Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 633 The Twelve Tower Masters

"Senior sister, you take them back first. Be careful to avoid the government troops' encirclement and take the small path I told you about."

Han Yi looked at Zhong Han and gave her some instructions.

"If you encounter danger, channel your energy into the jade whistle, and Xiaoyue... will come to help you." He gently took off the white jade whistle hanging around his neck and handed it over.

This white jade whistle was left to him by Li Feng. It's used to control the Green-Clad Alliance's grand formation and can also summon the Howling Moon.

Zhong Han simply stared at him, showing no intention of reaching out to take it: "Aren't you going back?"

"I have something to take care of. Don't worry, it's nothing." Seeing the concerned look on her face, Han Yi quickly explained, "My friend left a batch of grain in another place. Let's take it back this time. Otherwise, I'm worried it will be much more troublesome next time we want to come out."

"Really? Are you kidding me?" Zhong Han asked doubtfully.

Meeting her worried gaze, Han Yi felt a slight pang in his heart and nodded emphatically: "Of course...it's absolutely true. Although this adventurous operation was successful, the subsequent discovery by the government troops...will surely enrage us."

Our Nine-Bend Sect is hidden in the Black Miasma Mountains, so our safety is not a concern. However, getting out in the future will probably require some effort. Fortunately, we've stocked up on as much food as possible this time, to avoid future trouble.”

Hearing that Han Yi's words were true, Zhong Han's expression softened slightly: "Okay, then I'll take them back. Be careful."

"Mm." Han Yi nodded, watching her and Tao Yaohui's group get into the carriage and gradually drive away.

He stood in the woods, peering through the gaps in the trees at the departing carriage, remaining motionless for a long time. The distance to their encampment wasn't far, and Zhong Han himself was a top-tier martial artist, with Xiao Yue secretly keeping watch and protecting him. Safety should be assured.

His solo trip was indeed about the grain issue.

One shi is ten dou, and one dou is ten jin.

One shi of grain is one hundred jin.

The hundreds of shi of grain that Tao Qingtang hoarded alone amounted to a full 10,000 jin of grain!

It seems like a lot, but it's actually not enough.

Even if an ordinary person who doesn't practice martial arts only eats one pound of staple food a day, they would still accumulate three to four hundred pounds over a year.

This doesn't even take into account the losses during the grain production process.

Including losses, it must weigh at least 500 jin.

The Nine-Bend Sect's headquarters housed over a hundred people, including its disciples, followers, and their families.

Even if we calculate based on the average person's food intake, the amount consumed by humans and horses would amount to tens of thousands of kilograms per year.

Moreover, they are not ordinary people.

They were all burly and strong, with rapid digestion; they were all martial artists with astonishingly large appetites.

In addition to Han Yi himself, there's Xiao Yue, who eats an absurd amount.

This amount of food is simply not enough to eat.

With this in mind, Han Yi made up his mind, glanced at the direction, and got up to head in one direction.

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In the suburbs, in a small grove of trees.

The surroundings were deep and quiet, and there was no one around.

A charming little courtyard sits there, almost completely enveloped by trees on all sides.

Inside the small, black octagonal pavilion, Han Yi and ** sat facing each other.

"Everything you requested has been prepared," he said calmly. "It was all purchased with my own money and has been secretly transported to the outskirts of the city. Even my father is completely unaware of it."

"Thank you. After this matter is resolved, I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other for a while," Han Yi sighed.

"What?" he asked, puzzled. He had been away for the past few days, busy procuring various scarce supplies for Han Yi, and knew nothing about what was happening in the city.

"Wen Xi, I killed him..." Han Yi briefly explained the process.

"You...you're absolutely audacious!" After hearing this, he was speechless and could only give a thumbs up.

"It's like you're shitting on the head of the government army... Now, I'm afraid your title of Beast Demon is definitely stuck."

He was somewhat gloating.

"There's no other way. Tell me, in this situation, we have to bring people out of the city and transport food and other supplies as well. This is the only way. We can only blame Wen Xi for being unlucky," Han Yi said helplessly.

“It’s not that Wen Xi is unlucky, it’s that you’re so vindictive and never hold a grudge…” he retorted. “Now that I think about it carefully, everyone who has ever been at odds with you—Fang He and his son Fang Shouming, You Shang, Fang Jiulian…—has either been killed by you or severely injured by you.”

"I was clearly just protecting myself..." Han Yi was powerless to refute.

