Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 372 The Body of the White Lotus Immaculate

"This one seems pretty good..." Soon, Han Yi picked up a booklet.

"The Pure and Immaculate Body of the White Lotus".

This martial arts manual appears to be a fragment of a martial arts manual that a master from Jingtian Village seized from a high-ranking member of an evil cult.

According to the instructions, if one cultivates the "White Lotus Immaculate Body" to its fullest extent, one's body will be as pure as a white lotus and as flawless as crystal. After entering a state of inner strength, one's sense of smell will be greatly enhanced, and one will be extremely sensitive to toxic substances, achieving the effect of being immune to all poisons.

Most importantly, the power cultivated in this book is of a yin-oriented nature, and the power mostly floats on the body surface and will not be related to the Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm.

He planned to start by addressing the issue of poisoning, since, based on his experience, most martial arts masters possessed some skill in using poison.

So start by training your resistance to toxins, practicing one book at a time. If there are no problems, then max out the other resistances.

In summary, it's a cyclical process: stack armor, then stack armor again.

Having chosen his secret manual, Han Yi headed straight to the counter on the second floor to collect the genuine copy.

The disciple on duty behind the counter was drowsy and had no idea that anyone would come to the library to read books during the Chinese New Year.

At that moment, he was still half asleep and quickly gave Han Yi the real content.

Han Yi put away the book and walked towards the stairwell.

Suddenly, he smelled the aroma of braised pork ribs.

When I went downstairs, I saw that old man Fu, who usually guarded the library, had somehow gotten a large plate of lean pork ribs and steamed a big pot of hot rice. He was there eating with great relish, enjoying the meat broth.

The oily, bright red broth is thick and stringy on the ribs, and the succulent chunks of meat look tempting. You can easily tear off a big piece of meat and then eat a spoonful of glistening, steaming white rice.

The fragrance was so enticing that Han Yi, who had just come downstairs, couldn't help but sniff.

"Isn't this Xiao Han?" Old Fu chewed on a piece of meat, his words somewhat slurred. "Why are you leaving so late today?"

"Today... I read a lot more..." Han Yi swallowed hard, struggling to shift his gaze.

His physical constitution and vitality are inferior to others. His only advantage lies in his comprehension.

The vast and imaginative knowledge from the modern world, along with his broad perspective, allowed him to gain a better understanding of various matters after absorbing the martial arts knowledge system here. At the same time, because of his consciousness from his previous life, he knew one thing: knowledge is power.

Therefore, Han Yi should be considered one of the disciples in the entire Jingtian Manor who most enjoys reading in the library.

In addition, he devoted himself to reading during the holiday.

They had long since become quite familiar with each other, especially with Old Fu, who treated the library as his own home and guarded it every day.

“I read for a while longer…” Old Fu didn’t even look up, just kept eating. “You’re quite the tough guy, it’s almost New Year’s and you don’t even go out to have some fun.”

"I just love reading..." Han Yi explained, sniffing the air as the fragrance grew stronger.

Gurgling.

He touched his stomach; he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and the aroma was making his stomach rumble.

"Want to eat something?" Old Fu looked up at him. "Isn't that inappropriate?" Han Yi hesitated, "I'm shy, I'd feel bad."

"Are you going to eat it or not? If not, I'll eat it all." Old Fu scoffed. "You're just a liar, and you call yourself shameless?"

"Have a bowl." Han Yi said dismissively, touching his cheek; it was indeed quite thin.

He entered the management office of the library, which was also Mr. Fu's residence.

It's called a management office, but there's really nothing there—just a small bed, a set of tables and chairs, and some books, paper, and pens.

The two sat facing each other and began to enjoy their meal.

Old Fu was so anxious that he didn't even have time to grab his pipe, which he always carried with him, and quickly used his chopsticks to pick up meat from the large bowl.

Han Yi was not to be outdone, and he also shoveled rice into his mouth in large mouthfuls.

Soon, only a little red broth and a few bright red chilies remained in the bowls in front of them. The rice cooker only had a few burnt bits of rice crust left.

The rest were empty.

"How's it? Pretty good, right? I used spare ribs from a black-backed pig, and added goji berries and cardamom for seasoning, which have warming and invigorating properties, and are good for the eyes and liver..."

Old Fu picked up his pipe, puffed on his pipe, and chatted smugly with Han Yi.

"Your skills are truly excellent, senior." Han Yi patted his belly with satisfaction.

"I told you, don't call me senior, I'm just an old gatekeeper." Old Fu tapped his cigarette ash with displeasure. "It's just that you seem like a good person. I haven't seen anyone like you who loves reading so much in many years."

"This junior is not naturally gifted and comes from a poor family. I can only find ways to increase my strength through reading and learning." Han Yi smiled, still insisting on referring to himself as a junior. "Hey, that's the thing about you, kid, that's just not likable." Old Fu sneered, "I've already said I'm just an old gatekeeper, why do you have to do all this fancy stuff?"

"Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is just a matter of etiquette, it has nothing to do with strength," Han Yi said with a polite smile.

"Alright, alright," Old Fu shook his head. "I'm not going to talk about this. I heard you've been doing pretty well out there lately, killing that bastard, what's-his-name Lion?"

"Does Elder Fu know about this?" Han Yi raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

How could Old Fu, an ordinary old gatekeeper, possibly...?

"Hehe, this old man of mine, everything else is old, but my ears are still sharp." Old Fu chuckled.

"Elder Fu, that Mad Lion Lin Zhenwei, although his death is somewhat related to me, I definitely didn't do it myself." Han Yi asked tentatively, "Elder Fu, this man is a third-level martial arts master, won't that cause any trouble?"

“I’ve heard about this before. You’re in the right in terms of both reason and morality. What trouble could there be?” Old Fu said dismissively. “Besides, he was just a martial arts master who cultivated three strengths. He’s dead, so what?”

In Huayang City, apart from the three major families and our Jingtian Manor, all other forces are insignificant. Focus on your training and don't worry about them.

"Ok?"

Han Yi gave Old Fu a deep look. He was clearly just an unremarkable old man, with little aura or blood flow, and dressed like an ordinary person. Even in the system's view, he was just an ordinary old man...

But the words he just said had such an air of dominance…

Could it be that he really is the kind of person...?

Snapped!

Old Fu, holding his pipe, slammed it heavily on the table: "Stop, stop! Don't get your hopes up, kid. I'm not some peerless reclusive master, and you're not some genius, nor have you had any extraordinary encounters."

These are things that people naturally learn as they get older.

That's all. "