Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 462 Martial Arts Sparring (Part 5)

"Good, Brother Chen, that's great!" Fang Shouming laughed loudly, slammed his hand on the table, picked up the wine pot, and drank the wine in big gulps.

He still doesn't understand. What exactly did Chen Lingmo see in Zhong Han?

Zhong Han is just fair-skinned, long-legged, and pretty, maybe with a bit of talent, but that's about it.

Given Chen Lingmo's status and position, he could have as many women as he wanted; he could summon a whole bunch of them with a wave of his hand.

Even if I don't understand, as long as I can help them achieve their goal, that's enough.

He and his father went through so much trouble, just for this sentence, didn't they?

With such a huge favor, coupled with the current power of the Three Mountains Sect, it seems that his father's status as the deputy head of the manor will soon be officially recognized.

By then, he will be the legitimate son of the manor lord and the next successor to the leadership of Jingtian Manor!

Thinking of this, Fang Shouming's breathing became slightly rapid, and his face flushed. He didn't know if it was the effect of the alcohol or his inner emotions.

"Brother Lingmo, just listen to my instructions, just do this... and then..." He threw away the empty wine pot in his hand, walked up to Chen Lingmo, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Chen Lingmo's expression changed from surprise, admiration, and finally to a hint of anticipation.

"Then, tonight, everything will depend on Brother Fang's arrangements." There was even a hint of joy in his tone.

“Of course, of course. Zhong Han is a gentle, kind, loyal, and extremely conservative woman. After this matter, I believe she will be completely obedient to Brother Chen.” Fang Shouming blinked, as if everything was under control. “Then, regarding those matters I mentioned to you last time, after this matter is settled, I hope Brother Chen will put in a good word for you with your father.”

He is now eager to use Chen Lingmo's channels to increase external pressure on Jingtian Manor, accumulate dissatisfaction among the various inner courtyards towards the current manor lord Zhao Ziyang, and thus promote the replacement of the manor lord.

After all, even if Zhao Ziyang of the Azure Dragon Sect has a bigger reputation and stronger strength, he is not qualified to continue serving as the sect leader if he doesn't manage affairs and can't solve the sect's problems.

The final resolution of this matter can only be achieved by his father, Fang He. With that in mind, everything seems to be just around the corner.

"No problem!" Chen Lingmo readily agreed.

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter at the same time.

Everything is unspoken.

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At this time of year, the weather is getting warmer, and a stretch of undulating greenery is faintly emerging from the bare soil beside Flower Lake. Upon closer inspection, small red and pink flowers can be occasionally spotted, and their fragrance spreads from them, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.

A vibrant and thriving scene.

Han Yi walked gently along the lakeside path.

After leaving Zhong Yunxiu, he originally intended to go and talk with Liu Song, Zhan Xiuying, and other senior brothers and sisters, relax, listen to what had happened recently, and reconnect with them.

However, it seems that among the many senior disciples of Jiuqu Academy who are stationed outside and hold positions, his territory is the most remote, so he can only come in advance.

The others, who lived not far from Jingtian Manor, were probably all coming to prepare for the official start of their sparring match tomorrow.

After all, in everyone's eyes, this was just an ordinary friendly match between sects, not worth taking seriously.

He eventually went to find Senior Sister Zhong Han, but couldn't find her. His idea of ​​chatting and exchanging information with someone had to be abandoned.

Finally, following his usual habit, Han Yi went alone to the lakeside to relax.

Scenes from the past kept flashing by.

His eyes kept flashing with nostalgia and reminiscence.

Speaking of which, when he was in Jingtian Manor and didn't have his own independent training ground, the remote, quiet, and secluded area around Flower Lake was his best secret training base.

At that time, he had no resources, no friends, no strength, and was all alone, struggling to cultivate...

"Looking back now... it's a memory worth remembering..."

The past is like the wind, a gentle and warm spring breeze blowing slowly, causing Han Yi's black hair, which is draped over his back, to sway and undulate.

Suddenly, his mind calmed down, and his blood and energy circulated smoothly without any ripples. As the sun set, its afterglow was faint, and the clear lake water shimmered and moved in the pale yellow light. He emptied his mind completely, eliminating all distractions, and his heart was clear and serene. An indescribable sense of mystery welled up within him.

Human thoughts and ideas are complex and varied, like a never-ending stream, constantly arising.

Only the legendary saint can rid himself of all desires and thoughts.

Han Yi breathed naturally, emptying his mind of everything. His aura calmed down and dissipated. The pressure he felt from advancing the Heaven-Mending Technique also gradually subsided, blending into the surrounding environment.

"Junior Brother Han..."

He didn't know how much time had passed when a gentle voice softly woke Han Yi.

"Huh, Senior Sister?" Han Yi looked around in the direction of the voice after a moment of confusion.

Zhong Han, dressed in a green dress, gently lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands. When she saw Han Yi turn around, she smiled slightly and said, "I was painting on the shore just now when I saw a figure swaying precariously by the lake. I thought it was one of my junior brothers or sisters who was thinking of doing something rash."

Han Yi was immediately embarrassed, as he had no idea how long he had been there.

As dusk approached, the sky gradually darkened, and the sunset glowed fiery red.

He slowly got up, his bones and fascia crackling and popping as he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his body, and a sense of ease and agility burst forth from within.

Even the irritability and frustration that martial artists often experience from suppressing their fighting desires over a long period of time vanished without a trace during this opportunity.

The meditation I just experienced was, or rather, a state similar to sudden enlightenment.

Although there was no improvement in his strength, this improvement in his mindset would obviously have a more profound and lasting impact on his future path. "Junior Brother Han, what's wrong?" Seeing Han Yi looking somewhat lost in thought, Zhong Han asked softly.

Han Yi then snapped out of his daze and quickly smiled in response, "Oh, it's nothing."

He changed the subject, saying, "By the way, Senior Sister, I was thinking of looking for you earlier. I heard that you're going to spar with the masters of the Three Mountains Sect tomorrow. I wonder how your preparations are going, and how confident you are?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Han's expression darkened slightly. The reason she had gone to Huahu Lake alone to look at the scenery and paint was because she didn't want to think about this matter and felt troubled.

Fighting a powerful martial artist without knowing their background, and the outcome of this battle could have a significant impact on her future life.

Perhaps, she can only prepare for the worst.

Therefore, she naturally did not want to talk about this matter further.