Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 311 The Way Out (Part Two)

Thus, hemolysis was born.

Later generations gradually evolved and developed this technique, forming the current lineage of spirit beast bloodlines.

In that era, all sorts of strange and secret techniques emerged one after another, and the Blood Melting lineage was only regarded as a kind of unorthodox path in martial arts.

True martial arts believe that a martial artist should not rely on external tools, but rather tap into the treasures within their own body.

Although the Hemolytic lineage is not considered a legitimate path, it has not suffered any discrimination or suppression.

It exists only as a weak branch within the martial arts world.

However, the great calamity that occurred a thousand years ago—the strange realm, the demonic disaster, the demonic realm, the demons…—caused a catastrophe that, caught everyone off guard, instantly wiped out most of the ten martial arts sects.

Fortunately, the major forces, having recovered from their initial shock, fought back fiercely under the leadership of the remaining Holy Sect members and temporarily repelled the demons.

However, Da Xuan's territory has since shrunk to its current size.

The Blood Melting lineage thus rose to prominence, and it began to subtly gain a dominant position in the world.

Meanwhile, orthodox martial arts like the Yuanmiao Sect began to be relegated to the bottom tier…....

Of course, it doesn't matter if bloodline families dominate, after all, they come from the same source. It's just a matter of one taking the stage after the other, and they are all good friends fighting against demons together.

However, as the aristocratic families continued to develop, the spiritual beast bloodline families, led by the Tantai family, became high above all living beings, looking down on them and considering themselves the rulers of everything. They even wanted to bring ordinary people, martial artists, and even the Yuanmiao Sect under their control.

The reason behind this, at its core, boils down to just two words: resources.

For bloodline families to increase bloodline concentration, purify bloodline, and awaken bloodline, they all need to consume a lot of resources.

The same applies to martial artists. Martial artists, martial masters, and grandmasters all need a lot of resources to replenish themselves.

Conflict arises from this.

These two factions, who should have lived in harmony, relied on each other, and fought together against demons, have instead fallen into discord over these very issues…

Therefore, Cao Xuanzhen immediately distanced Han Yi from the bloodline family to prevent misunderstandings.

“This is not appropriate.” Yan Xuanji shook his head again. “The head of Xuanzhen Academy is still too young.”

"Putting aside other issues, Han Yi's aptitude and blood energy are only average. Even if he enters your Qinghe Academy, he will hardly have much development. Unless he can enter our sect's secret realm, cleanse his blood of impurities, and rebuild his original blood, he will not be able to achieve anything."

"Head of Xuanzhen Academy, let me ask you this: can you guarantee that you can secure a spot in a secret realm for this boy, allowing him to rebuild his qi, blood, and bone structure?"

Mysterious realms are filled with exotic flowers and herbs, celestial birds and beasts, and rare treasures that are rare in the outside world and even impossible to find. They also hold the opportunity to restore one's innate nature.

Whether or not a power possesses a secret realm is the difference between a top-tier power and an ordinary power.

However, opening the secret realm is not easy, the number of places is limited, and there are great restrictions on entry and exit each year. It is supervised by the elders of the three upper peaks, making it extremely difficult to cheat.

In summary, those who enter the secret realm are either those whose combat power surpasses others of the same level, or those with outstanding talent who crush others.

Han Yi, although his bone age is acceptable and he can break through to the Martial Master level at a young age, he also practices two different martial arts, both of which are ordinary martial arts. He has consumed most of his vital energy. Such talent might be considered above average in ordinary sects and forces, but in the Yuanmiao Sect's inner academy, where geniuses gather, it is extremely low.

Therefore, even with Cao Xuanzhen's status as the head of the academy, it's impossible to say whether Han Yi would have the opportunity or the qualifications to enter the secret realm.

Or rather, he believed it was highly unlikely.

Therefore, he fell silent at this moment.

"Head of Xuanzhen Academy, it seems you are also aware that with this child's level, it's impossible for him to be selected to enter the secret realm. That means he has almost no chance of becoming a Grandmaster. If he doesn't become a Grandmaster, taking him in would just be a waste of resources," Yan Xuanji slowly concluded.

“That’s right. Sending them to the outer courtyard for a few years to hone their skills is indeed a mature approach by Headmaster Xuanji.” At this moment, several heads of academies had not yet left. Headmaster Jiuming, dressed as a scholar, spoke up to persuade them: “Headmaster Xuanzhen, I know you can’t let go of your master’s feelings.”

How about this: after a few years, if there are no problems with this child, we can specially recruit him into the inner courtyard.

Then, regarding your mentor's side, how about allocating one more recommendation slot next year?

"Absolutely, absolutely, this is a great move." Several other academy leaders echoed, saying that this was indeed a prudent move, giving Cao Xuanzhen a way out and Wang Yunkai face.

