with Huang Ze still standing by, he could only temporarily suppress his strength and pretend to be weak and exhausted.

"Although your wound hasn't damaged any internal organs, it will take at least a hundred days of recuperation to fully heal. During this time, you need to pay attention to your diet, avoiding spicy, heavily seasoned, and irritating foods. Your diet should be light..." The doctor applied some topical medicine powder to the wound and bandaged it while instructing Han Yi.

"Also, here's the prescription. Come and collect the herbs. Take three doses daily, orally. Do not leave them overnight. Change the dressing on the wound every three days."

Finally, the doctor took out banknotes from his medicine box and scribbled a long string of medicine names on the paper like a ghost's scribbles before getting up to leave.

"I'll take my leave now. I hope Han will get some rest so his injuries can heal faster."

"Thank you!" Han Yi gave Shen San a wink, signaling him to see the guest out, and said, "Shen San, you can take the prescription and bring the medicine back with you."

He doesn't plan to return to the Bai family compound for the next few days. He wants to wait until everything is settled before going back. After all, the matters in the black market haven't been resolved yet, and there are still quite a few troublesome things to deal with. Staying here will make it easier to handle them.

In this sanatorium, he would definitely have to pretend to be seriously ill, and there would be some odd jobs that needed to be done. He needed someone to run errands, and Shen San was a rather clever young man who treated him with great respect, so he might as well keep him. Anyway, it was just a matter of him saying a word.

"Yes, Master Han!"

Upon hearing this, Shen San was overjoyed. He was a clever young man, and he immediately understood the implication in Han Yi's words.

In the black market, Han Yi had a very high reputation and prestige. He already respected Han Yi a lot, and his performance in handling those supernatural events last night made him even more adoring of Han Yi.

Besides, working for Han Yi was much easier than doing those dirty and tiring jobs in the black market. Moreover, now that the black market was gone, he was worried about being expelled. After all, outer disciples weren't official members and had no human rights; if they were told to leave, they had to.

Now that we've latched onto Han Yi, things will at least be a little more comfortable for us from now on.

Then, he followed the doctor out of the room. Han Yi and Huang Ze were left inside once more. The warm sun shone through the window lattice, casting bright, irregularly sized dappled patterns on the ground. Before they knew it, the morning had passed.

Han Yi was silent for a moment, then cupped his hands to Huang Ze, who was sitting in a chair, and asked in a half-joking manner, "Elder Huang, I wonder if you could explain to me the ghosts and evil spirits you have seen, so that I can understand the dangers involved and run as far away as possible if I encounter such things again in the future."

Since Huang Ze knew a great deal about these things, he wanted to gather some information about ghosts that he didn't know about from Huang Ze.

Last night, Huang Ze was worried that he had failed Bai Sanren's entrustment and hadn't taken good care of Han Yi. Now that Han Yi was alive and well, he naturally answered all questions. He smiled and said, "It's a small matter. There are countless kinds of Yin creatures. First of all, the most common one is the Corpse Soul. It is generally a ghost that becomes after a person dies because the corpse has too much Yin energy. Its characteristics are that the whole body is stiff, the fingernails are black and sharp, the face is blue and the fangs are sharp, the skin is pale, the skin is copper and the bones are iron, and it is impervious to swords and spears and is extremely difficult to deal with..."

"Corpse Soul?" Han Yi chewed on the two words carefully. He immediately thought of the ghosts that Xiao Ba and the escort agency girl had transformed into, and their behavior and characteristics matched Huang Ze's description.

"Then there are vengeful spirits, which are common ghosts and spirits, except that they died with resentment and harbor extreme malice towards the living..."

Huang Ze immediately began to explain to Han Yi the more than ten kinds of Yin creatures he had seen. According to him, there were basically no two Yin creatures that he had seen the same one twice. There were countless kinds of Yin creatures, and their abilities were also very different.

