Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 363 Troublemaking (Part 5)

"Female disciples... this... our Mad Lion Gang is all men, we don't have any female disciples... Brother Han, you truly deserve to be called a hero of Jing Tian Manor, you even came up with such a scheme..."

His expression was ambiguous, clearly indicating that he imagined Han Yi to be a different kind of person.

"No female disciples...?" Han Yi asked thoughtfully. "Brother Lin, are you sure?"

"It's absolutely true. My Mad Lion Gang values ​​strength above all else. How could we possibly have female disciples?"

Lin Zhenwei spoke with a firm tone.

The Mad Lion Gang practices powerful, heavy-hitting martial arts, and their favorite type of men are bald, muscular giants. Even the women in their group are all broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, and robust—more manly than the most masculine men.

“Alright…” Han Yi smiled. “In that case, I won’t disturb Brother Lin’s rest any longer. I’ll be leaving now.”

"By the way, I'll ask again, are you sure the Mad Lion Gang has nothing to do with the Plum Blossom Pavilion's affairs?"

"It has absolutely nothing to do with us." Lin Zhenwei maintained his smile, his tone firm.

"Alright, in that case, I'll be leaving now." Han Yi clasped his hands in a fist salute. "If there are any reports of Plum Blossom Pavilion being harassed in the future, please keep an eye out for it or let me know."

"No problem, no problem." Lin Zhenwei readily agreed. "Don't worry, Brother Han, it's nothing, I'll take care of it."

Han Yi nodded and then left.

Lin Zhenwei waited for a long time, and after making sure no one was at the window, he returned to the main seat and plopped down. He took a large glass of water from the deputy gang leader Xu Feng, gulped it down, and then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead twice with a cloth before he finally calmed down.

"Damn it, young people are really hard to fool." He slumped into his chair and let out a long sigh.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and was more skilled.

"Chief, about the Plum Blossom Pavilion..." Xu Feng asked in a low voice, standing to the side.

"Keep going!" Lin Zhenwei glared at him. "We've already passed this hurdle, what else is there to be afraid of!"

“But…” Xu Feng hesitated, then suddenly frowned, “Chief, why do I smell a perfume scent?”

"?" Lin Zhenwei looked at him with some surprise, just about to take a closer sniff.

Suddenly, a voice rang out softly again: "Chief Lin?" Lin Zhenwei immediately jumped and looked towards the right window. He had closed it tightly just now, so there was still someone there?

“Here it is.” The voice came from his left.

He turned his head and saw that the right window was closed, but the left window was still open.

Sometime later, Han Yi slipped in through the left window, and it's unclear how long he'd been standing in that corner.

He instantly became alert. This kid, how could he appear and disappear so suddenly? And what he said just now…

"Brother Han, you haven't left yet?" His right hand firmly gripped the hilt of the knife.

"Just as I was about to leave, I remembered something else."

"What is it now?"

"I suddenly remembered that I only asked you to notify me, but you didn't leave your address. How are you going to contact me?" Han Yi said calmly.

"Oh?" Lin Zhenwei slowly loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "It was my oversight. May I ask where Brother Han lives?"

"Me?" Han Yi smiled, "I live in the inner courtyard of Jingtian Manor, in the Nine-Bend Courtyard. Do you know Flower Lake? Just walk along the forest path to the end, and there's a small pavilion in front of the gate."

"Okay, I've got it." Lin Zhenwei touched his chest. "Brother Han, is there anything else? Why don't you just say it all at once? I'm getting old, and my heart isn't good. I can't take your repeated scares."

“Other matters…” Han Yi hesitated for a moment, “Chief Lin…”

Bang! ! !

The deputy leader, Xu Feng, was standing perfectly still when suddenly his body went limp and his forehead slammed hard onto the table.

BOOM BOOM!!

Bang bang bang! ! !

Before Lin Zhenwei could react, the gang members around him collapsed one after another. Even those few who were still able to stand looked pale, their eyes were lifeless, and they were swaying precariously, as if they had been drugged with some kind of sedative.

He was quick-witted and realized what was happening immediately.

This person must have overheard their conversation, which aroused their suspicion, leading them to drug the girl.

"What a despicable tactic! We have no past grudges, yet you resort to poisoning me just because of a little suspicion. How utterly vile!" Lin Zhenwei's eyes widened suddenly, and he grabbed the large knife on the table.

"Go to hell!"

He roared, gripped the knife with both hands, and in an instant, a silver-white blade flashed, like the wind, like moonlight, and even more like a rushing waterfall.

"Chief Lin, aren't we brothers? Let me explain..." Han Yi stood motionless in the corner by the window.

"Brothers? Doesn't that mean brothers would go to great lengths for me?"

"You're willing to take these two cuts from me today, and then I'll listen to your explanation!"

call!

The enormous, door-like butcher's cleaver covered more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, instantly creating a small tornado in the huge hall.

Bang! ! ! !

The wooden window and the wall exploded instantly, and a large amount of dust rose up like a mushroom cloud.

"Where is everyone?" Lin Zhenwei quickly looked around, but there was no one there.

"Here it is."

A familiar voice rang out, and he suddenly looked up.

nobody!

"Slow...too slow..."

boom! ! !

But the next moment, the voice rang out from behind him again, and he screamed and flew backward.

As the gray fog gradually dissipated, a tall figure slowly emerged from it.

"Chief Lin, now, can you listen to my explanation?" Han Yi's eyes flashed as he maintained his single-palm strike posture.

He cultivates three martial arts styles simultaneously, including true internal strength. The three types of energy circulate within his body like a ribbon-like sphere, giving him abundant energy transformation.

In particular, his true skill, the Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm, after breaking through to the level of internal strength and undergoing a process of cleansing the tendons and marrow, greatly improved his body's flexibility and agility.

Combined with the explosive speed of the Flying Dragon Technique, how could his speed possibly match that of an ordinary martial arts practitioner?

"cough…..."

Lin Zhenwei coughed up a mouthful of blood, his hands barely able to grip the hilt of his knife. A surge of chilling, yin energy, like bee stings, had swiftly and stealthily shattered Han Yi's palm strike the instant it landed, piercing directly through the force generated in Lin Zhenwei's arms.

This, in turn, activates the properties of frost, slowing down the flow of qi and blood, causing the body to lose temperature.

"What... what do you want to say?" His lips were frozen purple, and the nine-curved palm print on his side was clearly visible to the naked eye.

"Chief Lin, I want to say that I really didn't use this poison. Didn't you guys notice the fragrance was a bit too strong just now?" Han Yi calmly analyzed.

He had just sensed that something was off about the atmosphere in the hall.