Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 517 The Real Culprit (Part 7)

Fang Shouming appeared calm and composed as he walked slowly along the bamboo path behind him, but gradually, his pace quickened.

The purpose of the covert operation was likely to gather evidence of his and his father's various illegal and disorderly conduct, as well as their violation of sect rules. Of course, they would also try their best to protect any outsiders who dared to lay a hand on a disciple of Jingtian Manor.

Just like this time, he sent out a master of demonic arts to investigate, and this hidden hand traced the source back to him.

"That makes sense. Following that logic, my safety shouldn't be a problem..."

A glint of light flashed in Fang Shouming's eyes.

Since they want to gather evidence against him, it means he'll be fine for the time being.

At least until the evidence is conclusive, this underhanded person will not target him.

Having figured this out, Fang Shouming immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the strength of this hidden hand is frighteningly high.

He had previously guessed that An Shou was only at the seventh level of true skill, but now it seems he is far more than that.

Silently and effortlessly, they annihilated Zhao Laogou and Gui Xie. They were at least inscription martial artists close to grandmaster level.

As for him, he couldn't even beat Chen Lingmo!

Faced with such a terrifying and perverted existence, he could not possibly be its match!

There's only one way...

That is, run!

As long as he runs fast enough, there will be no danger.

He must return as soon as possible, first using his connections to get the elders to protect him, and then find out the identity of the hidden hand.

Then he quickly notified his father, Fang He, to seize the position of manor lord with overwhelming force, sweeping away all the villains.

Fang Shouming's speed increased, and he ran at high speed, with the dark green bamboo trees and leaves rushing past him on both sides, and the fierce night wind howling violently in his ears.

Finally, he arrived once again at the bamboo pavilion in the middle of the bamboo forest.

call…...

He slowed his pace slightly, took deep breaths, and prepared to rush out in one go.

He didn't plan to leave through the main entrance; that would be too obvious and conspicuous, and might arouse suspicion from the hidden hand again.

Passing through this bamboo forest and then climbing over the wall makes it even more secluded and faster.

Fang Shouming stood in the bamboo pavilion for a while and, finding nothing unusual around him, his anxiety eased slightly.

He habitually reached for his waist, took out a folding fan, and prepared to fan himself.

It's better if we don't move.

As soon as he moved, his movements suddenly froze.

Where did the white folding fan go?

That folding fan was bought for him by his father at great expense, and the landscape painting on it was painted by a master, with many famous artists also mentioning it.

That was his most prized possession among his many personal items, a symbol of his status and position…

Fang Shouming suspected that the folding fan might have been dropped on the road because he was running too fast.

But after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and rushed toward the wall without stopping.

It's just a folding fan; losing it is no big deal...

Snapped!

A soft sound rang out, and suddenly a white folding fan appeared in front of him. Fang Shouming was startled and looked closely.

It was his very precious folding fan, but now there were some sticky water stains on the handle, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood or something else.

The sky was overcast, the firmament was dark, and the moonlight was dim and hazy; nothing could be seen from a distance.

Fang Shouming's mind raced, and he knew something was wrong. He turned around and rushed in another direction without hesitation.

But as soon as he turned around, he found a burly man in black blocking his way.

"friend…..."

Fang Shouming forced a smile and tried to appear calm.

"I just want to cultivate properly and live a good life. Why, why do you all have to disturb me..." Han Yi sighed.

He had almost forgotten about Chen Lingmo's affair. But that night, while he was resting peacefully in his room, a drug-induced intoxication powder suddenly drifted in.

He didn't know Ghost Scorpion and Old Dog Zhao at all.

At first, he thought that some demonic people were causing trouble for no reason, trying to kill people and make money.

After checking the camp, he discovered that most of the disciples were simply unconscious, as if asleep, and their lives were not in danger. The rooms were in a mess, as if someone had ransacked them, but no valuables were missing.

At that moment, he realized that this was not a typical burglary.

After repeated questioning, all I got was the address of Zhuyuan Yazhu.

The more questions were asked, the more blood the two men coughed up and died, clearly indicating that a major secret was hidden within, which finally caught Han Yi's attention.

So, he followed the clues and found this place, where he unexpectedly discovered Fang Shouming at the entrance. At the time, he only felt something was strange and didn't think much of it.

But then he found Mandala and discovered a white folding fan and half a black robe on her.

He didn't recognize the mandala, but he certainly did recognize the folding fan.

Fang Shouming always carries it in his hand; it's safe to say that almost everyone recognizes it.

That half of the black robe was the remnant of evidence he had destroyed after severely injuring Chen Lingmo.

Its presence here today carries obvious significance.

