Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 278 Reconciliation

"That's not what I meant? Then you..." Han Yi's expression was calm as he stared intently at Chun Ying, but before he could finish speaking...

Suddenly, a red light flashed before his eyes, and the red carpet spread on the ground was abruptly lifted up, blocking his view.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

Immediately following, countless thin steel needles, as fine as cow hair, pierced through the red cloth and rapidly struck Han Yi's chest.

The steel needle was extremely fast and silent, and it was covered by a red cloth. By the time Han Yi noticed it, it was too late to dodge.

Puff puff!

The steel needle struck him hard in the chest.

But before the toxins on the steel needles could take effect, the needle tips had already softened and bent from the intense heat emanating from Han Yi's body.

"Secret technique: Follow the flowers and willows!"

A delicate shout rang out, and it was Chunying who activated some kind of secret technique. With a twist of her body, she rushed out of the hall as if gently caressing a breeze.

She never intended to kill a second-level martial artist with great strength using a hidden weapon; she just wanted to buy time so she could escape.

As long as she returns to the palace, she will make her father massacre this place!

"Want to run?!"

boom! ! !

In an instant, Han Yi's leg muscles bulged like small mountains, and the twisted veins resembled strange vines. He grew taller, and a dragon pattern flashed on the side of his thigh.

After the Dragon Force's rapid special effects were fully activated, his tall body suddenly unleashed unparalleled speed.

So much so that no one saw how he disappeared; all they saw was the red cloth being torn into countless pieces in an instant, scattering and flying everywhere.

boom! !

The next instant, he forcefully smashed through the stairwell curtain and appeared above Chunying, slapping her with both palms, the shadows cast upon her enveloping her entirely.

"Floating Flowers!!!" Chunying didn't have time to think. She screamed and threw several round, silvery-white objects at Han Yi. She used the force to slide to the left, just like a flower petal drifting in the wind.

boom! ! !

The second-floor staircase was completely blasted down by Han Yi's palm strike, with a continuous crackling sound. The stands connected to the staircase also trembled slightly, showing signs of imminent collapse.

"No! You can't kill me!" Chunying screamed in terror as she rushed out of the restaurant.

She never expected that even after using the palace's most powerful needle technique, the other side would act as if nothing had happened and chase after her again.

But she suddenly froze, her body still in mid-air when she was pressed down and slammed down.

Bang! ! !

The wooden floor of the restaurant shook, creating a large dent.

Boom! !

The second-floor stands could no longer withstand the tremors and crashed down, landing squarely on the crater.

"Don't kill me, I, I'll agree to anything you ask... anything, any request..." In the dust-filled crater, Chunying's eyes were unfocused, blood foam spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her breathing gradually slowed down.

"What a pity..." Beside her body, a tall figure sighed with regret in his eyes.

He hadn't originally intended to use assassins; he only wanted to beat this Wan Hua Palace disciple half to death so he could easily extract some information. However, he hadn't expected the Wan Hua Palace disciple's body to be so fragile. With just one strike, the disciple crumbled like a candle in the wind, extinguished in an instant.

Then, the falling logs and heavy objects dealt the final blow to this beautiful woman who was already at the end of her life.

What he didn't know was that since this Wanhua Palace was called Wanhua Palace, its disciples were mostly women, and the martial arts they practiced were mostly auxiliary to agile hidden weapons. After all, women are beautiful, and if they practiced those muscular, barbaric martial arts, no matter how strong they were, they would only be laughed at.

Chunying is the same; the martial arts she cultivates also accelerate the speed of her body and movements, and can be used to enhance the throwing of hidden weapons.

Moreover, her strength was not as great as Han Yi's to begin with; she was only at the initial stage of the second level of strength. Her strength was inferior, her power was weaker, her speed was slower, and her physical body was even weaker. Such an outcome was only to be expected. The dust finally settled, and vaguely, a domineering man appeared, shirtless, with well-developed muscles all over his body, and arms and thighs as thick as two ordinary people.

Boom! ! !

His foot landed as if it had stepped on everyone's hearts, sending a shiver down their spines.

"The auction is over, everyone, you can all leave now." He looked at the stunned crowd.

The fight just now started inexplicably and ended too quickly.

