Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 280 The Price (Part Two)

As the power circulated, the nutrients within the monster's flesh were rapidly transformed into the Dragon Force. What was originally as thin as a stream suddenly became as thick as a river, scorching hot.

Accompanied by an extremely faint "pop" sound, it suddenly gushed out from the Yongquan acupoint on the foot and flashed away in the back near the kidneys.

"This is the Flying Dragon Technique, and it's almost complete!"

Han Yi was overjoyed. He exhaled a hot breath and opened his eyes to check the information on the panel.

Name: Han Yi (17/196)

[Realm]: Mid-stage Meridian Opening Realm, Second-level Martial Master; Sword Realm: One Kill in Ten Steps; Blade Realm: As Heavy as a Mountain

[Martial Arts]: Qianyang Gong (Entry-level martial art, Qianyang Jin, characteristics: Rejuvenation, Evil Extermination, Perfected Strength); Feilong Gong (Entry-level martial art, Youlong Jin, characteristics: Speed, Fire and Poison, Great Strength 40/50)

[Secret Technique]: Moon Concealment (Special Effect: Concealing Breath and Illusion)

[Elemental Power Value]: 22

Sure enough, his Flying Dragon Skill was one step closer to perfection, just one step away from being fully mastered.

Since he bought the bear meat from Fatty Zheng, he has been practicing diligently behind closed doors for several days, and his progress is indeed gratifying.

"Unfortunately, those twenty-odd kilograms of bear meat have all been used up..."

He shook his head and sighed. No matter what, the monster meat was always another major factor restricting his breakthrough in strength.

Bang!

Since he had nothing to do, he decided to go outside and ease his mind after sitting for so long. Outside, the endless dark clouds stretched as far as the eye could see, and the fine drizzle seemed to stretch on without end.

Vast fields of bright red flesh, like the most dazzling presence in a painting, even just looking at them from a distance, one can feel the intense heat distorting the air.

Spring rain fell into the meat field, but strangely it did not seep into the soil. Instead, it was evaporated by some unknown force and turned into warm water vapor. The water vapor spread and formed fog, covering the meat field and this area.

Despite the desolation and coldness of early spring, the fog felt as intensely hot and humid as midsummer.

Beside the meat field, Han Yi squinted, staring at the meat field before him.

This bizarre field of flesh really stirred up his imagination.

How exactly did this flesh field form? What are its principles? What is its true nature...?

He had been in seclusion cultivating next to the meat field for several dozen days. He didn't know if it was his imagination or the effect of the abundant water bear meat, but he always felt that when he cultivated near the meat field, the blood and qi in his body seemed to be much more active than usual, and his cultivation speed was also much faster.

In his spare time these days, he has also tried to explore the meat field tentatively.

He once dug up the surrounding soil at the edge of the flesh field, trying to see if he could expand its area, but to no avail. No matter how he tried, no matter how open the surrounding area was, the edge of the peculiar flesh field remained unchanged, without the slightest change.

He had also tried digging deeper and deeper into the soil at the edge of the meat field, where the filthy flesh lay, but no matter how deep he dug, it remained a blood-red mess. When he dug several meters deep, the ground beneath the meat field became extremely hot and hard as iron, making it impossible to move.

There wasn't a single seed or root-like thing in the excavated soil; it was as if the flesh had grown out of thin air.

Even the soil he dug up, once it left the meat field and was exposed to the air, would gradually fade from red and turn into mud that was no different from ordinary soil.

The craters left in place will heal on their own, just like a piece of flesh being cut off a person's finger and healing over time.

These phenomena only fueled his curiosity.

How could such soil, with its high temperature and hard, dense texture, possibly produce the flesh of a demon beast?

He had also asked Tian Jing about it.

Tian Jing even said that since he took charge of looking after this flesh field more than ten years ago, he had made similar curious attempts as Han Yi, but no matter what, this flesh field was fixed in this place, unable to be moved or its size changed.

It can't expand, and it can't be destroyed...

'It seems that this flesh field, like the yin energy and the yuan power, has become another unsolved mystery...' Han Yi shook his head with a wry smile.

