Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 474 Special Characteristics (Part 2)

"Cold Yin, Separated from Dust, Purified!"

Han Yi let out a low shout, and a large amount of icy, bone-chilling Yin energy erupted from all the orifices of his body, spreading like ice layers, purifying and expelling the foreign energy from his body layer by layer.

Zhong Han gracefully took several steps back to create distance, and chuckled, "Junior Brother's burst of power is not bad. It temporarily prevents me from catching you with my lock-on ability. However, since we are both below the fourth level of True Skill, how many times can you use such a burst of power?"

As soon as she finished speaking, almost instantly, she lightly traversed a distance of more than ten meters, like a butterfly fluttering among flowers, and struck Han Yi's back with her palm once again.

Han Yi protected his head with both fists, his feet feeling as if he were wading through mud. He quickly turned around, swung his palm and hooked his hand, and threw a punch at Zhong Han. He had already realized that in terms of understanding and familiarity with the true skill, the Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm, he was far inferior to Zhong Han.

If things continue like this, and he can't use his trump cards and can only rely on his true skills, he's bound to lose.

He immediately changed his move, using a technique from the Qianyang Gong: Qianhong Zhentian.

Caught off guard, Zhong Han was caught off guard by Han Yi's sudden change of tactics and took a hit.

Han Yi, seizing the advantage, pressed his advantage, suddenly raising both fists and slamming them together towards Zhong Han.

"Junior brother is not bad..." Zhong Han smiled lightly, quickly adapting. His hands moved like raindrops, striking out a set of palm techniques completely different from the Nine-Bend Palm. It seemed to be a set of exquisite and fast-paced female grappling skills.

The two clashed repeatedly, like raindrops pattering on banana leaves, in a continuous and relentless exchange.

A dozen or so breaths passed, and the techniques unfolded: legwork, fist strikes, palm strikes…

Several different martial arts techniques were unleashed by the two of them, flowing like water, endlessly.

Han Yi relied on his status as a martial arts master to learn a wide variety of martial arts. He had already mastered many of these skills, which allowed him to switch between fist and leg techniques with ease, much like an iron chain.

Zhong Han, on the other hand, has been stuck at the sixth level of the True Skill for a very, very long time.

At this point in time, since her skills were not improving, she also came into contact with and learned a lot of other martial arts.

I want to take this opportunity to learn from others, to grasp the essence of other martial arts, and to integrate them into my own understanding.

This, in turn, facilitated a breakthrough in her true skills.

Both were skilled in various martial arts, and their clash was quite a spectacle, with various martial arts moves changing back and forth.

At this point, the fight has gone beyond simple instruction and sparring; it's more like a test and conjecture by each of them regarding their own martial arts techniques.

It can also be described as a unified understanding and integration of their respective paths.

"Junior Brother Han, be careful." After a long while, Zhong Han seemed to have gained some kind of enlightenment. He leaped out of the battle.

She took a slow breath, a strange light flashing in her eyes: "The fourth, fifth and sixth levels of true skill, in the end, are all a process of accumulating strength. The biggest difficulty lies in the choice of the enhancement catalyst."

The seventh level of true skill is entirely different. It requires the martial artist to precisely control every muscle and bone in their body, even the smallest fascia. This is what is meant by "subtle and profound internal force."

With every move she made, her agility and skill seemed to have increased even more than before.

"So, junior brother, remember this well: you're currently at the fourth level of True Skill, so the key is to choose special-nature enhancement catalysts and strive to cultivate with special characteristics. And later... what you'll need to train is your ability to control your own internal energy..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Han had already disappeared from the spot, a speed far more agile and nimble than before.

In the blink of an eye, Han Yi felt a slight tremor in his chest, a subtle force like the bite of insects, which would be imperceptible unless one was consciously trying to sense it, slowly moving across his body.

Zhong Han's previous force was like spider silk. Although it was not easy to detect, spider silk was sticky and slowed down the body, so it was easy to detect.

Now, her strength is like water droplets, floating on the surface of her body, making it difficult for others to detect.

"My path... ice melts into water, and water becomes ice..." The branches and leaves swayed, and Zhong Han stood high on the trunk, her voice carrying far, "Water drips and wears away stone, streams gather into rivers, penetrating everywhere, entering through gaps... This is my understanding of Cold Yin Force, which can be called Cold Yin Force - Break..." At this moment, her eyes were slightly closed, and a corner of the dark clouds had just dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky. A beam of golden light shone down, illuminating her golden hair, making her look like a saint.

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Jingtian Manor, Yangzhi Academy.

The gray-blue square is surrounded by a wide, high platform on all four sides, with a large number of stone tables and chairs. From above, one can have a clear view of the square.

Looking into the distance, vast stretches of uneven buildings stretched as far as the eye could see, with only a few special places where the rooftops were barely visible.

