Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 435 News from Pingzhou (Part 2)

"Your views are too outdated and backward." Liu Song was blunt, or rather, he didn't know what politeness was. "Although the battle formations are strong, they are outdated tactics. Nowadays, the army is full of new and ingenious weapons and tricks."

Putting everything else aside, just considering weaponry, did you know that there is a new weapon in the army called the "Silk-Pulling Demon-Slaying Crossbow"? It is extremely powerful; a single arrow is enough to kill demons and monsters.

The demon generals are equivalent to martial arts masters among humans, and even powerful ones at that.

The crossbow formations, with over a thousand "Thread-Piercing Demon-Slaying Crossbows," fired in rapid succession, without any gaps or weaknesses. Even a horde of demon generals could be annihilated in an instant.

Moreover, besides the "Thread-Piercing Crossbow," the army also possesses a secret weapon called the "Divine Cannon," whose shells cause carnage, evaporation, and even earthquakes wherever they strike!

At this point, even he, who was known for his taciturn and expressionless demeanor, showed a hint of fear in his expression.

Clearly, Liu Song's trip to Pingzhou during the demonic disaster left a deep impression on him with the army's innovative and powerful capabilities.

Divine Cannon?!

Han Yi felt a chill run down his spine.

Just hearing Liu Song's description, a large number of memories from his previous life flashed through his mind.

Machine guns, cannons, tanks, and even nuclear missiles capable of destroying a country with a single strike…

Gunpowder, combined with the unique and mysterious forces of this world: internal energy, yin energy, primordial energy, talismans, demons, martial artists, grandmasters…

The power of this "Divine Cannon" is definitely no less than that of the so-called large-caliber cannons of his previous life. He knew that gunpowder existed in this world. However, the appearance of firearms still made him realize that he had underestimated others and this world.

Having memories of his past life, he naturally understood the devastating impact firearms would have on martial artists...

"Even so, from what you've said, these are nothing more than weapons for large-scale attacks. If they were to encounter a powerful demon, they would probably still be insufficient."

Our martial arts masters possess numerous top-tier concealed weapons such as the "Peacock Feather," the "Rain of Pear Blossom Needles," and the "Blood Droplet." Each shot is guaranteed to draw blood, allowing us to gain the upper hand in these elite one-on-one duels.

Sun Zheng disagreed and insisted on the principle of elites among the martial arts masters of the sect.

"Top-tier experts?" Liu Song sneered. "Ridiculous. Demons have an inherent racial advantage, with extremely strong physical defenses that far surpass those of martial artists at the same level. In addition, there are many different races, such as Crimson Demons, Insect Demons, Shadow Demons, and Heartless Demons, each with bizarre abilities. What use are your weapons specifically designed for humans?"

Moreover, all demons naturally possess a black membrane protecting their bodies. As long as the black membrane exists, no matter how severe the injury, it can be quickly healed.

If we martial artists want to break through this black membrane, we must use a lot of strength to consume it.

In other words, either a superior cultivation level is needed to overwhelm the opponent, forcibly using force to neutralize and break through the black membrane, or several martial artists need to work together to attack, in order to have a chance to kill the demon.

Besides these, the demon race also has the ferocious ice wolf pack to assist them, moving swiftly and freely. Without a formation, we sect martial artists alone simply cannot stop them!

His words were reasonable, well-founded, and righteous, and with Xiao Zhong nodding in agreement, Sun Zheng was speechless for a moment. Han Yi also fell silent.

Black membrane, an innate talent of the demon race.

According to ancient records, the black membrane is actually a form of external protection that is formed by the spontaneous and highly condensed Yin energy within a demon's body, completely enveloping all parts of the body.

Of course, the black membrane is not just a protective layer of yin energy on the surface; it is more of an invisible connecting force that runs through the entire physical body. If this force is not destroyed, then only the surface will be damaged.

Therefore, as long as the black membrane exists, the demon's physical body can quickly recover no matter how severe the injury.

It's similar to the characteristics of a true martial arts master, whose entire body is filled with power, endless and flawless. However, a true martial arts master's power can only withstand damage at most, but has no ability to heal injuries. If a vital point is injured, death is inevitable.

The two are worlds apart.

He had encountered demons many times when he was in Pingzhou. If he hadn't had the ability to forcibly absorb the black membrane on their surfaces and convert it into his own Yin energy reserves, he might have already become fertilizer in some field.

"In my opinion, although our sect's martial arts masters have an advantage in the number of experts, in the long run, group combat and alliances are the future trend."

Looking at his fellow disciples who were gradually quieting down, Liu Song said in a deep voice.

"Alright, Liu Song, it's understandable that your junior brothers and sisters haven't been to the battlefield and don't know how dangerous it is. You've just returned from the army, so take some time to recuperate, digest what you've learned in actual combat, and focus on your cultivation."

If possible, it's not impossible to advance one's true skill to a higher level.

At this moment, Zhong Yunxiu stood up and reassured everyone present.

As everyone enjoyed the dazzling array of food and drinks that followed, they gradually relaxed, the atmosphere became more lively, and they started chatting about everyday anecdotes.

As for the demonic disaster in Pingzhou that Liu Song mentioned, everyone just treated it as novel news and out of curiosity.

Nobody cares, nobody takes it to heart.

Apart from Han Yi.

After a hearty meal and drinks, everyone left.

Han Yi was no exception. After waving goodbye to his friends, he also flagged down a carriage and got in.

"Go to Jingtianzhuang."

"Alright!" the coachman replied cheerfully, and drove the carriage towards the outskirts of Huayang City.

The carriage swayed slightly with each bounce of its wheels, and soon arrived at Jingtian Manor.

Han Yi took out some money and handed it over as fare.

It was the Lunar New Year period, and although the coachman wanted to raise the price and earn more money, he didn't dare to say so when he saw Han Yi's tall figure and the cold aura emanating from him.

Han Yi entered Jingtian Manor with ease and followed the main road back to Jiuqu Courtyard.

Before leaving "Yuquan Tower", Headmaster Zhong Yunxiu asked him to come back, as if she had something to discuss with him.

The Jiuqu Courtyard was deserted. Most of the disciples had already gone home for the Chinese New Year, leaving only a few cleaning staff, who were mostly residents from the neighborhood.

Inside the main hall of Jiuqu Courtyard, Zhong Yunxiu sat on one side of a table, playing with a white jade ring in her hand, seemingly lost in thought.

"Master." Han Yi greeted him as always.

"Xiao Yi, you're here." Zhong Yunxiu snapped out of her daze, stood up, and beckoned Han Yi over.