"Alright, this is a trivial matter, no need to worry. Let's settle it here. Currently, the inner boundary of Pingzhou is shaking, and demonic calamities are rampant. As the heads of the Yuanmiao Sect, we should discuss how to handle this matter to prevent a repeat of the last incident where a demonic realm was created..."

Several other academy leaders nearby offered their advice and suggestions.

Cao Xuanzhen had no choice but to put down Han Yi's plaque.

"Sigh..." he sighed.

As I was about to leave, I saw the few remaining plaques on the table and made a decision.

"That's all."

He was eventually persuaded and turned to discuss the important matter of dealing with the demonic disaster with several of the academy leaders.

"When heaven and earth were created, the pure and the impure were first separated..."

In the outer courtyard of the Yuanmiao Sect, Han Yi sat cross-legged on a stone chair, silently reciting incantations, facing east, inhaling and exhaling the morning sun and rosy clouds.

Time flies, and now more than half a month has passed since his assessment.

During this period, although no one notified him or cared about him, he was still well taken care of and fed. Even without further training methods, he practiced secret techniques and honed his strength at a fixed time every day.

As the sun rises, its rays slant gently, casting a warm, golden glow upon people.

Han Yi was surrounded by silence, with only the gentle breeze ruffling his hair and soft breathing.

Within the Yuanmiao Sect, he experienced an unprecedented sense of peace, tranquility, and serenity.

There were no man-eating monsters, no sudden bandits, and no messy demons, ghosts, or vengeful spirits...

Yes, there are moments of peace and harmony.

You don't need to worry about food, clothing, shelter, or transportation, nor do you need to worry about being hunted down at any time. Everything is stable and safe.

All he needs to do is focus on his cultivation.

Yuanmiaozong was indeed the most suitable place for him.

"Is Han Yi here, a new disciple?" Suddenly, someone knocked on the courtyard gate.

Han Yi stopped practicing his internal energy and quickly went forward to open the door.

"Pack your things and let's go down the mountain." Outside the door, a young Taoist priest, dressed in a green robe, was twirling a white whisk around.

"Going down the mountain?!"

Han Yi was stunned, wondering if he had misheard.

"Shouldn't I be going to the Sword and Talisman Academy where the head of the Xuanji Academy is located? Why am I here?"

Having been at Yuanmiao Sect for several days, he had already learned quite a bit of information. The Dongyang Academy, where Wang Yunkai was located, was the same recruitment area as the Sword Talisman Academy.

"Still want to go to the inner courtyard? The head of the Xuanji Academy didn't take a liking to you, and none of the other academy heads want you either." The young Taoist sneered.

"How... is this possible?!" Han Yi's heart sank. There was a letter of recommendation, a recommender, so many gold notes, and even the most valuable mutant species was given to him. This ending...

“Nothing is impossible. Do you think our Yuanmiao Sect is a place that recruits trash? Every year, there are several people like you.” This young Taoist had entered the outer academy step by step from an ordinary martial artist through various examinations, and he had the most disdain for these people who held recommendation letters and rose to the top in one step.

The young Taoist priest led Han Yi to a two-story courtyard with gray walls and red tiles, and eaves that were as upturned as black birds spreading their wings.

Inside the room, the old Taoist priest Miaoqian was sitting upright in a mahogany chair, pretending to blow on his tea.

"You've arrived." He took a sip of hot tea and squinted at Han Yi: "Your name is Han Yi, right?" He was deeply impressed by this disciple who had so casually handed over the alien species.

"Yes, disciple. May I ask..."

Han Yi forced a bow, his tone anxious.

Snapped!

Miaoqian, the old Taoist, put down his white teacup and said leisurely, "There's nothing to say. You weren't chosen by the head of the academy, that's all."

Considering how much you've contributed before, I'll give you two choices.

First, you should exert yourself fully and continue to show filial piety. If you do enough, you will be allowed to stay in the outer courtyard, and there will be opportunities to be assessed and enter the inner sect in the future.

Second, return to where you came from.

He was deeply impressed by Han Yi, so he naturally did some research on him over the past few days.

He was just a country bumpkin from Pingzhou. Somehow, he managed to get the recommendation letter from Wang Yunkai, who gave it to him to repay a favor.

In other words, this person has no background or influence whatsoever.

So much money, yet so little protection, doesn't that mean...?

Han Yi felt a chill in his heart, a surge of resentment, frustration, and pent-up emotions welling up inside him.

Is being taken advantage of once not enough, and you have to do it a second time?

Is there anyone who bullies others like this?

"Senior brother, is there really no other way?" He clasped his hands in a respectful bow again.