This is a garden-like area, with tall trees standing quietly all around, forming a semicircle that encloses a cluster of black and red buildings and pavilions, creating an atmosphere of utter tranquility.

The entire building is constructed entirely of massive black stone, which glows with a faint reddish light when sunlight hits it, as if it possesses some kind of special protective effect.

At the very top of the pavilion, on a terrace that extends out like a pointed corner, someone is sitting, seemingly gazing quietly at the scenery below.

Fang He sat motionless in the middle of the terrace, his mind churning with thoughts. His face was expressionless, but his slightly trembling eyelids and clenched, white knuckles revealed the turbulent emotions swirling within him.

The plan failed.

Within Jingtian Manor, the various heads of the various departments were increasingly vocal in their accusations of impeaching him, and their dissatisfaction grew.

Chen Lingmo was severely injured and remains in a coma.

Although he repeatedly sent the best medicines and sought out good doctors to treat the patients.

But all efforts were in vain. Chen Lingmo seemed to be entangled in a strange fire poison, deeply embedded in his bones, clinging on and difficult to eradicate. Eagle Claw King Chen Ying also had a very bad impression of him because of this, and they almost came to blows several times when they met.

This gradually dimmed his spirits, and he completely lost Chen Ying, the Eagle Claw King, his powerful external ally.

Without Chen Ying's outside help, he would not have been able to subdue the leaders of Jingtian Manor.

The leaders of the academy were already dissatisfied with him, not to mention the even more difficult challenge of Zhao Ziyang.

His actions have crossed the line for everyone. There is absolutely no chance he will ever have the position of manor lord again…

Actually, there's nothing to it.

He is now the deputy head of the manor, and even if he weren't the head, it wouldn't seem to matter.

But…....

A pair of eyes suddenly flashed into his mind.

Those were Fang Jiulian's eyes. Indifferent, ruthless, and filled with cruelty, they were like the eyes of someone looking at prey.

Fang He's breathing became rapid and his whole body turned ice cold.

He consumed so many of Fang Jiulian's resources—human, material, and financial resources—and then what was the result?

Got nothing.

Fang Jiulian was known for his impartiality, strict adherence to rules, and willingness to reward meritorious service.

On the contrary, problems arose, and despite being given multiple chances, success was still not achieved…

That is punishment...

Being impartial and incorruptible means that regardless of kinship or relationship, Fang Jiulian will treat everyone equally.

Those punishments...

Fang He's face turned deathly pale, and he felt a chill run from his heels straight to the top of his head. He would rather die than endure those inhuman and horrific punishments.

He looked down at the ground below.

The ground was damp, covered with soft yellow grass, and several servants were trimming the shrubs on both sides with shears.

If he were to leap from a height of tens of meters, remove his protective gear, and deliberately strike a vital spot, injuring his head, he would likely die on the spot.

But his death was simple. He was gone, and whatever happened afterward, let the storms of life rage on, had nothing to do with him.

But he's dead. What will we do tomorrow?

He only had one son, Fang Shouming, and he could almost see him now.

After his own death, Fang Shouming was left all alone, struggling to make ends meet, and in a state of loneliness and hardship.

The foundation he had built up over half a lifetime would be completely eroded in this process. Fang He knew that many people were watching him.

They would be like hungry wolves, pouncing from all sides and tearing at his flesh as soon as he was away.

Therefore, the more critical the moment, the more he needs to remain calm, not show weakness, and not panic.

If even he has problems, then his former rivals will inevitably band together and attack him all at once.

Besides, he hasn't lost yet...

"No matter what, I am still the deputy head of Jingtian Manor, one of the most powerful figures in the Fang family, and I still have Fang Jiulian as my backer... And I myself have the strength to fight a Grandmaster..."

Fang He suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with a piercing light.

In the distance, the greenery is lush and verdant, and the dark green branches sway from side to side in the wind. As far as the eye can see, everything is green.

The servants below, who were trimming the bushes, didn't know what had happened, and they started arguing, which then escalated into a fight.

But Fang He didn't see any of this at all, or rather, his mind was completely elsewhere.

"I haven't lost... I... still have a chance!" He murmured to himself, looking at the green in the distance.

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Jingming Town, the Inspectorate.

Xiao Yan skipped and hopped happily as she neatly arranged all sorts of letters on Han Yi's desk, categorizing them by their origin.

Then, the little girl happily hopped and skipped away like a little rabbit.

At the inspector's residence, everyone treated her well and liked this energetic and lively young girl.

Before long, Han Yi, shirtless, emerged from the secret room, put on a robe, and sat down in the study. "Master, this is freshly brewed medicine. Please... drink it while it's hot!" Yang Du had been waiting in the study for a long time. Upon seeing Han Yi arrive, he waved as if receiving a great honor and couldn't help but leave first.

The maid behind him also rushed in like lightning, quickly put down the tray in her hand, bowed swiftly, and left quickly.

It's not for any other reason, it's just that this medicine is just so incredibly bitter...