Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 459 Martial Arts Sparring (Part Two)

Although Xiao Yan's family suffered a great disaster when she was young, fortunately, she had a carefree and cheerful personality and quickly integrated into the big family of the Inspectorate.

She had a good relationship with many maids and servants, and Yang Du treated her as his own daughter.

The reason for speaking out at this moment was simply to avoid making his voice too loud and disturbing Han Yi, who was resting in the room.

"Uncle, it's urgent!" Xiaoyan's face was serious.

"Huh? What..." Yang Du was taken aback, just about to ask what was going on.

"It's alright, just bring the letter in."

Suddenly, Han Yi's lazy voice rang out from inside the room. *Snap!*

A dark red letter fluttered off the table.

The outer layer of the letter was clearly quite heavy, seemingly made of some kind of animal hide with excellent waterproof and airtight properties. On one side, the words "To be opened by Han Yi" were faintly written.

Han Yi squinted, his shirt half-draped over his shoulders, and his fingers lightly brushed across the letter.

"Supporting the fight, watching the battle... Senior Sister Zhong Han will challenge Chen Lingmo, son of Eagle Claw King..."

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"It seems this must be what ** was talking about..."

Although Zhong Yunxiu's letter didn't say much, it only asked many disciples of the Nine Turns Academy to return to the inner courtyard to watch the battle.

But Han Yi knew that this matter was definitely not as simple as Zhong Yunxiu's letter described, merely an ordinary sparring match between sects. Perhaps, behind the outcome of this battle lay Chen Lingmo's hidden conspiracy.

His words echoed in his mind again.

Chen Lingmo is a highly capable and powerful individual with a treacherous and cunning nature, making him a formidable enemy. Most people are unwilling to offend him.

"As one of the three high-ranking members of the Three Mountains Sect, and the daughter of Eagle Claw King, what is it that he absolutely must obtain from Senior Sister Zhong Han...?"

He thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Yang Du".

"Yes, sir." As the chief steward of the Inspectorate, Yang Du was always at Han Yi's door, waiting for instructions.

"Tell Old Li to pack his bags; I'm going back to the inner courtyard," Han Yi said calmly.

If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it anymore. But no matter what, he had to go back. If there really was a problem, he wouldn't mind lending a hand.

After all, he had just broken through and needed to hone his skills through combat.

Besides, guesses are just guesses most of the time; you have to see it for yourself to know.

Perhaps this incident is truly just a friendly sparring match between the two sects.

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Jingtianzhuang.

Although Old Li and his old horse are getting on in years, they are still quite fast.

The old horse knew the way and understood human nature. Furthermore, the official road was smooth and flat, and ordinary people wouldn't dare cause trouble upon seeing a carriage bearing the Jingtian Manor sign. Therefore, the journey was extremely fast, and they returned to Jingtian Manor safely. "Alright, Old Li, you go and rest first. I'll call you if I need anything." Han Yi lightly jumped down from the carriage, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The old horse seemed to be freed from its restraints, and it let out a few sighs as it galloped away.

Now, as Han Yi's cultivation deepens, his physical body becomes increasingly heavy and hard, far surpassing that of other martial artists of the same level, leaving the old horse exhausted along the way.

"Okay, okay..." Old Li nodded obsequiously, quickly leading the old horse to eat and rest. He and this old horse had spent half their lives together, and were like brothers.

Along the way, he saw Brother Ma struggling with his heavy load and felt truly heartbroken.

Han Yi walked along the main road of Jingtianzhuang in the familiar direction.

Although I haven't been back for a while, everything seems to be the same as before.

Old and rustic pavilion windows, clear little flowers with dewdrops on them by the roadside, and the unchanging lakeside where you can ride and enjoy the clear and fresh air.

"It really was quite wonderful..." Han Yi looked at a group of boys and girls playing and laughing not far away, a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

He kept walking and soon arrived at the entrance of Jiuqu Courtyard.

There were several more gatekeepers at the entrance than before, all of them young men dressed in black.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Han." Upon seeing Han Yi approach, the group quickly bowed and greeted him.

"Nothing much, I just came back to visit." Han Yi waved his hand and strode across the threshold.

Nine-Bend Academy was on the verge of collapse and disbandment, but his outstanding performance in boxing helped stabilize the situation.

It is precisely for this reason that the resources of Jiuqu Academy, which were originally scarce and insufficient, have been greatly replenished, and many outstanding talents have applied to join, which has once again brought fresh vitality to Jiuqu Academy.

So Zhong Yunxiu simply waved her hand and replaced the original gatekeeper with many new disciples, which could be considered a kind of training.

Han Yi, an ordinary disciple with mediocre status and little reputation, reversed the situation overnight, gained the appreciation of the head of the academy, and became a high-ranking inspector.

After these much-talked-about stories spread, his reputation was established throughout Jingtian Village and even Huayang City.

"Brother Han."

As soon as Han Yi entered the inner courtyard, he heard someone greeting him. He looked up and saw Sun Zheng and Sun Yuanxing, who had entered the sect with him.

He appears to be arranging manpower and venues, directing a large group of servants and laborers to build a fighting arena.

"So it's Brother Sun, long time no see," Han Yi replied politely, sizing up the person opposite him.

After not seeing him for more than half a year, Sun Zheng seemed to have lost a lot of his sharpness, his eyes were more cloudy, and he was much more worldly and mature than before.

"Yes, it's been a long time. You haven't changed a bit," Sun Zheng sighed.

Both of them were disciples who entered the Nine-Bend Academy in the same batch. Now, Han Yi has a noble status and serves as an inspector in charge of a region. His true skills have even broken through to the fourth level.

Thinking back to myself, I've been a beginner for the same time, yet I'm still just staying in the inner courtyard dealing with trivial matters, and I've accomplished absolutely nothing.

"What have you been busy with lately? I haven't seen you come back." He asked bitterly.

"I don't have time. The position of Inspector seems prestigious, but it requires daily hard work and running around..." Han Yi sighed. "Many times, I have no choice but to come back. For example, right now, I have to come back. I simply don't have time to cultivate and practice martial arts. It's not as good as you guys, who can stay in the inner courtyard and have plenty of time to cultivate."

“What cultivation? I’m just wasting my time.” Sun Zheng waved his hand. “I haven’t even finished the third level of true skill yet. I’m afraid if I don’t make any progress in a few years, I’ll have to leave the inner courtyard.”

"To succeed in anything, you need to persevere," Han Yi comforted you. "Think about your previous goals; everyone needs to have their own pursuits."