"A solution? This is the best solution." The old Taoist Miaoqian unleashed his full power, and a terrifyingly thick aura flashed through his body. "If you want to learn skills, how can you do so without paying a price? If it weren't for the fact that you had been so generous in your previous service, I wouldn't have given you the opportunity to stay in the outer courtyard."

The decision to keep Han Yi in the outer courtyard was actually conveyed by the head of the courtyard, but in his words, it seemed as if he was the one who made the decision.

This is actually his attempt to use this to seek personal gain.

Anyway, this kid named Han Yi has no background, so if we can squeeze any little bit of profit out of him, that's fine.

That gold balm is so expensive, they must make a lot of money.

Anyway, he wasn't afraid of being discovered. Even if Han Yi refused and he left, he could simply tell the higher-ups that Han Yi was arrogant and looked down on the outer courtyard. The higher-ups wouldn't say anything.

"I see..." Han Yi understood.

“In that case…” His expression returned to normal, and he stood up. “Thank you for your care, Senior Brother. It is because I am not qualified enough to meet the many requirements of Yuanmiao Sect. In that case, I choose to go down the mountain.”

"Are you sure?" Old Taoist Miaoqian raised an eyebrow.

"Han's mind is made up."

"Take him down the mountain." Seeing he couldn't squeeze any money out of him, the old Taoist Miaoqian lost interest. Han Yi remained silent, walked out of the outer courtyard, and followed the main road to the mountain gate.

As he descended the mountain path, he inadvertently looked back and gazed at the huge stone in front of the gray archway: Yuanmiaozong.

After taking a deep look at those three words, Han Yi stopped hesitating, turned around, and strode away.

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At the foot of the mountain, in Qingjiang Town, inside an inn.

"Waiter, bring me a pot of good wine and a few of your signature dishes."

Han Yi sat at a table in the corner, feeling somewhat down.

When he encounters unhappy things, he likes to go to a corner by himself, order a pot of good wine, eat a few bites of good food, and dispel his worries. This is a habit he has maintained from his past life to the present.

"Alright, sir, the wine is here, the dishes are being cooked, and here are a few cold dishes for you to enjoy first."

The waiter called out, his face beaming as he brought over the wine and dishes.

"Hey, sir, you look kind of familiar."

This waiter was the same one who delivered the token to Han Yi on that day.

"Perhaps we've crossed paths a few times." Han Yi's mood worsened. The more cheerful he was when he left the inn, the more upset he became now.

"Enjoy your meal, sir!" The waiter didn't mind and left after putting down the wine and dishes.

Their inn is always fully booked, so it's normal to run into someone you recognize.

"Have you heard? The Wanhua Palace has been making quite a stir lately," a burly man in shorts and tight-fitting clothes whispered at the table next to Han Yi.

Although he spoke very softly, Han Yi, with his keen senses, could hear him clearly at such a close distance.

"The Palace of a Thousand Flowers?" His heart skipped a beat.

"Sigh, what could it be? It's just the Wanhua Palace secret realm, all that fuss about. If you ask me, it's just a matter of dying, and yet people are still scrambling to get in!" The speaker was a bald, burly man with copper earrings and a face full of scars.

"Brother, what is the secret realm? Tell us about it, so we can broaden our horizons," one of the men urged.

“This secret realm…” The bald man was about to say something.

"Sir, your food is here!" The waiter walked over quickly, carrying a large red plate.

"Sir, here's your spicy diced chicken. Enjoy!" The waiter deftly served a steaming hot dish to the bald, burly man's table. The aroma of the spicy and savory chicken was irresistible, making one's mouth water. After serving them, the waiter straightened up to serve Han Yi his dish.

Suddenly a voice rang out: "No need, just put the food here."

Han Yi smiled, stood behind the waiter, and pointed to the bald man's table.

"Well... alright." The waiter brought the food and turned to leave.

"Brother, could you tell me what this secret realm is? I'd like to hear about it." Han Yi smiled and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

“You are…” The bald, burly man was clearly the leader, and the other two people sitting at the table all looked at him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Han Yi, and I am…” Han Yi hesitated for a moment, “a martial artist who came to Yunzhou to seek a master and learn martial arts.”

The bald, burly man, Wei Laoda, looked at Han Yi. Although Han Yi's eyebrows were furrowed, as if he had something on his mind, he had a handsome face, a tall stature, wore a blue silk robe, and embroidered animal skin boots. He had an extraordinary aura and didn't seem like a bad person. Judging from his accent, he did indeed seem to be someone who had come from outside to learn martial arts.

This place is at the foot of Yuanmiaozong Mountain. Every year, countless people come here to learn martial arts. It is common for people like Han Yi to travel thousands of miles to find a master with their skills.