Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 540 Disappearance (Part 7)

"The sect leader was also anxious to find his son and had no choice but to take action in desperation. His love for his child is so deep that I feel only gratitude and have no resentment whatsoever," Han Yi said solemnly.

"Is this true?"

"Absolutely true!" Han Yi said firmly.

Fang He looked at Han Yi with some admiration.

Just one glance was enough to tell that Han Yi's eyes were serious and sincere, full of confidence, without the slightest hint of evasion.

This Han Yi is steady in character, quick-witted, and exceptionally talented. Most importantly, he is upright and honest, possessing a righteous spirit that others lack.

Looking at it this way, it seems that his initial suspicions were somewhat wrong. Thinking of this, he suddenly had an idea.

"Han Yi, are you interested in joining my Nurturing Academy? I guarantee that your resources and treatment will be even better than they are now."

The Yangzhi Institute is currently facing its greatest shortage of staff.

What we lack is not disciples like Dong Qi who are skilled in combat and capable of killing.

Instead, it's people like Han Yi, who have clear minds and can help analyze and solve problems.

Especially after Fang Shouming disappeared, he happened to be missing such a person by his side.

"This..." Han Yi hesitated for a moment, but then he said decisively, "Thank you for your appreciation, Sect Master. However, I have received much kindness from my master, and I feel guilty for leaving the Nine Bends Academy before I can fully repay him. How about this: if there is an opportunity in the future, I am willing to serve you, Sect Master."

That's a polite way of putting it, but it's actually a refusal.

However, Fang He wasn't angry; what he was most concerned about was the last sentence: "Serve the sect leader."

Since this matter has already blown up, we might as well take advantage of the situation to rise up and compete for the position of owner of Jingtian Manor.

He felt he had a greater than 70% chance of success.

That's enough.

If he becomes the master of Jingtian Manor in the future, it won't really matter which branch Han Yi is in.

"Regardless, it seems I misunderstood you this time," Fang He smiled. "If you have any new ideas, you can come to Yangzhi Academy to find me. If they are useful, you will be richly rewarded."

"Okay." Han Yi nodded.

Fang He looked at him again, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the pill from Han Yi's hand.

"I took the wrong pill; this is the one that's supposed to be the antidote."

He took out another pill the size of a hawthorn, which was purplish-black and slightly translucent. It smelled like clothes that had been covered up for a long time and had become moldy.

Fang He tossed it to Han Yi, then turned and left without waiting for his thanks.

The first thing he gave Han Yi was actually his unique poison, the Jade Mirage Pill.

It causes hallucinations after consumption, and ultimately leads to death from exhaustion amidst endless pleasure.

Now that there are no more doubts about Han Yi, and he may even be someone Han Yi will focus on cultivating in the future, he was naturally taken back.

Han Yi stood at the door, watching Fang He leave.

He had heard that Fang He was a suspicious man by nature, saying one thing to someone's face and another behind their back, and going back on his word. He was somewhat skeptical.

Looking at it now, the rumor is indeed true.

I've heard that Fang He possesses the bloodline of a fire ape. Judging from his current appearance, he's clearly an old fox; the fox bloodline suits him much better! "A mind with seven orifices, cunning and suspicious" is perhaps the best description of Fang He.

'No wonder Fang He, a dignified deputy lord, has such a bad reputation within the sect...' Han Yi shook his head and sighed.

A person's reputation precedes them. Even dealing with a mere inner courtyard disciple like Han Yi required repeated attempts to test, threaten, and suppress him, with some even resorting to poison as a precaution…

This gives a glimpse into Fang He's character and temperament.

It's likely that Fang He's personality, coupled with his immense strength, led Zhao Ziyang to largely ignore him. Consequently, most people dared not provoke him, fostering his arrogant and domineering behavior, his unbridled actions, and his willingness to commit heinous acts of corruption, illegality, and moral depravity.

After a long while, he slowly turned around and began to pack his things.

He quickly got everything ready and sat in the waiting carriage.

"Let's go home." Han Yi sat upright in the car, his expression unchanged and blank, but the deep gloom in the depths of his eyes could not be shaken off no matter what.

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Yuanmiaozong, Qingjiang Mountain, Upper Three Peaks.

The sky is a deep blue, and white clouds drift lazily by.

This is a huge, strange bird.

Beneath its purplish-blue wings are two lion-like heads, with giant horns resembling those of a dragon atop them, and a long, slender snake tail behind it. Its wingspan is at least twenty meters long.

The strange bird let out a strange cry and rushed rapidly towards the high white clouds.

In an instant, a strong wind arose, thunder rumbled, and dark clouds gathered, as if summoning wind and rain.

The white clouds in the sky were instantly shattered and scattered.

hiss…...

A slender stream of golden light suddenly spread through the clouds.

This golden light was so fine, so delicate, that compared to the enormous, strange bird, it was like the finest feather.

call out…...

The golden light moved incredibly fast, disappearing in a flash.

The strange bird remained motionless, unchanged, maintaining its forward-leaning posture.

A moment later.

Bang!

Like a blood-red firework exploding, countless pieces of flesh and blood turned into countless tiny fragments, scattering across the sky and the ground.

"Another monster from that Great Demon Realm..."

Yang Huawu stood on the hilltop and gently caught a tiny feather.

His eyes were filled with melancholy, doubt, confusion, and uncertainty about the future. Logically speaking, as the chief of the six lower academies, he was in charge of all mundane affairs and had the right to intervene in matters large and small in Yunzhou.

This status is similar to, or even surpasses, that of an emperor in the mortal world.

Every word and action affects the lives and livelihoods of countless people. With a single thought, a powerful force can easily collapse.

Even the so-called five major powers of Yunzhou were nothing more than slightly larger ants in his eyes.

However, if he had a choice, he would rather stay on the Upper Three Peaks than take this useless position of Chief Elder.

Yang Huawu looked up at the sky, felt that it was about time, and turned to leave.

Following the mountain path, we soon arrived at a long set of steps leading up the mountain.

He looked up at the road shrouded in mist.

Beyond these stone steps lies the passage to the Upper Three Peaks. "No matter what, this time I must wait until Master... and get some answers..." He sighed softly.

The border is in dire straits. The Black Smoke Fortress has been breached, and the eldest son of the Yuanmiao Sect, Gong Yerong, along with his three thousand Dragon Fang soldiers, have all perished.

This was already a very serious matter; it was the first major defeat for Emperor Yuanmiao in decades.

The last time something this big happened.

Back in Jingtian Village, a spatial glitch appeared in the secret realm, leading to an invasion by the demon army and causing massive casualties.

This time, it's even more serious.