Han Yi also felt his eyes were opened. The information about ghosts and monsters that Huang Ze mentioned was completely different from the peach tree spirit and wild dog he had seen before. He had never heard of them before. Although he might not be able to encounter them, he had still gained some knowledge.

Seeing Han Yi listening attentively, Huang Ze grew increasingly excited as he spoke. He was already quite old, and few people could engage in conversation with him like this, let alone listen attentively. Therefore, he shared almost everything he knew and experienced with Han Yi. Time flowed slowly between the old man and the young man, as they listened and spoke…

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At midday, the sun was high in the sky.

In the black market, Qu Jingxian stood before the raging fire, expressionless and motionless, seemingly indifferent. However, the clenched fist at his side revealed that his inner state was not as calm as it appeared.

The fire started burning at dawn and burned for several hours. By noon, the flames had only shrunk by half a circle.

According to the people in the Strange Affairs Bureau, this is because the black market is filled with too much yin energy and resentment, and the Yangyan Arrow uses yin energy as fuel, which is why this situation occurs.

Therefore, although the fire was fierce, it did not spread; it only burned within the black market area and did not cause panic in the surrounding market.

only…...

This black market is ruined...

Qu Jingxian sighed inwardly. Even if people didn't panic, the black market, which the Crimson Flame Sect had built with a lot of manpower and financial resources, would probably be reduced to ashes.

Let's not even mention the money that the Crimson Flame Sect needs to compensate those big intermediaries and brokers.

The cleanup of the ruins alone will take a lot of time and effort, and even if the buildings and streets are replanned, this place will never regain its former glory.

After all, so many people and so many lives were burned to death. Even if it were rebuilt, it would only be rejected by people.

Standing here, he had already heard quite a few rumors thanks to his keen hearing as a martial arts master.

This place is an ominous place, it's retribution, it's divine punishment...

Rumors are flying everywhere...

But there was nothing he could do. After all, the fire hadn't even been extinguished yet, so any words he could say would be futile.

A tall figure suddenly appeared behind him, drawing all the light and attention.

"Um?!"

Qu Jingxian felt a chill run down his spine, and all his strength seemed to want to burst forth. Although he had been a little absent-minded just now, anyone could have silently crept up behind him.

He is a second-level martial arts master who has been practicing for many years!

Snapped!

A large hand pressed down on Qu Jingxian's shoulder, and the immense force suppressed all his flowing energy, rendering him unable to move.

Qu Jingxian was terrified and wanted to draw his long sword to fight back.

"Old Qu, why do you look so miserable? What happened? Did someone slap you in the face?"

A familiar voice rang out, and Qu Jingxian was taken aback at first, then gave a wry smile: "You're back?"

"Yes, I'm back. If I hadn't come back, the house would have been in complete chaos..."

There was a hint of weariness in his voice.

"An unformed, eerie realm..."

call!

The tall figure suddenly disappeared again, and the next moment, he appeared out of thin air above the fire.

"Secret Technique - Rising Sun Hand!"

With a loud shout, the raging flames in the black market inexplicably shrank by three inches.

In the next instant, fire snakes danced wildly, and a huge pillar of fire, resembling a thick fire python, leaped out of the sea of ​​fire, absorbing the flames that swept in from the surrounding area, and then slowly rose up, circling around the person.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the fire python plummeted downwards like a meteor from the heavens, instantly dissipating all the yin energy, resentment, and other disharmonious auras. The raging sea of ​​fire gradually subsided, calmed, and extinguished.

thump thump thump...

In the slowly dying embers of the fire, a tall and imposing figure emerged from the flames. Wherever he passed, all the flames bowed their heads, as if welcoming their emperor.

At that moment, everyone present lowered their heads, filled with respect, reverence, and even fanaticism, and shouted in unison.

"metropolitan!"

Even Qu Jingxian, who was always dissatisfied with only serving as the deputy sect leader and was arrogant and self-important, lowered his head.

Although he disliked being called the Vice Sect Master, deep down he knew that this was all he would ever be...