Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 382 In the Treasure Hall

Han Yi, dressed in a scholar's robe and wearing a turban, walked along the bustling commercial street with the air of a young nobleman on an outing.

However, only he himself knows what terrifying, explosive power lies hidden within his seemingly delicate and harmless appearance.

He slowly walked out of the restaurant, came to the roadside, and waved.

"Young master, where are you going?" a coachman asked in a low voice with a smile.

"Jubao Hall." Han Yi slowly stepped into the carriage.

"Alright, young master, sit properly." The coachman cracked his whip, and the old horse reared up and slowly began to move.

"Anything new happening in Huayang City lately?" Han Yi asked, bored as he sat inside, and decided to chat for a while.

"New things? There are quite a few," the coachman replied with a smile.

People like him, who spend their days wandering the streets and alleys, soliciting business and picking up customers, love to chat and joke with those around them when they have nothing to do. They are very well-informed about all kinds of gossip in the city.

"Do you know the eldest son of the You family? The one nicknamed Longyangzi?" the carriage driver asked in a low voice.

"Longyangzi, is that the one who likes homosexual relationships..." Han Yi asked rhetorically.

"Shh..." the coachman quickly stopped him, "Young master, please keep your voice down. The You family mustn't hear this."

"The eldest son of the You family is highly skilled in martial arts, and every night he indulges in debauchery with handsome men, living a life of unbridled pleasure. What a pity..." he said mysteriously, which piqued people's curiosity. "What is it?" Han Yi chimed in, playing the right straight man.

"I heard that the eldest son of the You family went out to pick chrysanthemums..." He winked, clearly implying that picking chrysanthemums didn't mean picking them in the literal sense.

"He saw a handsome man and was so amazed by his appearance that he wanted to force himself on him. However, the handsome man had practiced Iron Hips Kung Fu and managed to crush the young master of the You family to death."

“…..”

Han Yi was speechless, three black lines appearing on his forehead. What kind of strange way to die was this? It sounded rather unbelievable.

It's likely that the coachman heard some false information from somewhere and is spreading rumors here.

He immediately shook his head.

It seems he was overthinking things, trying to extract important information from this kind of person. This kind of plot only appears in novels and storybooks.

In this illusory reality, a casual remark from an ordinary person from all walks of life can uncover several major secrets.

In reality, the lower you are in society, the more false the information you know. What you hear has undoubtedly been censored and concealed at every turn, and is therefore unreliable.

Just like the death of the eldest son of the You family, perhaps there are some hidden reasons, which are just being revealed through this kind of explanation.

"However, with the death of the eldest son of the You family, the title of the three young masters of Huayang City will change again." He didn't want to listen, but the coachman seemed to have opened a floodgate and kept talking.

Han Yi closed his eyes to rest, casually responding with a few "uh-huhs" and "ah-ahs".

"You must know the three great families of Huayang, right?" The coachman became quite animated as he talked about these gossips. "These three young masters of Huayang are the three most outstanding members of these three families."

Of course, "outstanding" here refers to high cultivation level, strong strength, and formidable fighting ability. Previously, that eldest son of the You family, although not a very good person and often abducting handsome men from the streets, possessed top-notch cultivation. It's said that his strength was comparable to that of the seven head disciples of Jingtian Manor.

Han Yi opened his eyes, somewhat surprised.

To be able to compare with the head of the academy, doesn't that mean one must at least be close to the level of a grandmaster?!

Just like the head of the academy, Zhong Yunxiu, he still hasn't figured out her true strength and level.

"Good, continue."

Encouraged, the coachman became even more excited: "The eldest son of the You family is dead, so what's left is Fang Jiulian of the Fang family and Hu Ping, the eldest son of the Hu family."

In fact, before that, only Young Master You and Fang Jiulian were truly powerful, especially the latter.

Fang Jiulian possessed extraordinary talent and was recognized early on by the Daoist Yuanmiaozong, who sent him up the mountain to study. After completing his apprenticeship, he joined the government army. It is said that he achieved mastery of his skills ten years ago and became a military officer. No one knows what level he has reached now.

Everyone knows that whenever the Fang family encounters problems or difficulties in Huayang City, they turn to this eldest son for help. It can be said that he can do what the Fang family can do, and he can also do what the Fang family cannot do.

"As long as Young Master Fang takes action, there's almost nothing in Yunzhou that can't be resolved."

"From what you've said, the first two are so impressive, so what about the last one, Hu Ping?"

“Young Master Hu Ping…” The coachman shook his head. “No, no, this man is no good. Young Master, you may not know this, but the Hu family is small in number. In this generation, Hu Ping is the only male heir.”

He was just an extra; there was no other way but to be listed as one of the three young masters. Anyway, as his name suggests, his strength was mediocre at best…”

As they talked, the carriage traveled smoothly, making several turns and passing through a vegetable market before arriving at a relatively quiet place.

This is Huayang City's famous antique street. Both sides of the street are lined with shops and stalls of all sizes, selling antiques and calligraphy and paintings, the authenticity of which is hard to tell.

Han Yi also arrived at the destination.

"Alright, sir, come again next time." The coachman smiled as he took the money and greeted the next customer.

"Jubao Hall... I hope I can find something here..." Han Yi got out of the car, looked at the few golden characters in front of him, and stepped inside.

A while ago, he asked Tao Qingtang about the source of the black tiger wood carving. As a result, Tao Qingtang recommended this source to him.

Jubaotang is the largest antique shop in Huayang City. It is also the best place for many thieves and families of tomb raiders to sell their stolen goods.

Just like the man who passed by Han Yi earlier. He was dressed in a scholar's robe, with gray hair and a book tucked under his arm. He looked like an old private tutor.

Unfortunately, the old man was faking it.

Han Yi glanced at the man and noticed that his hands were much rougher than those of an ordinary person, with four fingers of equal length and large knuckles, like iron nails.

At first glance, they seem to be people who frequently dig graves and make money off the dead.

However, he didn't care. After all, he wasn't a constable, and his family didn't have any tombs. Perhaps what he needed would be provided by this person.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Han? You didn't even let me know you were coming. We would have been able to get ready to welcome you."

As soon as Han Yi entered the hall, the shopkeeper saw him and quickly ran over to greet him.