Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 412 Extreme Cold (Part 1)

“However, now…” Han Yi looked at the surface of Flower Lake in front of him.

The sun was warm, and the shimmering lake reflected the scenery on the shore. The lake flowed gently but powerfully, with only a slight ripple.

He looked towards the opposite shore of the lake in the distance, and suddenly an interesting idea flashed through his mind.

A thought that allowed him to adapt to his increased strength, along with a touch of wicked humor.

Just do it.

call…...

He slowly exhaled a breath of white air, and a chilling, yin energy flowed throughout his body. *Boom!*

He stomped his right foot hard, and the round stone beneath his feet turned into stone powder and exploded.

In the blink of an eye, Han Yi transformed into a phantom and appeared in the middle of the lake.

Click, click...

A large amount of cold yin energy spread from his feet, activating the "extreme cold" characteristic, which quickly formed a small layer of ice on the water surface beneath his feet. At the moment of falling into the water, he lightly touched the water with his toes in conjunction with the cold yin energy.

He once again soared forward like a great bird.

After repeating this back and forth several times, he lightly leaped and reached the other side of the lake.

Han Yi stood on the shore and looked back.

The ice on the nearly 100-meter-wide lake surface had melted, and wisps of white mist were rising. The spot he had just left was now barely visible.

"What's this called? Iron Palm Water-Walking? Or Crossing the River on a Reed?" Han Yi asked in a pleasant mood.

He could feel the coolness of the lake water, and the water droplets, protected by the protective force, were kept out and slowly dripped to the ground.

At this moment, he truly understood the wonderful feeling brought about by the fourth level of true skill.

It's a feeling of power flowing inside the body, a wonderful sensation of great strength returning to oneself.

"No wonder the academy has a rule that one must complete the fourth level of true martial arts within three years... Perhaps, only by reaching the fourth level can one be considered a true martial arts master..."

He took another step forward, stood with his hands behind his back, his feet on the water, quietly watching the water vapor rise from the flowing lake.

Just like the "water-walking" training in the ninja anime I watched in my past life...

He now seems to be able to walk freely on water...

As long as the frequency and quantity of the cold yin energy output are controlled, one can stand steadily on the water without falling.

Han Yi, like a child who has just received a new and exciting toy, stood on the lake and kept running against the current.

"The Cold Yin Force, so this is the true Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm? Good, good, good!" He smiled as he felt the strong wind coming from beside his ear.

He started from a small border town in Anyan City and has been practicing martial arts for five years now. Finally, he has a sense of the thrill of having his destiny in his own hands!

From being a mining disciple of the Crimson Flame Sect, being hunted and coerced, to the emergence of demons and monsters and the resulting chaos, forcing him to leave Pingzhou, then being pursued again, to Yunzhou, to the Yuanmiao Sect, and now to Jingtian Manor…

He experienced far more than ordinary people or other martial arts masters along the way.

The bittersweet memories of the past, the various hardships, the myriad flavors, are beyond words...

But now, Han Yi felt only a strange sense of exhilaration. It was like a person who had been adrift at sea for a long time suddenly seeing the coastline ahead.

That is a goal, a future, or perhaps a hope...

"The sea laughs, the tides surge on both shores, I drift with the waves, I only remember today..." A line of lyrics suddenly popped into his mind.

Han Yi couldn't help but look up at the sky and let out a long roar, releasing his emotions from the bottom of his heart.

"Huh? Junior Brother Han?" A clear, slightly surprised female voice rang out.

Han Yi looked over upon hearing the sound and was immediately taken aback.

Along the banks of Huahu River, the water is as smooth as a mirror, like a mirror with colorful gems inlaid on its edges. Surrounding the shore are large swathes of golden trees, and hundreds of small red flowers stretch as far as the eye can see. Dark green grass sways in the wind, and the beautiful sea of ​​flowers ripples, exuding a rich fragrance.

On a tree-lined, fragrant open space by the riverbank, Zhong Han had a sheet of drawing paper on a flat rock in front of him, with various pigments such as cinnabar, ochre, lead powder, and graphite laid out beside him.

She held a paintbrush, wore a white dress, and had a beautiful and delicate face, a slender and graceful figure, and long, jet-black hair that cascaded down to her shoulders. Her skin, in particular, was truly flawless, like porcelain.

"Senior Sister." A hint of amazement flashed in Han Yi's eyes. He quickly came back to his senses, pushed off with his toes, and leaped into the air, landing gently next to Zhong Han.

"I just paint to express my feelings when I have nothing else to do..." Zhong Han smiled slightly and explained.

"I was just passing by, I didn't disturb you, senior sister, did I?"

"It's alright, it doesn't matter." Zhong Han picked up his brush and continued painting.

Azure sky, emerald green lake, golden fallen leaves...

Han Yi stood aside, quietly watching her continue to write, and a picture of an autumn scene with the afterglow of the setting sun over a lake slowly appeared before his eyes.

Having just broken through to the fourth level of true skill, his anxious and excited emotions gradually calmed down. Han Yi gazed at Zhong Han's painting for a long time, feeling the cold yin energy slowly flowing through his body. Suddenly, he gained a deeper understanding of the application of energy, or rather, of the visualization diagram of true skill.

At the same time, he gained a deeper understanding of the life of a martial arts master like Zhong Han, who had achieved true mastery of martial arts.

The life of a martial artist is not just about fighting, killing, training and making money; there are also moments in their leisure time to relax and unwind.

Just like Tao Qingtang's wood carvings, Zhong Han's painting skills, and so on.

The way of both civil and military affairs involves a balance of relaxation and slackness.

A martial artist's mind will be clouded and their emotions suppressed if they only engage in fierce and relentless training, which may lead them down an extreme path.

Even metal swords, which appear incredibly hard and have intact exteriors, are not immune to damage.

However, without maintenance, during a fight, it will inevitably gradually accumulate localized permanent damage, and then completely break down at some point.

This is known as metal fatigue.

The same applies to people.

"So, what exactly is my method of relaxation...?" A hint of confusion flashed in Han Yi's eyes.

Zhong Han had already left alone sometime earlier, without anyone noticing.

Han Yi looked at the painting in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Under the golden sunlight, the boundless lake reflects the afterglow, with large expanses of blank space beside it.

He took out a clay xun from his pocket. It was yellow all over, made of fired clay, about the size of a goose egg, with six holes and a mouthpiece at the top.

This was a musical instrument that Bai Sanren had left him. He always kept it with him as a memento.

He slowly brought the ocarina to his lips.

The xun's sound was clear and melodious, like the song of a nightingale in a dense forest. He was completely immersed in the sound of the xun, and gradually his mind and body began to relax, his energy and strength... everything slowly loosened up...