People often assume that the higher one's status and the more knowledge one has, the more secrets they will know. However, they fail to realize that the more one knows, the more doubts one may have…

At this moment, Han Yi was surrounded by hot fog, his mind filled with many thoughts.

The fog was pure and thick, so pure that only water vapor was rising.

Speaking of Tian Jing, Han Yi couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Logically speaking, given how important the meat field is, Tian Jing should be guarding it every day, which is exactly what he did before.

But these past few days, I don't know what I've been busy with. I'm not in the meat field all day, and I don't know where I've gone.

"Forget it, these things have nothing to do with me. Right now, all I need to do is focus on my cultivation..." Han Yi thought to himself as he walked out of the meat field.

After spending so many days in the meat field, it's time to go out and take a look around.

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Outside the meat field is the library.

As soon as Han Yi entered the library, he saw Shen San walking hurriedly toward him.

Since Han Yi started cultivating in the meat field, Shen San has become his personal errand boy through his actions. Any small tasks, like delivering messages or messages, are handled by Shen San. During the day, Shen San waits for Han Yi outside the meat field, ready to obey his orders at any time.

There was no danger or hard work; it was just running errands, which was a perk that Han Yi was giving Shen San.

As for the meat field, Shen San was of course unaware of it. He only thought that Han Yi was cultivating in a special training ground, which was why he did not allow outsiders to disturb him.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

Han Yi stopped in his tracks and looked at Shen San, who was running towards him.

"Master Han, something big has happened!" Shen San jogged over to Han Yi's side.

"What's wrong? You seem so anxious." Han Yi glanced at Shen San's expression and smiled, so it shouldn't be anything bad.

"Our Crimson Flame Sect has reconciled with the Thousand Leaf Sect!" Shen San said softly, catching his breath.

"They've reconciled?!" Han Yi was taken aback. Last time, when Ao Yang convened the conference, he spoke with such conviction. Now they've reconciled?

This easy reconciliation will not only diminish Aoyang's prestige, but also affect the sect's reputation. What will others think of him then?

Changing policies frequently is not a wise decision.

"They've reconciled? Shen San, you haven't heard any fake news, have you?" He looked at Shen San with some suspicion.

"Really, Master Han!" Shen San explained anxiously, "Although the sect hasn't issued a notice yet, it's already spread throughout the city..."

"It is said..." he said in a low voice, "It is said that the county magistrates ordered the mediation because they discovered that the real culprit behind the black market fire was not the Chiba faction, but someone else!"

"Someone else? What did they say?" Han Yi was starting to find this rather strange.

He knew that the black market incident was almost over, with the Chiba faction taking the blame for the county government. However, the county government had overturned something that was originally in his favor.

"What a coincidence, Master Han, do you remember the tragedy that happened to the Liu family in the city?" Shen San asked. "You even told me to keep an eye on things."

"Yes, that's true," Han Yi replied.

Shen San said with a face full of indignation: "The Liu family tragedy was solved by the county government. According to the head constable in the government, after severe torture, it was found that the people who caused this tragedy were a group of cult members from outside the area... The things in the black market were also done by these wicked and inhuman cult members!"

At this moment, he was filled with anger and indignation, clearly taking the matter as the truth. After all, he was a witness to the black market incident and had seen some supernatural phenomena, so he knew that this was not something that could be produced by the so-called hidden weapons and poisons of the Chiba Sect.

He continued, "The government beheaded more than a dozen cult members at Caishikou this afternoon. It is said that there is another stronghold outside the city, so the government ordered mediation to remove this cult's thorn in our side."

"A cult?" Han Yi stood still, his eyes deep and bright.

“Yes, Master Han, you don’t know, it’s said that several major cases in and around the city were committed by these cults, such as the death of Inspector Huang Shanjun…” Shen San rambled on, adding to the story.

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In the Bai family courtyard, Han Yi looked at the yellow paper notice in his hand, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"Cult? If an ordinary cult had the means to create a ghostly realm, then this world would have been taken over by this cult long ago."

