Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 314 At Jingtian Manor

It is difficult for an outsider, or someone who joins halfway through, to rise to a high position.

"Thank you, Miss Huang." Han Yi bowed and handed some gold notes to Huang Rong.

This time, Huang Rong didn't say anything and accepted it generously, saying that he would use it to help Han Yi later.

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A moment later, a burly man with a face full of scars and muscles as big as a small mountain pushed open the door and entered.

"Cao Jinyun, Han Yi, Yu Xin, those whose names are called, come with me to participate in the test." He looked impatient.

Han Yi and the other two stood up and were about to leave the room. "Wait, I was here first, so why is he the one who took the test first?" A chubby man stood up, pointed at Han Yi, and said indignantly.

"Whoever's name is called, that's who it is. Those whose names aren't called, wait here. If you don't want to participate in the test, leave." The burly man's face trembled, showing no politeness whatsoever.

Are you kidding me? How much money did they pay in total? You only paid a registration fee, which might even be refunded, and you're still expecting some kind of benefit?

You'll be tested sooner or later anyway, so what's the rush?

If it weren't for the lack of money to cultivate, who would be willing to waste time cultivating here every day like a grandson, doing chores that are almost like doing odd jobs?

Yes, there are indeed rules that strictly prohibit outer disciples from collecting fees privately, but outer disciples are also human beings.

"We've wasted all our time and energy here, can't we at least earn some extra money?!" Before the chubby man could react to the shout, the burly man led Han Yi and the others out of the house.

His face, which was as round as a pancake, turned a deep liver color, but he couldn't vent his anger. He could only sulk and plop down in frustration.

Are you kidding me? Can you even walk on this?

He paid the money!

Soon, led by the burly man, Han Yi and his two companions arrived at an open space.

Wooden training weapons were placed around the perimeter of the training area, with a square, dark yellow wooden floor in the center that was slightly raised above the ground.

Above them stood a man in a white robe, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his clothes fluttering in the wind, exuding an extraordinary air. He stood quietly in the center of the room, looking at the group with a smile in his eyes.

"Senior Brother, the people have been brought here. These are the first batch of people to participate in the test today." The burly man with a face full of scars bowed obsequiously, as docile as a little white rabbit, showing no trace of his previous arrogance.

"Alright, you may go now." The white-robed man's voice was clear and pleasant to the ear.

Then, he smiled and said to Han Yi and the other two, "My name is Zong Wu, and I am in charge of this entrance disciple test. You can proceed one by one in order."

His eyes were slightly closed, his hands hung naturally at his sides, and a trace of energy emerged from between his fascia and muscles, circulating and surfacing on the surface, with a faint fiery red glow between his palms.

“Cao Jinyun, a native of Huayang City, is a martial arts master specializing in the Jinchi Tongsheng Fist.” The gray-clad man beside Han Yi stepped forward and walked onto the wooden floor.

"Please enlighten me, senior brother." He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Please." Zongwu slowly raised his arms, one in front of the other, assuming a fighting stance. "Come on, use your full strength."

Cao Jinyun crossed his fists and punched out like a praying mantis, nimble and free, each move aimed at the vital points of the human body.

This Golden Roaring Victory Fist seems to be a powerful fist technique that emphasizes explosive force and wide, sweeping movements. Zong Wu, however, continued to smile, simply parrying the attacks with fluid and natural movements, his fists blocking and his fingers deflecting, repeating the cycle without even shifting his feet.

After a brief stalemate, Zong Wu suddenly nimbly swung his right arm, lightning-fast, and grabbed Cao Jinyun's left elbow. He then used his left arm to strike forward with a fist, transforming it into a sword-like finger, and easily struck the acupoint on Cao Jinyun's elbow.

Suddenly, Cao Jinyun felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her body feeling weak and powerless, and she lost 70% of her strength.

With a forceful pull and push of his right arm, Zong Wu subdued Cao Jinyun instantly. No matter how hard he tried to move, he couldn't budge him.

"Not bad. You've already mastered half of your father's Golden Roar Tong Sheng Fist. Once you enter the manor, practice day and night without slacking off," Zong Wu said gently, releasing his grip.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother!" Cao Jinyun was overjoyed and bowed respectfully.

He knew he had successfully entered the realm of martial arts. He had no chance of defeating Zongwu anyway, but he did his best to demonstrate his abilities.

"Alright, next one." After Zongwu finished playing, he looked at the people below the stage.

"My name is Han Yi, from Pingzhou, a second-level martial arts master." Han Yi also clasped his hands in greeting and introduced himself.

