Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 277 The Palace of a Thousand Flowers

"The Golden Feather Robe...made by Master Lian Fangzi using snow silk mixed with gold thread...light and thin, if a slender lady wears it, she will look like a celestial maiden descending to earth..." On the stage, Manager Ying Xu chuckled, letting out a lewd laugh, and a maid wearing the Golden Feather Robe walked onto the stage.

Han Yi looked around and saw that the beautiful maid was wearing a golden feather robe that made it seem like she was wearing nothing at all, with large areas of her snow-white skin exposed, barely covering her three vital parts.

Once the golden feather robe was displayed, the wealthy young men and gentlemen in the hall quickly became excited and started bidding wildly.

These rich young masters, who love to seek pleasure, find martial arts training arduous and tiring, since they can be hired with money anyway, so they have no interest in martial arts training. However, they are very interested in these strange and unusual ways of playing.

Even the elderly man to Han Yi's right, who was over sixty years old, had a flushed face and was breathing rapidly, constantly holding up his sign and calling out prices.

'Isn't this just those so-called sexy lingerie for women from my past life... and they even call it a celestial maiden descending to earth...' Han Yi was speechless, but he still patiently continued watching. There was nothing he could do; the auction wasn't over yet, and they hadn't given him the money!

"Double-headed jade glass...starting bid 1,000 taels..."

"Seven Fragrance Red Jade Crown..."

As Ying Xu announced the exhibits one after another, rare antiques and treasures were brought out, leaving Han Yi dazzled and greatly broadening his horizons.

"Double dragon patterned fish jade pendant, everyone please take a good look. This is a fine item that was just thrown out of the ground. It hasn't even had time to wash off the mud smell. It's a true masterpiece..." Ying Xu chuckled and had his servant take a jade pendant from the red box behind him and place it on the red cloth.

'Dug out of the ground? Burial goods?'

Han Yi's heart skipped a beat. He had previously had an idea to investigate the source of this yin energy, wondering if there was any alternative channel...

At this moment, Ying Xu carefully picked up the jade pendant and took out a candle to illuminate it.

Under bright light, the jade pendant has a soft texture, is round and exquisite, delicate and smooth, and has a faint reddish hue.

Most importantly, when Han Yi looked at the jade bracelet, a chilling, sinister aura emanated from it.

"Could I take it down for inspection...?"

He wanted to say something.

Bang!

Suddenly, the tightly closed vermilion doors of the hall were violently pushed open from the outside. "Who goes there!"

"stop!"

Near the entrance, a group of disciples guarding the Ying Family Fortress blocked their way.

Although this auction wasn't a secretive or large-scale event, it was only right and proper to at least give the host, the Ying Family Fortress, some face before barging in...

"Stop right there, or we'll take action..."

A member of the Ying family, who looked like a minor leader, placed his hand on the scabbard at his waist.

boom!

But before he could finish speaking, he kicked one of the guards away. Then, a scabbard swept in from outside the door and swiftly struck the chests of several guards.

Bang bang bang! ! !

In an instant, several guards blocking the doorway were swept away, crashing to the ground and screaming in pain, vomiting blood. It was clear they were going to die.

"Senior Sister Ying, walk slowly, don't get your feet dirty from the things on the ground."

A tall man with a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in a black outfit, strode in and bowed as he spread a red cloth on the ground.

"Hmm." A cool, indifferent reply.

A woman in a white dress and veil stepped lightly onto the red carpet and walked slowly in, her steps graceful.

The woman had a curvaceous figure with a slender waist. Her white dress perfectly accentuated her long, shapely legs. She wore white silk gloves on her arms, and beneath her veil, a pink petal mark could be vaguely seen between her eyebrows.

"Senior Sister Ying, I heard that the clues to Luan Biao's Azure Scale Sword were found here..." The man greeted the woman with a fawning smile and respectfully ushered her in.

"Find the item quickly, this little place is so boring..." the veiled woman said calmly, her voice as clear as a nightingale's song, or as still as a frozen spring on a snow-capped mountain.

"Yes, Senior Sister Ying!" the man replied, still acting like a sycophant.

Then, he turned around, his face solemn, and shouted sternly, "When Wanhua Palace is handling matters, no one is allowed to move!"

The stark contrast between his previous deferential attitude and his later obsequious demeanor is astonishing.

He exuded an imposing aura, his voice like a mighty bronze bell, and his sharp shout even caused the candlelight in the corner of the hall to shake violently.

This was clearly a martial arts master who had reached the Energized Realm!