Several days passed, and sure enough, the Crimson Flame Sect and the Thousand Leaves Sect simultaneously issued announcements stating that the previous conflict was a misunderstanding, and the real culprit was a cult lurking outside the city. They declared that under the leadership of Magistrate Wang Youfang, they would unite to deal with the cult, and so on...

However, Han Yi did not believe this claim at all. He said that Danyangzi was clearly about to become a half-demon. What kind of evil cult could have such great abilities?

These words are nothing more than a pretext to stabilize the morale of the people in the city; there must be another purpose behind them.

Of course, he had also tried to find Huang Ze in the past few days to ask about the inside story, but Huang Ze seemed to be very busy and was nowhere to be seen.

He simply asked Huang Jiu'er to pass on a message to Han Yi: to focus on his cultivation and not be distracted. They were only cooperating with the Qianye Sect to handle a major matter, which was, of course, a good one. Therefore, Han Yi simply stopped worrying about it and continued to cultivate diligently.

In any case, since Huang Ze has said so, it shouldn't be a bad thing.

At the very least, the conflict between the Crimson Flame Sect and the Thousand Leaves Sect has come to an end, which has temporarily eased the atmosphere in the city and calmed the people down a bit.

But for some reason, Han Yi always felt a sense of impending doom.

"Perhaps it's just my imagination, but everything is clearly moving in a positive direction..."

Han Yi put away the yellow paper notice and composed himself.

No matter from which angle, aspect, or path you look at it, the fact that all the forces in An'yan City have now abandoned their struggles, cooperated sincerely, and united against external forces is ultimately a good thing.

The only thing he could do was to improve himself as much as possible and become stronger. Only by becoming stronger could he possibly find a way to overcome any obstacle he encountered!

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Outside the city, there is a continuous stretch of dark gray mountains and forests, with steep cliffs and strange rocks, which look like a black tide surging from afar.

Upon closer inspection, however, one would find rows of fully armed soldiers, ready to go.

At the very front of the army were five tall horses, each carrying a man, their imposing presence and varied appearances.

The man in the very center wore a helmet with the sun and moon flying tiger on his head, and was dressed in iron armor with silver flying tiger embroidery. He had beast heart shoulder guards and a bronze mirror for his heart. Although he was just an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, he had the imposing aura of a mighty general.

This man was none other than Wang Youfang, the magistrate of Anyan City, who ruled over the entire city and was the second strongest person there. At this moment, he was laughing heartily and talking to the person beside him.

To his right was Aoyang, a man with a large, bald head, riding a yellow horse. He was strong, imposing, and unconventional.

At this moment, Aoyang was picking his nose out of sheer boredom.

There was nothing he could do; to his right was Zhang Qingye, with whom he didn't get along.

Meanwhile, Wang Youfang on the left was having a pleasant conversation with the two Xuanjia Guards from the Bureau of Strange Affairs, who were covered in full-body black face armor, and he didn't want to disturb them.

After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but ask Zhang Qingye, "Old Zhang, are you going to exterminate demons this time? I heard you have several wives and concubines. Have you written your will yet?"

He was fine until he opened his mouth, because the moment he did, he nearly made Zhang Qingye explode with anger. How could he talk like that, cursing someone to die right off the bat?

Zhang Qingye rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "Don't worry about it. You should think more about your meat field at home. When it dries up..." He chuckled as he said this, clearly with ill intentions.

"That's why I'm asking you to leave a will..." Ao Yang patted Zhang Qingye's shoulder casually. "If you don't leave a will, it'll be only natural for me to go to the Qianye Sect and take over your meat field after you die. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if a few more people were killed!"

"You!" Zhang Qingye pulled on the reins, his face showing a hint of anger.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, why are you getting so worked up? I'm just telling the truth," Ao Yang said casually, wiping his snot on Zhang Qingye's white clothes.

"Alright, alright, you two, calm down." Wang Youfang turned around and tried to calm the two down, clearly having heard their commotion.

Zhang Qingye snorted coldly and rode off, putting some distance between herself and Aoyang. Aoyang chuckled and remained silent.

Seeing this, Wang Youfang said nothing more. He looked at the long, winding army behind him, and then at the front of the formation, where the powerful and elite troops were, and a sense of pride welled up in his heart.