Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 415 Inspector (Part Two)

"By the way, Xiao Yi," Zhong Yunxiu said, "have you fully recovered from your battle with Meng Renyi of Mingfeng Academy last time?"

"It's all thanks to the elixir bestowed by Master that I've recovered long ago." Han Yi was somewhat puzzled, wondering why Zhong Yunxiu had suddenly changed the subject.

"That's good..." Zhong Yunxiu said softly, "Xiao Yi, although you have lost your internal energy, your physique should be extremely compatible with the cultivation of the Cold Yin Nine Curves Palm, so your cultivation speed is far beyond that of ordinary people. You were able to enter the fourth level of the true skill after only two years of learning."

I happen to have a close friend who is known as a medical expert, and she is extremely skilled at repairing physical deficiencies, especially those caused by the dissipation of qigong.

Now that you've fully recovered, why don't we work together to find ways to correct your deficiencies, and also get your special physical condition checked...

Before she could finish speaking, Han Yi secretly groaned in despair.

He doesn't need to improve his physical condition, nor does he have any special constitution. If they were to take him for a checkup, wouldn't the truth be revealed immediately?

Zhong Yunxiu's intentions were good, but he didn't need them at all!

For some reason, Zhong Yunxiu always wanted to make up for his flawed foundation...

But he couldn't just use the same excuse as last time. Just as his mind was racing, trying to find a way to decline...

Suddenly a voice came from below the stage: "Master, Elder Fang has arranged for a physician to see me today, so I must go ahead."

Fang Chengqi finally couldn't take it anymore. Looking at Han Yi's nonchalant demeanor, he felt nauseous.

He finally couldn't help but speak up and decided to leave first. "Cheng Qi, I remember the doctor I found for you, wasn't he already..." Zhong Yunxiu was slightly taken aback.

"Master, the Grand Elder was worried and sent someone over again." Fang Chengqi interrupted the question, trying to keep his tone calm.

"The Fang family's Grand Elder? I see..." Zhong Yunxiu seemed to have thought of something, her expression turned ugly, and she lost her will to speak.

Han Yi was temporarily relieved, and he looked at Fang Chengqi with some gratitude.

However, they didn't even turn their heads and strode away.

Of the disciples scattered below the stage, only about ten remained.

Apart from Xiao Zhong, Sun Zheng, Zhan Xiuying, and Sun Ruoqing, whom he knew well, he was mostly unfamiliar with the others.

They were all newly recruited disciples of the Nine-Bend Academy.

Indeed, he had been a disciple for over two years, with older disciples leaving one after another and new disciples joining in wave after wave. He was now a true veteran disciple in name and in fact.

Facing everyone's gaze.

He smiled and nodded to everyone.

Xiao Zhong's eyes revealed approval and agreement, clearly showing his happiness and approval of Han Yi's choice to stay.

Zhan Xiuying and Sun Ruoqing, on the other hand, had unfocused gazes, probably thinking about their future. They had been in the hospital for a long time, but there was no hope of them achieving true mastery of their skills. They were also thinking about making money to secure their future.

As for Sun Zheng, a disciple who entered the sect at the same time as him, his expression was complex. On one hand, Sun Zheng was excited; he and Han Yi had a decent relationship, and he was thrilled that his friend could complete the cultivation task within the time limit.

On the other hand, he thought of himself. So much time had passed, and he was still stuck at the entry level of the third level of true skill, unable to make any progress. He was also feeling melancholy and a little jealous.

Han Yi glanced over the people he knew, and then over the disciples he had met once before.

These people didn't know him either; it was just a formality that Headmaster Zhong Yunxiu had summoned them.

"Alright, alright, Junior Brother Han, this is a congratulatory gift for you. Congratulations! Keep up the momentum and don't slack off."

Seeing that Zhong Yunxiu had been in a bad mood since Fang Chengqi left, and the whole scene was cold, Zhong Han quickly got up and started to liven up the atmosphere.

She held a square box wrapped in red cloth and winked playfully at Han Yi.

Han Yi smiled and took the box.

Afterwards, Zhong Han took charge of the event and said a few polite words. The small celebration specially prepared for Han Yi thus came to an end.

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Huayang City.

Fang family.

A continuous, undulating cluster of black buildings of varying heights, with ancient structures, yellow walls and red tiles, majestic and solemn, exuding a powerful aura, like giants left behind from ancient times.

A massive red pavilion, tens of meters tall, is surrounded by yellow lanterns that sway in the wind.

The attic has a white roof and red walls, and a pair of conspicuous copper rings hang on the door, each as tall as two people, giving it an imposing appearance.

But upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that this is merely decoration, a pattern inlaid on the gate.

On the observation deck at the top of the pavilion, a tall man dressed in black, as imposing as an iron tower, stood with his hands behind his back, quietly overlooking the tranquil building complex below.

His long hair was neatly styled, and although his face wasn't particularly handsome, it was angular and his eyes were cold. His features were quite ordinary, but when put together, they gave him a stern and aloof appearance.

Anyone who sees him cannot help but imagine him as a bloodthirsty beast fighting on the battlefield.

"Fang He, tell me, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry to come see me?" The man was clearly just looking at the scenery below, but it sounded like someone behind him was speaking.

"Young Master Jiulian, the plan has encountered a slight setback, and I need your help, sir." Fang He, dressed in a scholar's robe, spoke respectfully.

"An unexpected turn of events?" Fang Jiulian slowly turned around, his arms adorned with several gold rings that jingled softly.

"Fang He, I've given you enough funding. Come on, tell me, after all this time, what progress have you made? I lent you all thirty-six men from my elite elite army, but what was the result?"

He turned and stared at Fang He, coldly saying, "There's been another unexpected turn of events? You still need help? Fang He, you should know the consequences if the plan fails."

"This...Young Master Jiulian..." Fang He's forehead was damp with sweat. "According to your plan, you allied with the Three Mountains Sect and seized the position of Master of Jingtian Manor. Everything was going smoothly, but who knew that the Grand Elder would allow his clansman Fang Chengqi to join the Nine-Bend Academy..."

“Fang Chengqi, I know him, a lucky kid with a mutated bloodline. But…” Fang Jiulian’s body emanated a trace of killing intent, “But, I remember you already crippled this person with the Duocui Army!”

Fang He, although I'm not usually in Huayang City and only come back occasionally, you don't really think I know nothing about what's going on here, do you?

Are you going to tell me next that you wanted to force the Nine-Bend Academy to form an alliance with the Three Mountains Sect, but your plan was disrupted by a disciple named Han Yi?

"This..." Fang He was speechless. Fang Jiulian completely blocked what he was about to say.