Two martial artists from the powerful Wanhua Palace were killed by an unknown, unfamiliar martial artist.

The gap was simply too great. The two martial artists from Wanhua Palace were like two rabbits encountering a tiger. Their speed, strength, and explosiveness were all completely suppressed. Whoever was caught would die.

The seemingly strong, icy beauty, even with her life-saving secret technique and swift reflexes, was still crushed to death mid-air…

Everyone was stunned and shocked, but such astonishment only lasted for a moment. If they didn't react in that instant, it was all over.

"What, aren't you leaving yet? I'll give you a ride?" Han Yi used the almost ruined staircase as a stepping stone to leap to the second-floor lobby.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone passed by him as if they were under a great sage, keeping their heads down as they went, afraid of displeasing this fierce man and having him slap them to death.

"Wait, you, stop right there!" Han Yi said calmly, pointing at one person.

"M-My lord..." The man Han Yi was pointing at looked utterly dejected, his face contorted with grief. "Wh-what is it...?"

Such a powerful martial artist, even if their family head came, would only be slapped to death. "My things have been sold, where's the money?!" Han Yi asked seriously.

He recognized the man; he thought he was the steward from the Ying family who had greeted him at the entrance when he first arrived at the auction.

"Sir, everything is here..." The steward jogged to the backstage and handed the package containing the money to Han Yi.

"Hmm." Han Yi glanced at it, but didn't take it all. He just grabbed a handful, which should be enough.

He then asked, "How much is that jade pendant with the double dragon and fish design? Bring it to me too, I want it."

"If you like it, sir... take it, no, no money needed!" The manager didn't dare mention money again, not even noticing that this formidable man had killed two martial arts masters with a single word.

"Alright." Han Yi didn't insist. After checking that he hadn't forgotten any of his belongings, he quickly leaped out of the window and disappeared into the night. He had to leave quickly; if he didn't, the martial artists from Ying Family Fortress would probably arrive soon. He didn't want to harm those close by; killing two outside martial artists was bad enough, but if he killed any nearby martial artists, the market here would be shut down, and how would he ever buy demon beast meat again…?

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The county government office of Anyan County.

In the square-shaped courtyard of the government office, the courtyard faces the courtroom. The courtyard is paved with blue bricks, which seem to have just been swept and mopped by someone. The thin water stains on the bricks reflect the dazzling sunlight.

Two square, bright yellow palace lanterns hung above the courtroom, swaying gently in the wind.

Inside, four large vermilion pillars supported the red roof, and a row of disciplinary rods, all painted with clear lacquer, stood on either side. Magistrate Wang Youfang sat upright in the courtroom, frowning as he stared at the two men below. Behind him was a huge painting of a sunrise over the sea, the sun radiating light, symbolizing the clarity of the sea and the brightness of the rising sun.

Above him hung a plaque with four large black characters: "A bright mirror hangs high," dazzlingly clear.

At this moment, there were four people in the courtroom: the county magistrate Wang Youfang and his son, the registrar Wang Feiyi.

Below, on the left and right, sat two people.

The man on the right is a burly man dressed in black, with a bald head that shines brightly – the sect leader of the Crimson Flame Sect, Ao Yang.

The man on the left is a middle-aged man wearing a white patterned brocade robe. He has a calm demeanor, regular facial features, and fair and delicate skin, giving him the air of a Confucian scholar.

"Zhang Qingye, do you agree or not? Old Wang sent us to mediate. If it weren't for his sake, I would have killed you long ago!" Ao Yang leaned back in his chair and said nonchalantly.

"Aoyang, no one would agree to your conditions!" Although Zhang Qingye was the leader of the Qianye Sect and had dealt with Aoyang many times, he was still somewhat angry at this moment.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, why are you so stubborn? What's wrong with giving me half? Your Qianye faction has so few people, you don't need that many!" Ao Yang replied casually.

Then, picking his nose, he looked up at Wang Youfang and said, "Old Wang, say something! You let me come, and I came. You let me reconcile, and I tried to reconcile, but this old Zhang is as stubborn as a mule. If he doesn't agree, you can't blame me."

“…..”

