Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 45 Zheng Yuncheng

"Hey, have you heard? That lecherous thief Wu Awei has been killed!"

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true! I heard that the officials in the Martial Alliance have already removed the bounty on Wu Awei!"

"I wonder which hero did such a good deed. Drink up, drink up, let's go and see..."

Inside the teahouse, several impatient people didn't even bother to drink the fine tea, rushing to the Martial Alliance to verify its authenticity.

"Hahaha, Wu Awei has finally been dealt with. My poor daughter!"

An elderly man dressed as a merchant first laughed loudly, then burst into tears, burying his face in his hands. As the news spread, similar scenes became increasingly common throughout the city.

In An'yan City, many ordinary families with daughters were overjoyed!

But while some rejoiced, others grieved. Within the Martial Alliance, the once-high prices for guards became scarce, causing them to feel melancholy.

But the person who started this whole thing...

"The people are truly, truly happy today!"

Han Yi hummed a little tune and walked briskly to the familiar mutton shop.

After receiving the reward, he found a secluded spot, casually took off his black robe, tied a bundle around his neck, and slung it over his shoulder.

There's a reason he's in such a hurry!

hungry!

Furthermore, the fact that his first mission with the Martial Alliance had such a promising start made Han Yi start to imagine a bright future.

He now has over five hundred taels of silver on him. Let's go, we must celebrate!

"Boss, five more bowls of mutton soup, please!"

"I don't want any offal, just the mutton!"

"Alright! Sir/Madam, please wait a moment..."

The mutton shop owner was all smiles, after all, another big sale had come in!

"Lord Han, how was the mutton soup this time? Did you enjoy the mutton?"

Although Han Yi was a martial artist, he treated waiters and shopkeepers with gentleness and showed none of the arrogance that other martial artists displayed when dealing with ordinary people.

So over time, Han Yi came more often, and the owner became familiar with him. "Delicious, delicious! This improved version is indeed several times more delicious than last time!"

"Boss, I would like to call you the 'Lamb Soup Immortal' of Anyan City!"

Han Yi often ate at this mutton shop. After getting to know the owner, he combined his foodie nature with the secrets of watching stewed mutton videos on Douyin and Kuaishou in his previous life, and exchanged experiences with the owner several times.

Sure enough, the mutton soup tasted even better than before!

"You're too kind, you're too kind." Upon hearing this, the boss's smile broadened even further.

"Don't just drink the soup, try the fried pancakes I made."

He returned to the kitchen and brought out a small bowl of mutton and a large plate of fried dough sticks.

"Lord Han, this is for you. Enjoy your meal!"

The mutton shop owner clearly knew Han Yi's appetite well; these dozen or so fried dough sticks and six bowls of mutton soup were exactly Han Yi's limit. "Oh dear, this won't do! Boss, you can't lose money!"

Han Yi waved his right hand repeatedly, but his left hand had already launched an attack on the fried dough.

As he grabbed a fried dough stick and stuffed it into his mouth, he muttered, "Thanks, boss!"

"It's nothing, it's nothing..." The mutton shop owner waved his hand dismissively, turned around, and continued with his business.

hiccup, hiccup

Han Yi let out a burp, patted his chest and abdomen back and forth, and picked his teeth with satisfaction.

After eating and drinking his fill, he felt the world was a little more wonderful.

"However, I feel like my appetite has increased a bit. Could it be just my imagination..." Han Yi wondered to himself.

Because this lunch cost him two large coins! One tael of silver is equal to ten large coins, and two large coins are equal to two hundred cash.

In other words, the five hundred taels of silver that Han Yi had was only enough for him to eat 2500 meals.

"The money is still too little. The road to making money is long and arduous."

Han Yi let out a long sigh.

However, I always sensed a subtle Versailles-like quality in his tone…....

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Boom, boom

"Junior Brother Han, open the door, let's go!"

It was already late afternoon, and wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys of Anyan City, their aroma filling the air.

"Let's go now!"

Han Yi and Pan Sheng had arranged to meet at the restaurant tonight to discuss the matter of the name being registered.

The two of them arrived at the 'Fulinlou' in Yuqingfang.

The 'Fulinlou' is about seven or eight meters tall, with a lobby on the first floor and private rooms on the second floor. Several rows of lanterns hang in front of the building, illuminating the signboard.

Although Fulinlou cannot compare to Yulanxuan in Heyuefang, it is still considered the best restaurant in Yuqingfang.

The two entered the restaurant, where the lobby was almost full of people, with sounds of drinking, drinking games, and even a few people arguing heatedly.

You can still faintly hear them shouting things like "I killed him..." and "bragging".

Han Yi frowned slightly. Although he didn't particularly like quiet, the first floor was indeed too noisy and chaotic.

Fortunately, Mr. Pan had already made arrangements with the owner of 'Fulinlou' beforehand, and the two of them went up the stairs to a private room on the second floor.

Although the decoration on the second floor is not luxurious and the furnishings are relatively simple, the fine rosewood chairs and the exquisite carvings on the doors and windows make sitting in the private room not only eliminate the noise from the first floor, but also allow a faint fragrance to waft into the air.

The simple yet elegant decor clearly shows that it was designed by a master designer.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Han, the food here isn't expensive; it's enough for you to afford."

As soon as the two sat down, Pan Sheng smiled and said to Han Yi.

"It's alright, it's alright..."

Han Yi was somewhat touched. He had suddenly become wealthy, and he could afford to go to places like "Fu Lin Lou" or even "Zui Xian Lou," but the way Senior Brother Pan took care of him warmed his heart.

Squeak

The door to the private room opened, and a tall, slender young man in flowing white robes with a knife at his waist appeared before Han Yi and his companion.

"Brother Zheng!" "Brother Pan!"

The two bowed to each other.

Pan Sheng turned around and said to Han Yi with a big smile, "Junior Brother Han, let me introduce you. This is Zheng Yuncheng, an outstanding disciple of our Crimson Flame Sect."

Han Yi then stood up and gave a slight bow, and Zheng Yuncheng returned the bow with a smile.

"I've heard Brother Pan mention Junior Brother Han before, and now that I've met him, he is indeed a man of great manners and handsome appearance!"

"You'll soon become an inner disciple. Then we'll all be family, and we can discuss anything together."

Zheng Yuncheng smiled and spoke gently.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much!"

Han Yi waved his hands repeatedly, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. He dared not be presumptuous in front of this senior brother.

From his perspective, this seemingly easy-going senior disciple had a stat that appeared to be '85~95' floating beside him!