Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 409 Meng Ren

"It's alright, I'm used to it." Han Yi shook his head and picked up his wine glass: "Senior sister, have a drink. I had a lot of problems with my cultivation recently, and I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"Mm." Zhong Han nodded gently, as if everything was normal.

Han Yi didn't pay much attention, but he felt that Zhong Han was quite pretty, with flushed cheeks and delicate features, making her exceptionally beautiful.

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All good things must come to an end.

After several rounds of drinks, the disciples took their leave and the event concluded.

Han Yi followed the crowd downstairs.

As he was leaving, he saw Senior Sister Sun Ruoqing, dressed in a light white gauze dress, her face meticulously made up. She had also kept several disciples behind and was talking to them about something.

It's probably similar to last time; they're planning to bring them into the Hundred Heroes Club or the Belle Club to earn extra money and prepare for their future retirement.

Although Sun Ruoqing is quite strong and has already reached the third level of True Skill, she has devoted all her energy to making money and recruiting people, and her strength is extremely weak.

Han Yi shook his head, didn't even say hello, and quickly walked away, preparing to go home.

In his view, the most important thing for a martial artist is cultivation; making money is merely a secondary matter to facilitate cultivation. Isn't Sun Ruoqing's approach of putting the cart before the horse, putting the cart before the horse?

I had only gone halfway up the stairs when I could faintly hear the sounds of fighting and shouting coming from the street outside.

Everyone quickened their pace and ran outside to see what was going on.

"Oh dear, gentlemen, my stall..." a vendor said bitterly.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! The officials will be here soon!" someone tried to break up the fight.

On the street, food vendors made a fortune. Snow-white wontons rolled on the ground until they turned black, and hot oil was spilled all over the ground. The iron pot that held the oil was already broken in two.

"It's the Yun Sha Gang and the Guan Yang Sword Sect. Why are these two fighting?" In the Nine Curves Courtyard, a sharp-eyed disciple whispered.

On the street, one man wielded a silver-white longsword, its blade flashing like a serpent poised to strike. The other man, wearing boxing gloves, threw punch after punch, his movements as swift as lightning, darting left and right, impossible to predict.

“I heard that the Cloud Fiend Fist is a small gang that a senior brother from the Chongyin Academy started after graduating.” Zhong Han stood next to Han Yi and introduced, “As for the Guanyang Sword Sect, it seems to have a background support from the Yangzhi Academy.” “The Chongyin Academy and the Yangzhi Academy have never been on good terms, and with the Chongyin Academy’s defeat in the fist fight today, it’s estimated that there will be some more trouble for a while.”

She sighed; clearly, this wasn't the first time she'd seen something like this.

Vendors set up stalls to make a living.

Martial artists seek fame in order to cultivate and develop their skills.

Two seemingly unrelated things are actually the same in essence.

They're all acting in their own self-interest.

Since the Reprinting Institute lost to the Nurturing Academy in a fistfight, it naturally received fewer resources.

As the two fought, they gradually drifted apart and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the faint sound of their weapons clashing.

"Let's go, let's go. Everyone, be careful on your way back." Zhong Han turned around and spoke softly.

With the excitement over, everyone gradually dispersed, returning home to their own families.

After this gathering, new disciples will join, and many familiar faces will leave. Perhaps many people will not realize that this may be the last time they see each other in their lives.

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Seasons change, half a year passes, and winter comes again.

At midday, the sunlight was dim.

Han Yi sat by the lake, quietly watching the constantly shifting, shimmering surface of the river.

Fine, continuous splashes of water lapped against the rocky shore, polishing each pebble until it was as smooth as a mirror.

"Brother Han, Brother Han!" A burly man dressed in a black short-sleeved outfit rushed over. His bald head was shiny and reflected the sunlight, making him exceptionally eye-catching.

It was none other than Meng Ren, whom Han Yi had defeated before; he had a foul mouth and a somewhat reckless personality.

"Brother Han, I've been looking for you for ages, I knew you'd be here."

Meng Ren's face was rosy, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

“…..”

Han Yi glanced at it sideways, then closed his eyes again, ignoring it.

Even if this winter is warmer than usual, you're not afraid of the cold.

But in the dead of winter, you don't need to wear shorts and expose your big arms and thick legs.

You're not exactly a pretty girl.

Dressed like this all the time, following me around like this, especially in this quiet, secluded place like the pebble beach, what will other people think of me? What if someone calls me a pervert?

After thinking about it, Han Yi decided to ignore him.

"Big brother, didn't you say last time that if you went bald, you'd become stronger? I'm bald now, how come I still can't beat you?" Meng Ren asked, scratching his bald head with a simple and honest expression.

After being severely injured by Han Yi's punch last time, he took several months to recover. As soon as he recovered, he came to find Han Yi.

For most people, after being severely injured, the first thing they would do is find the assailant.

Get revenge! Fight back!

But to everyone's surprise, this guy was quite something; the moment he saw Han Yi, he immediately bowed down.

"Brother, tell me, how did you learn that move you used last time? I've been thinking about it for so long, but I still can't find a way to counter it."

"Big brother, do you have some kind of special physique? Why are you so strong?"

"Brother, did you also practice other martial arts? The Nine-Bend Cold Yin Palm doesn't seem to have this kind of speed. I feel like your legwork is also very impressive..."

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Han Yi felt helpless. Meng Ren had been clinging to him ever since his injuries healed.

They either went to look for him inside the Jiuquyuan courtyard or staked out his house.

In the end, this guy even discovered the tranquil lakeside where he was secretly cultivating, causing chaos and confusion.

But he didn't have many good solutions.

Yes, Meng Ren was no match for him; he couldn't beat him.

But every time he came over, people treated him with respect and a humble attitude, so he felt a little embarrassed to take action.

Of course, in the end, he couldn't stand it anymore and taught Meng Ren a lesson.

The key issue is that Meng Ren possesses the Ironwood Body, which grants him high defense and rapid recovery. If the blows are light, he won't feel anything. But if he's beaten into serious injury like in a boxing match, it would be too ruthless.

After all, the ranking of the boxing matches is a battle for face between Jiuqu Academy and Mingfeng Academy. There's no way to leave room for compromise. But in private, life still goes on, and we still have to live peacefully.

Besides, Meng Ren is, after all, a genius disciple of Mingfeng Academy with a powerful background. He is under the special care of Zhang Ruoning, the head of Mingfeng Academy, so we can't be too ruthless towards him.

Therefore, this simple-minded Meng Ren, like a sticky candy, kept chasing after Han Yi everywhere.