Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Qiu

To everyone's surprise, Li Feng frowned upon hearing this.

"Elder Li is usually gentle and generous, and is deeply loved by the clansmen. However, after that incident at the sect last time, his temperament seems to have become a bit impatient..."

Han Yi knew what he was referring to: the recent investigation by the Crimson Flame Sect into the traitor within the Black Wind Stronghold bandits.

It is said that the traitor is a deacon from the External Affairs Hall. This deacon has followed Elder Li for many years and had gone to find Elder Li many times before the incident, which led to Elder Li being taken in for investigation and questioning for a long time.

"Perhaps the elder values ​​you. Isn't that a good thing?" Li Feng patted Han Yi on the shoulder and said with a smile.

The two parted ways at the inner city gate. Li Feng naturally returned to his residence to cultivate in seclusion, while Han Yi walked along the main street towards Yuqingfang. "Don't run! Attack! Fight them!"

"Spare me, Master Dog, spare me... I'll never do it again..."

"Steal, I told you not to steal..."

In broad daylight, with people coming and going all around, they seemed oblivious, continuing with their own business as if nothing was amiss.

Within a city, where there is sunlight, there are also places where shadows can form.

Changningfang is a no-man's-land in Anyan City. To the east of here is the territory of the Qianye Sect, and to the west is the area of ​​the Chiyan Sect.

If you want to take a shortcut back to Yuqingfang from the inner city, you have to go through Changningfang.

Changning, Changning, meaning long-lasting peace and tranquility, has a good meaning, but here it only feels ironic.

Fighting, killing, swindling, and cheating were commonplace in Changning Ward. Every day, several small gangs were formed and destroyed here, a place filled with bloodshed, violence, and poverty. Even standing by the ward gate, Han Yi could see the filth piled up haphazardly along the roadside inside Changning Ward, and could even faintly smell the stench of filth and rotting matter.

If Heyuefang is the wealthy area of ​​Anyan City, and Yuqingfang is the living area of ​​ordinary people in Anyan City, then Changningfang is the slum of Anyan City.

Perhaps because he had been standing there for a while, a sallow-faced and emaciated man emerged from behind the one called "Dog Master".

Although he was thin, he walked toward Han Yi with a fierce expression, as if he wanted to tell him to leave.

As they got closer, the man realized that Han Yi was wearing the black outfit issued by the Crimson Flame Sect, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"This, sir, we are from the Mad Dog Gang..." The man forced a smile through his teeth. "The Crimson Flame Sect told us that they don't care what happens in Changning Ward." Han Yi casually glanced at the group. The numbers above their heads were mostly between '1' and '3', indicating that this so-called Mad Dog Gang was just a bunch of ordinary people.

"Sir, don't underestimate this little kid. He's a habitual thief!" Seeing that Han Yi didn't speak, he mustered up a bit of courage and said.

Han Yi ignored him. Since there were rules here, he couldn't say anything. Being new here, he should keep a low profile. He turned and left.

"What's with the act? He's just an outer disciple, a bunch of dirty workmen..." the man muttered. "He really thinks he can fool me? He should take a good look at himself in the mirror..."

Since breaking through to the mid-stage of Bone Refinement, Han Yi's five senses have become much more acute. He can hear the buzzing of mosquitoes within ten meters clearly, let alone these few words.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

He casually tossed out three dark blue bullets. "Ah, my palm..."

"Run!"

The man and the 'Dog Brother' who was punching and kicking him were instantly pierced through the palm by a hidden arrow.

The members of the Mad Dog Gang screamed in agony as they scrambled and crawled away in a sorry state.

The people around fell silent and dispersed in a flurry.

However, the boy lying on the ground was extremely agile and scrambled to his feet in a flash.

"My name is A Qiu, big brother, I'll follow you!"

Before Han Yi could leave, the child hurriedly ran up to him.

Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. This A Qiu looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, and his whole body was thin and bony. Although his eyes were very small, they could not hide the cunning in them.

He laughed irritably, "You're just a thief, are you going to help me steal things?"

"I was just starving... so I stole his cured meat..." A-Qiu said aggrievedly.

"Let me tell you, there's nothing in An'yan City that I don't know!"

Hearing his arrogant tone, Han Yi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Then tell me, what major event is going to happen in An'yan City? If it's useful to me..."

He took out twenty or thirty coins and weighed them in his hand.

A Qiu's eyes lit up instantly when she saw the copper coin in Han Yi's hand. Her eyes darted around as if she was thinking about something.

“Brother, I think you’re from the Crimson Flame Sect,” A Qiu said mysteriously in a low voice. “I heard that the Crimson Flame Sect is going to attack Black Wind Stronghold soon!”

In an instant, Han Yi's eyes narrowed, and his fingers, which were caressing the copper coin, stopped abruptly.

"Didn't Li Feng say that the attack on Black Wind Stronghold was only circulating among the sect's higher-ups, and that he himself had only vaguely heard about the plan from Elder Li? But now, how come even a habitual thief is saying it with such conviction..."

"Could it be an inside agent, or someone from higher up?" A growing thought flashed through Han Yi's mind. "It seems like this is the only explanation..."

"Where did you hear about this?" he asked A-Qiu.

“I heard it from someone when I went to pick something up once,” A Qiu said, scratching his head sheepishly. “Those people looked unfamiliar and didn’t seem to be from Changningfang.”

Han Yi immediately understood that A Qiu must have overheard this while he was thiefing.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he asked A Qiu in a cold tone, "Have you told anyone else about this?"

"No, no, I just heard it a few days ago. Nobody else has said it except you!" A Qiu was startled and stammered.

Seeing that Han Yi didn't reply for a long time, A Qiu said anxiously, "Give me the money, and I'll only talk to you if something like this happens again."

Han Yi glanced at A Qiu, who was anxiously scratching his head and cheeks, and thought to himself, "Peddlers and laborers from all walks of life are always the most well-informed. I don't have any sources of information in Anyan City, so A Qiu can be of some use as my eyes and ears."

Thinking of this, Han Yi casually handed the money to A Qiu and said, "Yuqingfang, Qiuzhu Alley, the second house on the left after entering. Let me know if you have any news in the future, and you'll get your share of the benefits."

Ah Qiu agreed repeatedly and left with a big smile on her face.

After the brief incident, Han Yi continued walking towards Yuqingfang.

However, the fact that there was a traitor among the high-ranking members of the Crimson Flame Sect was just his conjecture. He did not intend to tell anyone, after all, the words of a habitual thief were not enough to convince people!