Furthermore, the fact that he killed several guards with a single move stunned everyone.

Ying Xu's expression shifted from sunny to cloudy, then from angry to joy. He suppressed his anger and respectfully smiled, "This martial arts master, may I ask what brings you to my Ying Family Fort Auction? If my master were to learn of this, he would certainly welcome you with open arms." Although he didn't know why this unfamiliar martial arts master had suddenly barged in or what his purpose was, he knew the visitor was not friendly.

His words, a combination of soft and hard tactics, implied that this was ultimately Yingjiabao's territory, and that they had martial arts masters backing them up.

"Your master? What is he? How dare he compare himself to me!" Unexpectedly, the tall man's face turned furious upon hearing this.

He was incredibly fast, like a black phantom, disappearing in an instant. The next moment, he appeared on the stage, his sword held horizontally against Ying Xu's neck.

"It seems you're in charge here... Tell me, where did the Azure Scale Sword Technique come from?!"

Ying Xu was just an ordinary martial artist who knew a few basic skills. He had never encountered a situation like being kidnapped, let alone being attacked by a martial arts master.

He felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were an insect that could be crushed at any moment, and dared not move an inch. Sweat slowly seeped out, sliding down his cheeks to his chin and dripping down, itching but he dared not scratch it at all.

"I...I don't know..." He said with a mournful face, but he still managed to suppress his fear and adhere to the professional ethics of the auction, not immediately exposing the guest's privacy.

He was waiting; he had already sent someone to inform the head of the family.

"Hmm?" The tall man tightened his grip slightly, the sword digging into his flesh. "Speak, or not!"

"My lord, my lord!" Ying Xu's voice trembled slightly as he felt blood trickling from his neck, the chill of the longsword seemingly penetrating his entire body.

He could no longer suppress his fear and looked at where Han Yi was sitting.

Life is the most important thing, and he was just a person arranged by the Ying family to preside over the auction. He was not a suicide bomber, so there was no need for him to risk his life to keep secrets for outsiders.

Even if the auction has a bad reputation and causes dissatisfaction, that's a problem for the future.

The man instantly understood, slashed his longsword, kicked Ying Xu away, and slowly walked to Han Yi with the blood-dripping sword in hand.

"Boy, tell me, where did you obtain the Azure Scale Sword Technique? Did you kill Luan Biao? Tell the truth and hand over Luan Biao's belongings, and this matter will be settled."

"Luan Biao?" Han Yi said calmly. "I don't know him. I just picked him up on the road and put him up for auction, that's all."

"Don't you recognize him?" The tall man looked down at Han Yi. "That Luan Biao is a wanted criminal by my Wanhua Palace. Kid, I think you're still young, you have a long life ahead of you, don't ruin your own life..."

"Oh, may I take that as a threat?"

Han Yi's expression remained calm, but his heart darkened. Luan Biao was just a robber he had encountered by chance; he hadn't expected that it would involve other forces. The Myriad Flower Palace—he had just gleaned some information from scattered rumors; it seemed to be a rather powerful force.

However, this force is not from Pingzhou, but from Yunzhou, which is adjacent to Pingzhou. It is said that most of its disciples are women, but beyond that, nothing else is known.

"Ling Feng, are you done yet? Stop dawdling. Ask him if he's seen Bi Liuli." The aloof woman at the door urged him in a cold voice.

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng grinned maliciously, raised his longsword, and pointed it at Han Yi: "Boy, I'll ask you one last time. Tell me Luan Biao's whereabouts, the time, the place, and his belongings—tell me the truth, or else…."

Blood flowed down the sword, to the tip, and then slowly dripped onto Han Yi's forehead.

"I don't like having a sword pointed at me," Han Yi said seriously, interrupting him.

Ling Feng was stunned and hadn't reacted yet when he suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand on end, as if he were being stared at by some kind of terrifying beast. He was shocked and used his blood and qi to dodge backward.

boom! !

A hand, radiating intense heat, tore through his protective energy and slammed down on his forehead.

Finished!

This thought was the last thing that crossed his mind.

Click, click, click!

In the middle of the hall, the auction venue, built with wooden walls, shattered, and countless pieces of wood exploded and hit him, instantly creating numerous bloody holes.

Han Yi's momentum did not diminish. He grabbed Ling Feng's head with one hand and slammed it hard against the stone wall behind the wooden wall.

boom! ! !

A large hole was dented directly into the hard stone wall, and Ling Feng's entire head and even his upper body were firmly embedded in it, with his brains and blood spilling out of the hole and onto the ground.