"A second-level martial arts master?" Zong Wu was taken aback, his expression changing slightly.

If an ordinary person who has never practiced martial arts is like an unsprouted seed, and refining bones and blood is the initial sprouting, then a martial arts master is like someone who has grown branches and trunks.

The second level of martial arts mastery means that the branches and trunk have hardened, the direction has been determined and solidified, and the foundation has been laid.

At this level, the choice of training method is extremely important. Once you break through, the remaining three levels of strength are nothing more than the process of accumulating strength, gathering power again, strengthening the special effects of strength, and preparing for the breakthrough to the Grandmaster level, laying a solid foundation.

Therefore, there are practically no martial artists like Han Yi who, after becoming a second-level martial artist, would still consider switching back to another sect.

"I'm pursuing breakthroughs through multiple paths simultaneously." Han Yi's expression revealed a slight bitterness. "My hometown has suffered a disaster, and I have no future."

"Pingzhou, a demonic calamity..." Zong Wu vaguely knew about this matter, nodded, and was not surprised.

Pingzhou suffered a disaster, and a large number of martial arts resources fled. Yunzhou, as the most prosperous region in the vicinity, naturally saw many people from Pingzhou.

"What a pity..." He sighed. Looking at Han Yi's information, he was not very old. He had become a second-level martial artist at a young age, which showed that he had good talent. It was a pity that he had taken the wrong path and embarked on the path of mixed martial arts.

"Have you thought this through? Even if our Jingtian Manor has a way to solve the problem of mixed martial arts, it means you will have to put in a lot more effort than others, and you may even have to go through the process of transforming qi and blood into strength all over again," Zong Wu asked again to confirm.

Mixed martial arts is not a new path; it's a troublesome path that the older generation has abandoned and discarded. The mixed martial arts path involves cultivating multiple complementary martial arts, tempering the internal organs, transforming tendons and marrow, training the whole body, and finally integrating them to generate true power, thus becoming a grandmaster.

This path, though seemingly smooth, is actually extremely difficult. Just finding complementary martial arts to balance the internal energy conflicts is enough to stop 90% of people.

The remaining fusion of forces is extremely dangerous; a slight misstep could lead to conflict and sudden death.

Therefore, in the path of martial arts, it is difficult for even one in a hundred people to succeed.

Subsequently, the development of genuine martial arts swept away the mixed martial arts path like autumn leaves falling, consigning it to the dustbin of history.

Currently, within Yunzhou, those with genuine skills cultivate them, while those without will try to find secondary genuine skills to develop martial arts.

Even in a backward southwestern region like Pingzhou, where martial arts were largely isolated, mixed martial arts were still revered as the ultimate standard. Of course, since Yunzhou was the birthplace of mixed martial arts and had a large number of practitioners, after abandoning mixed martial arts, it naturally developed various methods to solve the problems of disordered qi and blood and impure strength.

Jingtian Manor, as a prominent force in Yunzhou besides Yuanmiao Sect, also has solutions for mixed martial arts. However, these methods all have significant side effects, leading to a decline in cultivation level.

However, this was enough for Han Yi.

After all, the only way to find a perfect solution to the problem of uneven blood and qi, and to transform turbid blood into primordial blood, is through the Yuanmiao Sect.

“Understood. My Qi and Blood are still at their peak, and I can maintain their stability for at least twenty years. Even if I have to start over, I should have enough time.” Han Yi nodded in response.

“Indeed, that’s true, there is definitely enough time. Remember, mindset, perseverance, and persistence are the most important. As long as you persist, you will succeed many times.” Zong Wu gave Han Yi a few words of advice.

A martial artist like Han Yi, with a clean background and mastery of internal energy cultivation, is a highly sought-after source of disciples for Jing Tian Manor. After all, even within Jing Tian Manor, martial artists at the second level of internal energy cultivation are considered high-priority candidates.

The fact that he was able to cultivate to the second level of strength in a small place is enough to show that he has good talent.

Therefore, there shouldn't be any major problems with getting started with Han Yi.

His biggest worry was that people like Han Yi, after retaking the course, might fall behind others and their mindset might change.

This has happened before. Often, when a highly talented disciple resolves the impurity of his internal energy and blood, his cultivation level declines. When he starts cultivating true skills again, he has no advantage over other disciples with less talent, and may even be at a disadvantage.

This often leads a person to doubt themselves, which in turn affects their future development.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother." Han Yi bowed respectfully.

"It's alright, let's begin. Go all out, don't hold back," Zong Wu said with a smile.

"Please give me some pointers, senior brother." Han Yi stepped forward, channeling his strength and power, and threw a punch with fierce force.

