Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 393 Under Pressure

Thinking of this, Zhong Yunxiu felt a chill in her heart and fell into deep despair.

She felt like she and her daughter were travelers walking through a dense forest at night, surrounded by ferocious beasts glowing green, ready to pounce and devour them at any moment.

"Sigh... Brother Tian..." she sighed, recalling her youth and the vows she had made, feeling even more lost and sad.

She bent down, took out the key, and opened the bottom drawer, where a camphor-like scent wafted out, indicating its anti-corrosion and insect-repellent properties.

It doesn't contain any gold, silver, jewelry, or other valuables.

Upon opening it, one is astonished to find works of art that resemble children's scribbles, with red, black, and green lines.

She gently pulled out a painting, as if holding a fragile, priceless treasure.

The doodle on the paper is a portrait.

It is a portrait of a woman, painstakingly drawn on paper with a black pencil.

Although the overall shape looks a bit crooked, the black lead marks are so deep that they seem to be tearing through the thick paper. It's clear that the person drawing was extremely serious.

The portrait of this woman shows a resemblance to Zhong Yunxiu, resembling her younger self, except that she lacks the gentleness and white hair she has now.

In the bottom right corner of the paper, there was a note that read, "Zhong Han, in... year, presented to Mother..."

The child's handwriting was crooked and messy, and due to the passage of time, the ink and lead had worn off, making it somewhat illegible.

But Zhong Yunxiu still looked at the child's clumsy work with a look of delight.

Zhong Han has loved drawing and painting since she was a child. This was the first painting she ever drew for her mother when she was a child.

Zhong Yunxiu recalled the funny things that happened when Zhong Han was a child. The gloomy look on her face gradually faded, and a smile slowly appeared on her lips, revealing a gentle look in her eyes.

Yes, no matter what, things are just inanimate objects. People are the most important.

As she looked at the screen, she gradually made up her mind.

Even if we lose the fight and the Nine-Bend Academy is gone, it doesn't matter.

As long as my daughter is happy, can do what she wants, and lives a good life, that's enough.

She would never do it for some vague fame or money...

She sent her daughter away to marry a stranger, someone her daughter didn't like at all! Although she had lost her support, like a vine in a forest without a tree to hold it up, she absolutely couldn't let her daughter suffer any injustice and become someone she couldn't rely on!

Boom boom boom!

I don't know how much time had passed, but suddenly there was a knock on the door.

In her haste, she carefully put the portrait away again.

“Mother, it’s me,” Zhong Han’s voice rang out.

Just now, led by Zhong Han, Han Yi crossed the square and quickly arrived at a small courtyard inside the Nine-Bend Courtyard.

This seems to be where Zhong Han and Zhong Yunxiu live.

After returning home, Zhong Han was very casual. He knocked on the door of the main house and then pushed it open and entered.

A short while later, she came out and looked at Han Yi: "Master... is inside..."

Even now, she still finds it hard to believe. She can't believe that Han Yi could have mastered the third level of true skill so quickly.

She paused for a moment, then said, "Never mind, you can go in..."

But she also felt that Han Yi had no reason to lie. Lying would bring no benefit and wouldn't fool his master.

Therefore, there is only one truth: he did indeed reach the required level of cultivation.

The thought of this made her feel somewhat annoyed. A disciple who had lost his cultivation and had no background had almost caught up with her in just a year and a half since he entered the sect.

It's truly a case of the new generation pushing the old aside... and she was just one of those old waves that were brutally washed ashore...

But at the same time, another thought flashed through her mind: Han Yi had reached the third level of mastery, those fists…

Han Yi nodded, stepped forward, and knocked on the door again.

"Come in," Zhong Yunxiu's voice rang out. Han Yi pushed open the door and entered the main house.

At this moment, she looked at Han Yi with some surprise. Obviously, Zhong Han had already told her some of the general situation.

"Zhong Han said you've mastered the third level?" She confirmed again. "Mastering the third level is fundamentally different from just starting out; it's quite difficult. It's only been a few months since you started. Are you sure?"

"Master, it should be fine." Han Yi nodded.

"..."

Zhong Yunxiu was silent for a moment, then waved her hand.

A gentle force enveloped a round bead, which then fell into Han Yi's hand.

"Concentrate all your strength and do not stop."

She stood up, walked to a spot not far from Han Yi, and observed him carefully.

She had just been thinking about the failure of the fistfight and what the final outcome of the Nine-Bend Academy would be, but now, it seemed that there was a turning point, which she found hard to believe.

"Okay." Han Yi nodded.

This bead is similar to a glass bead, transparent and round. It feels smooth in your hand. The only difference is that it's not as cold as a glass bead; instead, there's a faint warmth emanating from inside the bead.

He took a deep breath.

The Concealing Spirit Technique is fully activated, maximizing the output of the Cold Yin Force while concealing the fluctuations of other martial arts skills and blood energy.

After he mastered the Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm technique, this was the subject he focused on practicing every day.

The problem was that Zhong Yunxiu, the head of the academy, might notice something was wrong.

As the cold yin energy was poured in, Han Yi felt as if his strength had entered a large, soft, and endless sponge.

The bead, which was originally transparent and clear, began to become hazy. Then, a faint, dark yellow glow began to emanate from its surface.

"That's enough." Zhong Yunxiu nodded, and with a gentle wave of her hand, the bead was gently drawn back.

The current round bead has a bright and vivid yellow color, shining like a yellow gemstone. Inside, there are powdery ticket particles that constantly emit specks of fluorescence.

"Indeed, it is the third level of mastery." Zhong Yunxiu nodded slightly, her expression solemn. "Only with the third level of mastery of the Nine-Bend Palm, where the body's strength is condensed into one, can this phenomenon occur..."

She observed him closely, more closely than ever before, this unassuming disciple before her.

Although she was Han Yi's nominal master, she had never really paid any attention to this disciple.

All she knew was that Han Yi had performed meritorious deeds and that his family wasn't well-off; that was all she knew, nothing more.

Looking back now, I realize that I had only been paying attention to those few disciples who were hailed as geniuses.

As a result, those who were injured ended up in bed, while others were tempted and left the inner courtyard on their own.

In the end, he failed to discover the true genius, who was also a steady and loyal disciple, and knew absolutely nothing about him…

“You…” Zhong Yunxiu wanted to say something joking, but found her throat dry and she couldn’t say anything.