Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 291 Choosing a Decision

“Since you don’t have anywhere else to go, how about… we make a deal?” Fatty Zheng asked tentatively, squinting his eyes.

"A deal? What kind of deal?" Han Yi looked at him warily. He believed that anyone who offered unsolicited kindness must have ulterior motives.

"Brother Yuwen, the demonic calamity has appeared, and Anyan City is now ruined. We can't stay here anymore; there's no business to be done. Why don't we travel together? Consider it an invitation for you to escort us to a safe place."

Fatty Zheng seemed oblivious to the wariness in Han Yi's eyes and continued speaking.

Upon hearing this, Han Yi's eyes grew even more wary. "You, Fatty Zheng, are at least a Meridian Opening Martial Master. Do you really need my protection?"

Although he thought this to himself, he still asked, "Brother Zheng, please don't joke. With your strength as a martial master who has reached the Great Perfection of Meridian Opening, you can go anywhere in this vast world, can't you?"

Judging from the faint aura emanating from Fatty Zheng, he was at least a martial artist who had mastered the Great Strength. Such strength would place him among the top experts in Anyan City.

Unexpectedly, no sooner had he finished speaking than Fatty Zheng began to complain: "You only care about yourself, not the rest of the family..."

He looked distressed: "But what about me? I have five concubines and a whole bunch of family members to protect. In such a chaotic world, I'm powerless to do anything about it!"

"Five concubines?!"

Han Yi was speechless. In this apocalyptic disaster, everyone else was selling their children and struggling to survive.

This fat Zheng is quite something, he even has the leisure to keep a concubine!

He glanced at Fatty Zheng suspiciously. With your body weighing over a thousand pounds, what kind of woman could bear your weight?

“My concubines are all beautiful as flowers, as lovely as jade…”

...Especially the fifth concubine, Miss Hongye, who was once a famous beauty and courtesan in Anyan City, renowned throughout the Drunken Immortal Pavilion!" Fatty Zheng saw that Han Yi was somewhat skeptical, so he quickly presented evidence.

"It's only because I, Old Zheng, couldn't bear to see those fallen women reduced to such a state that I spent a fortune to redeem them. It's only because I, Old Zheng, was thinking of taking them with me even when disaster struck... Tsk tsk tsk, look at me, where else in the world can you find someone as good as me? And yet, they're still not satisfied, always asking for this and that..."

He squeezed his fat and wiped away non-existent tears from his eyes.

Han Yi's skeptical gaze turned into disdain, but he also secretly admired him.

Some people have this ability: even if they are not good-looking, they can still live a very comfortable life.

"Alright, Fatty Zheng, stop joking around and tell me your specific plan," Han Yi said calmly.

"At this time, demons are causing chaos in Anyan City, and the people are suffering... It is no longer a place to live for long..." Fatty Zheng's face turned serious as he spoke eloquently with a certain air of authority. "If we're talking about the safest place, there is no other place besides Pingzhou Prefecture. Not only are there several powerful forces supporting it, but the Pingzhou army is also stationed there. For over a hundred years, it has been peaceful and undisturbed!"

"Pingzhou Prefecture City?" Han Yi's mind raced. Anyan City was just a small city on the very edge of Pingzhou, while the prefectural city was the core area of ​​Pingzhou, and its prosperity and peace far surpassed that of Anyan City. It sounded like a good suggestion.

Zheng the Fatty's escape plan sounds pretty plausible.

"As for me, Old Zheng, although I can't be considered a local bigwig in Pingzhou Prefecture, I still have some connections. With your strength as a martial arts master, arranging a garrison position for you is more than enough!"

Fatty Zheng patted his enormous chest, making a loud thud.

"Sounds good." Han Yi said calmly, "But what exactly do you need me to do?" An Yan City is thousands of miles away from Pingzhou Prefecture. The journey involves passing through several dangerous places and monster lairs. In addition, he is unfamiliar with the area... If someone could look after him, it would certainly provide more protection.

"It's very simple!" Fatty Zheng chuckled, then changed the subject, "Brother Yuwen, as you can probably guess, I'm not alone. This place is merely a stronghold set up by my faction..."

"Yes, I have some guesses." Han Yi nodded lightly; he had already guessed this.