He didn't hold back at all; it was a full-force punch.

As blood and qi circulate in the forearm, the blood flow accelerates, causing the blood vessels to bulge and expand significantly, making the two arms appear disproportionate.

A force about an inch thick lingered around the tip of his fist, making him invincible.

"Well done!" Zong Wu's eyes lit up, his palms suddenly turned red, and with a surge of energy, he threw a punch that looked heavy but was actually light and airy.

boom! ! !

The two fists collided instantly, producing a dull thud.

Han Yi first felt that the opponent's force was empty and floating, as if hitting a ball of sea. Then, a huge shock wave, like a flash flood, surged out.

Thump, thump, thump! His face flushed red, his forearm went numb, and he took three steps back before he could dissipate the force.

"Not bad, he is indeed at the level of a second-level martial artist. His foundation is also extremely solid, and his strength is among the best of his generation."

"Furthermore, you're still quite young, and even if you've studied martial arts, overall, you can be rated as having above-average potential." Zong Wu remained expressionless, completely unaffected, standing motionless in place, offering his comments with a smile.

"Thank you for the compliment, Senior Brother."

Han Yi was somewhat shocked. His full-force punch not only failed to cause any damage, but its power was even absorbed and rebounded by Zong Wu.

'So powerful, is this what a true master of martial arts at the peak of their skill is like...?'

The power gap is too great.

Back in An'yan City, a second-level martial arts master was already considered a remarkable figure. But here, any random chief disciple could easily defeat and crush him head-on.

Just now, apart from not using his Reverse Scale state, which he had reserved as a last resort, he had already used all his other methods.

At the very least, he used 70% of his strength, but he couldn't even move his opponent's feet.

He didn't believe that this was the opponent's strongest strength. He was sure that the opponent, like him, was the chief disciple and possessed many unique skills such as explosive secret techniques.

"This is the explosive power of the Dragon-Controlling Heavenly Fire Fist. I have cultivated it for many years and have already enhanced the special effects of the Dragon-Controlling Heavenly Fire Fist three times, so it naturally has this kind of power."

"Junior brother, if you can become a disciple of my mountain lord's lineage in the future, you will surely be able to learn this true skill." Zong Wu seemed to see the horror in Han Yi's heart and was worried that he would be traumatized, so he quickly explained.

"Is the gap between true skill and ordinary martial arts really that big...?" This was the first time Han Yi had ever seen true skill in actual combat, especially from a master who had achieved great mastery of true skill.

"Indeed, true skill, true skill. It can cultivate true qi and reach the level of a grandmaster. How can ordinary martial arts compare? Just like your multiple cultivations, no matter how many you cultivate, the strength is not the same and cannot be integrated. It is difficult to resist the same level of enhanced true skill."

Therefore, true skill is the most important foundation on the path of martial arts. The more times you cultivate true skill and strengthen your strength, the more your body will automatically be protected by strength in the later stages. Insects and flies cannot land on it, and wind and rain cannot enter. Its power will also become greater and greater, just like I am now.

However, practicing multiple martial arts simultaneously is different. While it greatly increases one's internal energy reserves, the energy generated cannot be integrated, resulting in a loose and unrefined state. Even with numerous martial arts practiced concurrently, one can only effectively fight those weaker than oneself.

As expected of the chief disciple of the Mountain Lord lineage, Zong Wu explained in detail to Han Yi the differences between the two cultivation paths.

Han Yi kept these words in mind and expressed his gratitude respectfully.

"It's nothing. Your teachers will tell you all about it later. I'm just giving you some general knowledge in advance," Zong Wu said with a gentle smile, waving his hand dismissively.

"Alright, the last one." He looked at the last person.

Han Yi left the arena and waited for the result with Cao Jinyun.

Soon, the third person's assessment was completed, and they passed smoothly.

It's easy to understand if you think about it. The first choice for the locals of Yunzhou, including those who came from other places to study, would inevitably be the same as Han Yi's: to try and see if they could enter the Yuanmiao Sect.

Only if Yuanmiao Sect fails will these people turn their attention to other forces in Yunzhou.

However, from another perspective, someone with such financial resources, strength, and goals who sets Yuanmiao Sect as their first choice must also have decent strength and aptitude, at least at the medium level of potential. Therefore, even if they cannot enter Yuanmiao Sect, becoming a disciple of Jingtian Manor is more than enough.

Zong Wu led Han Yi and the other two out of the dojo and along the path to a small, independent building in the very center.

The gray-black building stands quietly inside Jingtian Manor, with a dark brown plaque hanging on it bearing three red characters.