"Wen Xi is dead again this time. To be honest, I'm a little curious. I'm curious to see how Fang Jiulian is feeling right now." **He completely ignored him and continued talking to himself.

"I also wanted to ask you about this," Han Yi suddenly thought of something. "Do you think... this might alert Kou Hu... what if he attacks our Nine-Bend Sect...?"

Of all the soldiers in the garrison, he wasn't afraid of anyone else. The only one who made him wary was Kou Hu. "Eh? You can actually be afraid?" He glanced at him with some surprise. "When you were about to kill, didn't you think about the consequences?"

"Sigh, this isn't a moment of hindsight..." Han Yi smiled wryly.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing you." He laughed. "Don't worry, Kou Hu... probably doesn't have time to deal with you. This little thing is nothing compared to the big things he has to deal with right now."

"Why?"

"As far as I know, Kou Hu is quite busy right now, practically in two places at once." He explained, "I heard he's entertaining important figures, and he's stopped all other work."

"A big shot..." Han Yi asked in confusion.

As the highest-ranking commander in the army of a province, Kou Hu's position was unparalleled.

The person he considers a big shot...

"I don't know the specifics either." He shook his head. "It seems to be someone from the royal Tantai family."

"The royal family... the Tantai family..." Han Yi murmured to himself.

Speaking of the Tantai family, he immediately thought of one person: Tantai Xunzhen.

“With such an important figure in person, even Kou Hu would have to lower himself and take the initiative to greet him. He might even order that this matter not be leaked to save face for him, keeping it a secret,” he laughed. “So you can rest assured and have nothing to worry about.”

"If that's the case, then it's a relief to have something on my mind." Han Yi's tense heart relaxed a little.

Among the government troops, the only person he feared was Kou Hu.

If Kou Hu was determined to wipe out the Nine Turns Sect, and his army surrounded and suppressed him, there was nothing he could do but flee and wander.

“Since you’re free, let’s not delay and set off now,” he suggested. “I’ve already received information from my informant about their next target.”

"Okay." Han Yi nodded and got up to leave.

He wasn't lying to Zhong Han; his purpose in coming to see ** was indeed to obtain more food.

But it's not just this one thing.

After I risked my life to help him last time, someone leaked the information, and sure enough, people from the Mingyu Sect followed the clues and secretly investigated and found me.

So let's cut off all the clues and leave them with nowhere to look!

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Fengcheng is a small mountain town. Thousands of houses are scattered throughout, connected by more than ten well-organized, bluestone-paved avenues. Its most distinctive feature is its tiered layout, ascending the mountainside in layers, with stone steps and ramps connecting each level for easy access by carriages and horses. It's not far from Huayang City, essentially a small town.

Although it's not as bustling, small towns have their advantages: they're remote, quiet, and full of human warmth, with familiar faces everywhere you go.

Liuhuoshan Village.

If there's any noteworthy force near Fengcheng, it's Liuhuoshan Manor.

Liuhuo Mountain Manor is not a martial arts force, but a century-old family independent of the five major sects of Yunzhou. Located on the upper reaches of the Liu River, on which Fengcheng depends for its livelihood, it possesses a rare plant called Fire Spirit Jujube.

The Fire Spirit Jujube flowers once every three years, bears fruit once every three years, and matures once every three years. It has a mild nature and nourishes qi and blood. When refined into a medicinal ointment using special methods, it has an excellent effect on the recovery of martial artists from injuries, making it a rare and precious elixir.

Perhaps due to the unique environment near the Liuhe River, the Huoling jujube only grows in this area. Every autumn when it ripens, the entire mountainside is ablaze with fiery red, like a brilliant sunset, extremely beautiful and eye-catching.

Thus, it became known as one of the scenic spots of Fengcheng, and tourists often go there to admire it.

Liuhuoshan Manor adheres to the family motto of "all guests are welcome" and "build a wide network of connections," treating all people equally.

In addition, his family is skilled in traditional Chinese medicine, and together with the Fire Spirit Ointment they produce, it can treat most of the superficial injuries of martial artists.

Therefore, regardless of whether they are from the underworld or the legitimate world, injured people often come to them for medical treatment.

Over time, this place became a neutral zone tacitly recognized by all major powers.

Here, there is no distinction based on status, position, or background; the only distinction is between patients and doctors.

On this day, the tranquility of Liuhuoshan Manor was shattered by a series of shrill screams.

"Tell me, have you seen this person before?" A fat man wearing a hideous pig-face mask and loose white clothes squatted down, holding a portrait in his hand.