Wang Youfang rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

Since Huang Shanjun's death, his son Wang Feiyi has gradually taken over the Huang family's territory and businesses. The four people in this courtroom are: the county magistrate, Wang Feiyi in charge of security, Ao Yang, the leader of the Crimson Flame Sect, and Zhang Qingye, the leader of the Thousand Leaf Sect. These four represent the power of most industries in Anyan City, and they can decide most of the city's strategies and situations.

At first, when he heard that the Crimson Flame Sect and the Thousand Leaves Sect were going to fight, he didn't care much. After all, the two sects didn't get along, so it was normal for them to fight.

If we could fight him to the death and let him gain a huge advantage, that would be even better.

However, the situation changed when he received a message.

The demonic Yin Gu has been discovered, and its lair has been found!

This is incredibly important information!

He originally intended to use the power of Yin Gu to weaken the strength of the Crimson Flame Sect, mainly targeting Ao Yang.

However, as ghosts and evil spirits began to proliferate and become rampant outside the city, and even major cases occurred within the city itself, including the Liu family's rice business and the nascent, eerie realm in the black market…

All signs indicate that if this continues, the issue won't be whether the Crimson Flame Sect's strength can be reduced, but rather that the county magistrate himself might be in mortal danger...

Just like Huang Shanjun, who was also a martial arts master, he died tragically outside the city. The blood and water in his body disappeared without a trace, turning him into a dried corpse. It was obvious that this was the work of the Yin Gu.

Now that a strange realm has appeared in the black market, if this Yin Gu is allowed to operate in secret again next time, Wang Youfang's entire family may also be involved in evil events and be wiped out!

Therefore, he couldn't wait any longer!

Upon learning of the discovery of the Yin Gu's lair, he immediately summoned Ao Yang and Zhang Qingye to mediate the situation.

No matter how much he disliked Aoyang, he was still one of his own. In the current situation, they couldn't afford to waste their own resources on internal strife. At this critical juncture, they needed to unite as one and deal with the demons first.

"Can't you two each give in a little?!" Wang Youfang sighed, but when it came to actually mediating, he realized how difficult it was.

"Let's each take a step back?" Ao Yang jumped up from his chair and shouted, "Old Wang, if it weren't for our long-standing relationship, I would have reported the emergence of the Ghost Realm in the black market long ago. Would you still be able to keep your official hat? And you want me to take a step back?"

"No, the meat field is the foundation of our Chiba Sect. Even if we fight to the last man, we cannot agree to it!" Zhang Qingye also refused with a grim expression.

He was also furious with Ao Yang. In terms of overall strength, although their Qianye Sect was no match for the Chiyan Sect, they were not pushovers either.

Mediation is fine, but this Aoyang came up with an outrageous demand, insisting on taking half of the Chiba faction's meat field before agreeing to a ceasefire and mediation.

He could never agree to that reason.

Moreover, in the past ten days or so, their Chiba Sect stronghold has also suffered many attacks from the Crimson Flame Sect, resulting in the deaths of many skilled fighters.

You should know that the Black Market Ghost Domain was made the scapegoat for Wang Youfang, claiming that the Thousand Leaf Sect's spies had set traps and caused sabotage in the Black Market, leading to the fire, which is why the Crimson Flame Sect came to attack.

They were the ones who took the blame for Wang Youfang, they were the ones whose disciple died, and in the end, they were the ones who came to mediate and demand compensation!

Therefore, both emotionally and logically, he could not possibly agree to Aoyang's request.

Zhang Qingye grew angrier the more she thought about it, and added unhappily, "Even if it doesn't involve the meat field, our Qianye Sect will not accept mediation. The one who should pay compensation is the Chiyan Sect."

"What did you say? You want our Crimson Flame Sect to pay compensation? Say it again?!" Ao Yang turned around, his tiger eyes wide open, and shouted murderously, "I'll tear you apart first, then I'll go get the flesh field!"

"Hmph!" Zhang Qingye also stood up, not to be outdone, "If you've got the guts, then come and try!"

He sneered, "Aoyang, you seem so eager for a meat field, is it because your meat field is about to dry up?"

"Even if you die a hundred years ago, my Crimson Flame Sect will still have a flesh field, no problem. Today, I'll send you down to accompany Huang Shanjun!" Ao Yang roared in anger and strode towards Zhang Qingye.