How could Fatty Zheng possibly support the transactions of such a large shop all by himself?

“This matter can be put aside for now, and we can discuss it further… As for what you’re doing, it’s very simple…” Fatty Zheng narrowed his eyes, stood up, and slammed the door shut with a bang: “That is, to help protect the transport of a batch of monster meat resources on the road!”

"Demon beast meat?" Han Yi looked at the empty room, except for the greasy yellow oil on the cutting board and the remaining bits of fatty meat under the table. "Is this all the food we have? Do we really need someone to escort it?"

"Hahahaha!!!" Fatty Zheng suddenly burst into laughter, rolled over to a corner of the room, and lifted up a section of the wooden floorboards. "Brother Yuwen, you don't think we businessmen would reveal all our cards, do you!"

boom! ! !

He suddenly pried open a large wooden plank.

There is a room in a hidden compartment in the basement of the house, which is about the same size as the room on the upper floor.

The underground room was surrounded by huge blocks of ice, cut into rectangular shapes and chilling to the bone. Wisps of cold mist drifted around the ice blocks, and pieces of high-quality monster meat were stacked on top of them.

"So much?!" Although he had long suspected that Fatty Zheng wasn't working alone, the sight of a mountain of monster meat resources, so beneficial even to martial artists, still shocked Han Yi. If only I could use all of these resources myself…

A thought flashed through his mind.

"The disaster victims outside are starving right now. If it weren't for the fact that I, Old Zheng, am afraid of attracting unwanted attention, I would have already set up the stall and made a fortune!"

Fatty Zheng spoke as if no one else was around, seemingly unconcerned.

However, his gaze suddenly sharpened, his eyes narrowed, squeezed shut by the surrounding fat, leaving only a slit.

But through the crack, a dangerous glint was fixed on Han Yi.

If the demonic calamity hadn't come so suddenly, he wouldn't have been in such a passive position, having to find outsiders to accompany and escort him all the way.

But the threats he faces are far from over. These resources are like chunks of juicy, fragrant meat, tempting countless hungry wolves with their eyes burning green.

If it weren't for the power behind him and his own formidable strength, he would have been torn to shreds long ago. That's why he was in a hurry to find another martial artist, take the supplies, and relocate.

Han Yi was not the first person he had his eye on.

However, everyone else was tempted by greed, and he slapped them to death and threw them into the ice cellar!

Zheng Pangzi was able to thrive in the market and even have five concubines to support him, so he must have some skills!

Furthermore, the martial arts instructors he selected were all less skilled than him and had no background whatsoever…

Therefore, if the transaction fails...

The atmosphere inside the cabin was icy cold, as if the chill from an ice cellar was rising in.

"Okay, I'll take this deal!" Han Yi suddenly grinned. "However, the terms of the deal have changed, and I need to add some conditions."

He suppressed his greed; there was no need. His primary method of cultivation was still through the system's point allocation, and now that he had plenty of points, what he lacked were cultivation techniques and a future path.

There's no need to make enemies over such resources. It's better to befriend Fatty Zheng and see if we can find a new direction for martial arts.

Although his injuries had mostly healed, some chronic problems remained. The small, damaged meridians deep within his body were difficult to heal, and he would occasionally experience a faint burning sensation.

He needs to go outside and see if he can find any healing items, such as medicine.

Therefore, he could no longer stay in An Yancheng. Even if he spent his whole life there, he would hardly get what he wanted. As for going out, he was unfamiliar with the roads and people, and he needed an experienced guide like Fatty Zheng.

"Speak!" Fatty Zheng's face relaxed a little. As long as everything went smoothly, anything was negotiable.

"The journey will undoubtedly be fraught with danger. If there are any unsolvable dangers, I will prioritize my own safety." "Okay!"

Han Yi was never one of Zheng Pangzi's true comrades, and he was unlikely to risk his life. It's understandable that he would consider his escape route first when there was danger.

"You will be responsible for providing all the food, supplies, and combat expenses. I will only be responsible for taking action when necessary."

"can!"

These are things that Fatty Zheng should be doing.

"Also, I need demon beast meat to cultivate, so..."

Han Yi didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was obvious.

"Can!"