*Sizzle...*

Han Yi slowly pulled his hand out of the dent and wiped the blood on Ling Feng's clothes.

"I've said it before, I don't like being threatened or having a sword pointed at me."

He said seriously.

No matter how powerful or strong Ling Feng is, it doesn't give him the right to kill innocent people at will, let alone dare to make threats.

This is the way to certain death.

Everyone in the hall was terrified. This was a martial arts master who had opened the meridians, and he had been killed so easily with just one stroke?

For a moment, they both questioned the meaning of life, wondering if they were hallucinating. "And you…"

Han Yi turned around, stuck out his tongue and licked the blood splattered on his lips, then looked at the woman at the door who was called Senior Sister Ying.

At this moment, Senior Sister Ying looked somewhat dazed, as if she had not yet recovered from the shock of Ling Feng being killed instantly.

Unbeknownst to her, the relaxed and aloof aura she possessed, like that of a snow-capped mountain beauty, vanished silently.

Although Ling Feng was a first-level martial artist, she was slightly stronger than him, having just entered the second level. However, her strength was still limited. She knew that even she would not have been able to escape the force and speed of Han Yi's grab just now.

Just from this move, she knew that the person opposite her was at least a second-level martial artist of the same strength as her, and among the second-level martial artists, he was one of the most powerful and accomplished.

"This... young master... this is a misunderstanding..." She forced a smile. "I am Chunying, a disciple of the Myriad Flowers Palace. I have come to your esteemed place to carry out a wanted mission within the palace..."

Although she usually presents herself as aloof and proud, and is known as the Snow Mountain Beauty in the palace, special times call for special treatment, and different attitudes should be adopted towards different people.

Speaking human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts is the key to survival in this era.

Only by being flexible and adaptable, and handling matters skillfully, can one navigate the world with ease and ultimately emerge victorious.

"Oh, your name is Chunying. It seems you're not sad or upset at all... Don't you care at all about your junior brother's death?" Han Yi said slowly as he walked towards her.

Wherever he went, everyone quickly made way for him.

"Young Master, you don't know... that Ling Feng isn't a disciple of our Myriad Flowers Palace at all. He just keeps pursuing me because he thinks I'm pretty..." Chunying's scalp tingled as she stared intently at Han Yi walking towards her, her body involuntarily taking a step back. She wasn't really heartbroken. Ling Feng was, among her many admirers, the most loyal and strongest. That's why she had allowed him to accompany her on this trip, which was ostensibly a mission but was actually just sightseeing.

But she had no feelings for Ling Feng at all. Her favorite thing to do was to maneuver among many men, toy with them, and to occasionally offer them some benefits to make them fight over her, even to the point of bloodshed. For example, she would watch Ling Feng get jealous and get into conflicts with other men.

However, unexpectedly, what was supposed to be a simple mission outing—the mission itself was secondary, sightseeing was the main thing…....

According to intelligence from the Wanhua Palace's peripheral forces in Pingzhou, Luan Biao, wielding the 'Azure Scale Sword,' was merely a Blood Refining stage martial artist. The two martial artists thought it would be a piece of cake, a simple task, easily gaining merit, retrieving the Azure Glaze, and obtaining a fortuitous opportunity. Unexpectedly, they encountered such a formidable figure in this remote and impoverished place…

"Azure Glass, what is that? Why did you go to such lengths to find it and travel all this way?" Han Yi pressed closer.

“Young Master, the Elder of Joyful Longevity is a retired elder in my palace, and that Azure Glass is also an item from the treasure vault of my Myriad Flowers Palace. I don’t know when he secretly took it out, but in the end, that scoundrel Luan Biao killed innocent people and came to steal it. That’s why we have come from afar to search for it…” Chun Yingtou took two steps back, her face tense.

"Treasure vault? Azure glass? What's the use of this?" Han Yi stared intently at Chun Ying, the dragon energy flowing around him like an invisible flame, bringing intense heat to the surroundings.

“This…Young Master, this is a treasure from my palace. This servant…this servant doesn’t know anything about it…” Chunying bit her lip and hesitated.

"Oh, you're unwilling to tell me?"

“Young Master, this is a palace secret. Even though my father is an elder of the Myriad Flowers Palace, he doesn’t know the details…” Chunying had already retreated to the entrance of the hall. “Oh, are you threatening me?”

"Chunying wouldn't dare, Chunying, I absolutely didn't mean it..." She lowered her head, her body trembling as if out of fear.