The portrait clearly shows the face left behind by ** inside the Mingyu Gate.

"This... I don't know him..." The white-bearded old man who fell to the ground looked terrified and pale.

He was peacefully studying the prescription in the room when he was suddenly dragged out by a group of people without any explanation.

"Is it that you don't recognize me... or that you don't want to say..." the fat man with the pig-like face said in a flippant tone.

puff!

He unleashed a stream of black energy that pierced the head of the woman beside him.

"Ya'er...?!" The white-haired old man's hair stood on end, his eyes wide with fury, and tears streamed down his face. "Daughter, it's all my fault for dragging you down..."

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the masked man's control. Even though Liuhuo Mountain Manor had a long history of over a hundred years and he held a noble position as the current patriarch of the Liuhuo Mountain Manor.

But in the end, Liuhuo Mountain Manor was just a family of doctors, and their expertise was limited to healing the sick and wounded. Occasionally, one or two exceptionally talented individuals would become martial arts masters, possessing a few rudimentary skills, but that was already their limit.

How can we withstand a demonic sect like Mingyu Sect, whose main business is killing?

"You won't talk, huh?" The pig-faced masked man grinned menacingly.

A black current of energy slowly emerged from the palm of his hand.

"I...I said..." The white-haired old man had no choice but to make up a story due to the pressure of life and death.

He had never seen the person in the portrait.

Even if he had seen them before, let alone not having any recollection of them, he couldn't possibly remember all the people who came to him for consultations every day.

Lying isn't inherently bad, but it's crucial to consider the context. Sometimes, a mix of truth and falsehood can be more convincing, while outright lies will be easily detected.

As expected, the man in the pig-faced mask immediately became subdued after hearing what he said.

"That old man... how dare he lie to me!"

boom! ! !

Before the old man could explain, he raised his hand and slapped him on the forehead, causing the skull to explode and fluids to splatter everywhere.

The fat man in the pig-face mask glanced around and immediately frowned.

"Serpent Vulture, stop playing around. That kid Yue Qi is very cautious. Even if he's been here, he probably hasn't left any trace."

"Oh dear... I haven't had my fill of fun yet... You're too impatient, you idiot..." The door opened, and another person in white, wearing a mask, lazily walked out.

Behind him in the room were three or four disheveled women, their naked bodies covered in dull, lifeless skin, as if all their life force had been drained away, their emaciated chests rising and falling only slightly.

"There's no time. Before anything happens here, let's find that brat Yue Qi first..." A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Fiend Pig. "The Sect Master once regarded him as the next successor... Who would have thought... Traitors deserve to die!"

With a wave of his hand, the black light in his palm instantly transformed into several rays, piercing into the woman's body inside the room.

Bang! ! !

Blood and gore exploded everywhere, splattering all over the room.

Some tiny bits of blood even stuck to the cleaver's face.

He was also wearing a black mask.

However, the black mask was actually a strange creature that resembled both a snake and a bird.

He stretched out his finger and gently wiped away the bits of flesh and blood from the mask, then put his finger in his mouth with obvious enjoyment. "Ah~"

"How beautiful... blood, life, soul... I felt their pain..."

A blush rose on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Who? Who's there?" He suddenly stopped what he was doing, his eyes cold and sharp as he stared in one direction.

"Are they some little mice hiding?" Sha Zhu looked over as well, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

The secretary bird opened its beak, and then a chilling scene unfolded.

Suddenly, his seemingly ordinary tongue began to fork and extend, stretching out a full foot into his mouth, coiling and meandering in mid-air like a tentacle.

The secretary bird's tongue had transformed into something resembling a snake's forked tongue, constantly sniffing the air for scents.

Guided by his forked tongue, a hidden chamber within the room was quickly discovered. "Little darling... I've found you..." he chuckled coldly.

The secretary bird's tongue began to shorten and retract, transforming back into something resembling a normal human tongue, before returning to its mouth.

"I'll do it." The monstrous pig stood behind and slowly accelerated, its massive body ramming into the enemy.

boom!

The entire house collapsed instantly, as if it had been swept by a typhoon. The hard walls of the inner layer shattered, revealing a terrified mother and her two children inside.

"I'll do anything as long as you don't harm my child..."

The woman had a beautiful face and wore a white nightgown. Her clothes were disheveled and could only cover half of her body, not her graceful figure.

Her gentle demeanor, like that of a little white rabbit, exuded a special charm in the secluded room.