Fatty Zheng gritted his teeth and sat back down. This meat was his treasure; losing even a single piece meant losing money, like cutting a piece of flesh from his own body. But thinking that if he didn't leave soon, there probably wouldn't be any left... he reluctantly agreed.

"Then let's leave it at that." Han Yi decided to stop while he was ahead and didn't bring up any more conditions.

If things go any further, it's possible we'll end up having a falling out.

"Alright, we'll meet by the river in three days!"

Fatty Zheng clapped his hands heavily.

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Yingjiabao appears exceptionally dim and silent under the setting sun.

On the banks of the Yu River, a withered tree stood with its branches and claws outstretched, its entire body charred black, as if it had been struck by lightning or burned by a great fire.

Several crows perched on the tree branches, preening their black feathers and occasionally cawing strangely.

A tall figure shrouded entirely in black was leaning against a tree, eyes closed in rest. "Why isn't Fatty Zheng here yet?"

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, frowned, and looked into the distance: "That fatso, he's not going to stand me up, is he...?"

It was none other than Han Yi.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

However, in just three days, the situation in the market seemed to have gotten even worse.

The black fog over An'yan City continued to slowly expand outwards. Although it was still quite a distance from Yingjiabao, at this rate of expansion, it was only a matter of time before the demonic calamity spread to the market.

A steady stream of refugees poured in from Anyan City, while in the market, many people were collecting food, preparing to flee to other places.

Strangely, despite the increased population, food prices stabilized and did not rise.

It's not that no one wants to take this opportunity to maliciously hoard supplies and make a fortune...

However, a force called the Demon Extermination Society inexplicably appeared in the market, fully armed with elite soldiers, maintaining order.

Not only have grain prices stabilized, but the order within the market has also become much more peaceful.

Of course, as a martial arts master, Han Yi could easily find out the inside story of the Demon Extermination Society just by asking around.

Wang Youfang and his men, who had previously gone out to supposedly besiege the Yin Gu, set up camp at Yingjiabao with a large army.

Then the slogan was changed to "Slay the demons and restore Anyan!"

"I hope they succeed..."

Han Yi looked up at Yingjiabao, where rows of black and red banners fluttered in the wind.

Although he wasn't very optimistic about Aoyang and his group's ability to resolve the demonic disaster, he still offered his blessings.

Roll, roll, roll...

Just as I was thinking this, I heard the sound of wheels slowly rolling in the distance. The ground was uneven, and the heavy carriage made a series of dull and muffled sounds on the ground.

The sound grew louder as it approached, and after about half a cup of tea's time, a group of people appeared before Han Yi.

It was a procession of dozens of people, escorting a number of carriages as they arrived.

The carriage curtain opened, revealing Zheng Pangzi's mountain-like figure: "Brother Yuwen... I've kept you waiting. Please get in the carriage and let's set off quickly."

Han Yi looked at the last carriage in the caravan. A coachman lifted the curtain and invited him in.

In the other carriages, one could vaguely see the figures of women and maids. Some curtains were even slightly ajar, with women secretly observing the highly skilled warrior who was about to protect the caravan.

'This Fatty Zheng, does he really have five concubines?'

Han Yi was speechless. He had thought Zheng Xiangui was just making empty promises, but now it seemed that he himself was the clown.

In this world where every day is uncertain and people don't know where their next meal will come from, Fatty Zheng manages to keep his five concubines plump and healthy, and even the horses pulling his cart are tall, magnificent steeds with gleaming coats...

It's true, comparing yourself to others is just infuriating...

He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and bent down to get into the carriage.

The caravan moved slowly side by side, with dozens of servants and guards surrounding the carriages, and drove away into the distance.

Inside the carriage, Han Yi also opened the curtains and looked back.

Even from such a distance, he could see the black mist that blotted out the sky and isolated the heavens and earth, like the most discordant black tumor on the ground, shocking to behold.

He could almost hear the cries of agony from the black fog, the screams of the innocent people dying and being wounded.

He could almost smell the stench of thick, fresh blood. Without realizing it, he clenched his fists.

"We can't be this weak anymore. Once we get to the prefectural city and find the right path, we must become stronger, and become stronger quickly!"

He secretly made up his mind that, since he had no clue what to do for the time being, listening to Zheng Xiangui's suggestion and going to the prefectural city might be a good idea.