Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 340 Conflict (Part 5)

At this moment, Yang Huawu looked at the other side of the table.

The other heads of the academy either had their eyes slightly closed, as if they hadn't heard anything, or they were looking up, lost in thought, as if they were completely at his mercy.

Upon seeing this, Yang Huawu frowned.

Although he nominally manages these heads of the academy, in reality, their status, strength, and influence are roughly the same.

After all, if he were truly strong enough, he wouldn't have been forced to come down from the top three peaks.

"Head of Xuanzhen Academy, I have long heard that you are a great Confucian scholar with broad knowledge and great wisdom. Tell me, how should we deal with this?"

He directly called out Cao Xuanzhen's name. Among these academy leaders, Cao Xuanzhen was the least senior and the last to be promoted.

He dared not be negligent and said, "Senior Brother Yang, we cannot disregard the letter from the people down the mountain; we need to take certain precautions."

But often, seeing is believing. We can send people to Pingzhou to observe the reality.

On the other hand, we don't need to pay too much attention to their questions. According to our informants, the situation in Pingzhou is good now, and the threat of the demonic disaster has shown signs of receding.

Therefore, the claim that the Demon King appeared might just be a rumor…

Bang!

But before he could finish speaking, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open violently, and a messenger disciple quickly came to Yang Huawu's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

boom! !

Yang Huawu slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and looked extremely grim.

"Senior brother?"

Several deans stood up and gathered around to inquire about the details.

"Pingzhou... the earth vein array has been destroyed, the boundary wall has been breached... eight thousand winged soldiers, along with Grand Marshal Yi Sheng, the Demon Slayer, have vanished without a trace..."

He spoke word by word.

Meanwhile, several white cracks appeared instantly on the jade pendant in the hands of the Nine Lives Institute Chief…

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In the eleventh year of Emperor Wen's reign, the great demon Yougu King broke through the borders and invaded Pingzhou, joining forces with the demon sage Ice Wolf King to break their alliance and massacre eight thousand elite Flying Wing Army soldiers. From then on, Pingzhou was no longer able to resist the demonic calamity…

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Tianjing Town, the official road.

Han Yi traveled at breakneck speed, heading straight for Huayang City along the main road.

The autumn breeze is cool, and large swathes of golden rice fields line the roadside. Numerous oxcarts shuttle back and forth in the fields, and hunched-over old farmers use sickles to harvest the grain, baling it and stacking it on the oxcarts.

Han Yi felt relaxed and happy as he smelled the faint aroma of grains carried on the wind.

How long has it been since he last saw such a peaceful and tranquil scene?

Soon, at his current speed and stamina, he arrived in Huayang City in just half an hour.

He was dressed in the light blue attire of a disciple from the inner courtyard of Jingtian Manor, heading towards Xinqiaofang. Along the way, passersby all gave way to him, and even some martial artists from smaller sects turned their heads away, not daring to look at him for long.

Although Jingtian Manor has declined somewhat in recent years, it is still a force to be reckoned with, and it still holds considerable renown in its small territory of Huayang City.

Of course, the reputation here refers to the martial arts.

Although Jingtian Manor only has a few hundred people, the inner disciples are basically all martial arts masters, and the heads of the seven academies are all grandmasters or close to grandmasters. There are even rumors that there are many reclusive masters in the manor.

This is naturally someone that ordinary people wouldn't dare to mess with.

Furthermore, ordinary people wouldn't dare to cause trouble for someone like Han Yi, who is tall, strong, and powerful.

Soon, he followed the main road and arrived at Tianxianglou in Xinqiaofang.

Tianxianglou has more than six floors and is over ten meters high. Its name means to gather delicious food and spread its fragrance throughout the world.

This was the venue Fang Chengqi had arranged for the banquet to take place. It was also said to be owned by the Fang family.

Han Yi arrived at the entrance of Tianxiang Tower, where a large crowd of people were coming and going.

Led by the doorman, he entered the building first and walked uphill. The crowd gradually thinned out and the building was no longer so congested.

After reaching the fifth floor, the servant left on his own.

"Now that Pingzhou is in chaos due to the demonic calamity, the imperial court has made a solemn promise: whoever quells the calamity will be rewarded with ten thousand gold pieces and granted the position of Grand General. This is the perfect opportunity for us, a passionate young man, to display our talents and realize our grand ambitions."

As soon as he reached the fifth floor, he heard a commotion inside, with disciples giving impassioned speeches.

Fang Chengqi used his family connections to book the entire fifth floor.

At five tables, some people sat calmly drinking tea, while others slammed their fists on the table, their faces flushed. "To achieve merit and gain fame? How laughable..." one man shook his head and sneered. "Do you really think those demons are just mischievous, coquettish little ghosts or vixens from stories who only know how to fawn and drain yang energy?"

"A delicate fellow like you, if you went to the battlefield, you'd just be feeding the enemy."

“Brother Liu Wu, you are mistaken.” Another person objected, “In my opinion, those military warriors are extremely weak. At most, they practice outdated military martial arts, and their skills are crude and lacking in fine details.”

Despite such combat prowess, they were still able to fight back and forth with ease in the battle against the demons in Pingzhou.

"As one of the five major powers in Yunzhou, Jingtian Manor cultivates incredibly profound and mysterious martial arts. How could our strength compare to those soldiers who only know brute force?"

As soon as he finished speaking, many disciples chimed in: "That's right, Junior Brother Tang is right. We true martial arts masters have been cultivating for many years, and we are constantly thinking about how to improve our strength. How can our strength be compared to those military martial arts masters who suffer from hidden injuries throughout their lives?"

If people like us joined the army, we probably wouldn't be able to easily get a position like Lieutenant General.

Not to mention our Lord Manor Master, whose martial arts skills are astonishing, reaching the pinnacle of mastery; he could even command an army like a general.

The man's words were well said, and many disciples immediately clapped and cheered loudly.

“You are all mistaken.” A burly man stood up and spoke. His face was resolute, his figure was strong and powerful, and his black outfit exuded a sense of determination and righteousness.

As soon as the burly man stood up, all the disciples around him looked at him and listened intently.

Han Yi also recognized this person. He was the second senior brother in the Nine-Bend Academy, after the eldest senior sister. His name was Xiao Zhong. He came from a military family. His ancestors had served in the army for generations, and several of his brothers also held positions in the Yunzhou Prefecture Army. He was an upright person and had a lot of prestige among the disciples.

Xiao Zhong said with a serious expression, "My ancestors were soldiers for generations, as everyone is probably aware of. I also accompanied my father on trips to other states to exchange experiences."

To be honest, the Pingzhou Prefecture army is far from being as weak as you all imagine. Although their martial arts skills are not as exquisite and profound as the true skills of my Jingtian Manor.

But they are straightforward and fierce, their attacks are incredibly swift and direct, striking vital points. In a life-or-death struggle... in my opinion, we martial arts masters are far inferior.

Moreover, the main battlefield in Pingzhou is currently fighting against the 8,000-strong Flying Wing Army led by Grand Marshal Yi Sheng, the Demon Slayer. Although I have never witnessed the true strength of the Flying Wing Army.

But my brother-in-law is a military commander in the Dragon Spine Army, one of the four major armies. His cultivation level is not much different from mine, but I have sparred with him many times, and the result is...”