Upon seeing these two items, Han Yi instantly understood the whole story, and his long-buried memories began to gradually resurface.

They're investigating him!

We were almost there, just a little short of uncovering him! "Sir, how much did Zhao Ziyang pay you? I can offer double, no, triple! I can even guarantee five times!"

As Fang Shouming watched the tall figure slowly approaching him, he kept offering high prices.

pity…...

"What Zhao Ziyang? I am who I am!"

Han Yi remained unmoved, with most of his body hidden in shadow, so even where the moonlight shone, it was still pitch black.

Fang Shouming felt that Han Yi's gaze was devoid of any emotion, sharp and cold like the tip of a knife.

Along with the gaze came a deep, immense pressure, like a high and mighty god coldly watching a lamb whose life could be taken at any moment.

"Sir, we have no grudge against each other. I know nothing about what you want to do. I swear to God!"

Fang Shouming's emotions had already begun to collapse, and he was now completely losing his composure.

The immense pressure and undisguised murderous intent felt like a giant hand gripping his heart.

He now realized that his thinking seemed to be somewhat flawed.

This wasn't some covert operation secretly set up by Zhao Ziyang, nor was it to gather evidence; rather...

But, they really want him dead!

“I swear…” Han Yi stood quietly, like an insurmountable, towering sculpture.

"If oaths were effective, what would be the point of blood curses?"

With his secret exposed, Fang Shouming's psychological defenses completely crumbled.

He let out a strange cry and suddenly rushed towards the wall behind him.

The speed was so fast that even Han Yi was astonished.

Fang Shouming seemed to unleash some kind of secret technique, his blood and qi surging throughout his body, and a large number of blood vessels suddenly bulging out.

His Dragon-Controlling Heavenly Fire Fist was known for its explosive power, and now, with the speed generated by the full release of his energy, he left a white trail in the air.

pity.

Snap...

A large, dark gray hand reached out first, grabbing Fang Shouming's ankle just as he was about to break through the wall.

Even in just the first stage of activating the pure yang state, Han Yi displayed speed and power far exceeding that of a martial artist at the sixth level of true skill.

Fang Shouming felt numb all over. He opened his mouth to shout, but it was too late. He died without ever figuring out the identity of the murderer, which disciple of the inner courtyard he was.

There was only a dull thud and a faint whistling cracking sound, then silence.

Here, in a secluded bamboo grove, no one could hear him. A short while later, Han Yi withdrew his pure yang state, carrying some of the insoluble impurities remaining after using the corpse-dissolving water, and sped away into the distance.

This time, he learned his lesson from his previous carelessness and treated all the corpses with a body-dissolving solution. He even planned to scatter the impurities everywhere, leaving no trace.

In this way, there were no bodies, no witnesses or physical evidence, and even the eyewitnesses were all sent away under Fang Shouming's special instructions.

Without any evidence, he wouldn't believe that anyone could discover the clues.

As Han Yi's strength gradually increased, his way of dealing with people around him also began to change.

Especially since he had just been investigated and tested by Fang He's men not long ago, he was already seething with anger.

When he encountered Ye Tianjun, it was inside the city, not in some remote wilderness. During the day, there were many people around, and many people were coming and going. At that time, he could only endure it for the time being, for fear of arousing Fang He's suspicion.

But now, far from Jingtianzhuang, at night, with no spies around, Fang Shouming ended up walking right into their doorstep.

It can only be said that Fang Shouming was indeed unlucky.

Since Han Yi broke through to the sixth level of the Heaven-Mending Technique, even though his true skill level is still at the fifth level, he can easily deal with martial artists at the sixth or seventh level of true skill, just like killing chickens or oxen.

If he were to encounter Chen Lingmo again, Han Yi was confident that he could defeat him within three moves, saving him a lot of trouble in the future.

After everything was settled, he returned to his post at Jingtianzhuang, where everything was as usual, and he rested as usual.

Security had long been removed from the entire outpost, except for the elders' residence.

The disciple living in the house remained unconscious.

Han Yi followed suit, pretending to know nothing. The death of a martial arts master wasn't a big deal. But the crucial point was that the deceased was Fang Shouming.

His identity is what makes Han Yi wary.

If it weren't for Fang Shouming, they would have almost uncovered Han Yi's identity.

Han Yi wouldn't make a move. He was forced into it.

If people find out that he was the one who seriously injured Chen Lingmo, then he will be unable to explain himself.

Moreover, Han Yi was not capable of handling the wrath of Eagle Claw King Chen Ying.

Therefore, Fang Shouming could only die, he had to die.

But the person is dead.

The most troublesome part is what happens afterward.