Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 642 Trouble (Part Two)

If an enemy spy infiltrated the manor and inadvertently revealed a flaw, which was then discovered by Lei Zi, he could use this opportunity to impersonate a ghost to prevent the matter from being exposed.

Based on this reasoning, it's not impossible.

Thinking of this, Xu Chui immediately calmed down.

Compared to ghosts and monsters, simple man-made disasters are much easier to deal with.

“Lei Zi, with you and me as brothers, and so many colleagues here, what is there to be afraid of? Let’s just finish irrigating the meat field as usual, and then proceed slowly…” Xu Chui said in a low voice, and Yang Lei nodded repeatedly.

“Brother Chui is right,” Yang Lei said with a smile.

"Alright, it's settled then. Someone, pour today's share of beast blood down." Xu Chui ordered loudly.

Strangely, the area around the woods was completely silent, and no one responded.

"Where did everyone go?!" Xu Chui shouted again. "Come back to work. After the brothers finish their work, I asked Master for permission to rest for a while."

But outside the woods, all was still silent.

The expressions on Xu Chui and Yang Lei's faces slowly became serious.

For safety reasons, the people hired to unload the goods outside the manor were all ordinary people. But those responsible for the meat fields were all skilled members of the Shadow Hall, true insiders.

“Dashan is leading the team today. He’s hardworking, honest, and serious. He’s not the kind of person who would slack off. Others might be lazy, but he would never forget his duty to guard the meat field,” Xu Chui said in a low voice.

"Brother Chui, I'll go check it out!" Yang Lei drew his waist knife and slowly and carefully approached the rest area. The sky was just before dawn, and the red lanterns hanging on the trees on both sides were somewhat dim, swaying and colliding in the wind, occasionally making soft popping sounds.

"That damned servant, he's so greedy, he can't even afford to use good candles," Yang Lei cursed as he arrived at the disciples' rest area.

A row of neat wooden houses came into view, but inside they were dark, cold, and deserted, without a trace of human presence.

"...Where did those brats go?"

Yang Lei opened his eyes wide and stared intently, trying to figure out if there was anyone inside.

But even after staring for a while until his eyes ached and he was almost in tears, he still couldn't see any movement that looked like a human figure.

"Strange... I saw them when I left this morning..." Yang Lei muttered to himself.

He blinked, and suddenly everything went blurry.

A familiar figure appeared in front of him. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be Xu Chui coming over.

"Brother Chui, Brother Chui, what are you doing here? I'm looking for you." Yang Lei perked up and quickly walked towards Xu Chui after seeing him.

"Brother Chui!" Strangely enough, even though the two weren't too far apart, Xu Chui's figure was right in front of him, and Yang Lei couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried.

"Brother Chui, wait for me!" he shouted.

Xu Chui seemed to have heard the shouts, stopped, and slowly turned around to look.

“Brother Chui, that kid Da Shan looks honest and simple, but he really knows how to slack off. You’ll have to have a good talk with him later… Hmm?!” Yang Lei walked towards Xu Chui, then suddenly stopped.

“You…you…” He could already see Xu Chui turning his head completely within his field of vision.

This wasn't Xu Chui at all, or rather, it wasn't even human. His entire face had no skin; where his eyes were, there were two empty black holes. His wet, blood-red skin revealed the texture of his muscles, and it was completely bare. A large amount of some kind of viscous fluid slowly dripped down from it.

"Ghost...ghost..." Yang Lei was terrified, his whole body trembling, and sweat poured out like a stream.

But his martial arts instincts were still there, and he subconsciously channeled his strength.

call!

It was no use. A flash of blood, and the road was empty again; Yang Lei's figure had vanished without a trace.

On the other side of the woods, Xu Chui was still waiting with a frown.

"It's one thing for Dashan to be late, but why is Leizi dragging his feet and hasn't come back for so long?"

He looked up at the sky.

I don't know when it started, but the once bright morning was suddenly shrouded in gray clouds, blocking out the sunlight and turning it dark again. *Pat pat...*

The red lanterns gently bumped against each other, like eyes hidden in dark corners, glaring menacingly and emitting strong malice.

Xu Chui unconsciously tightened his grip on the knife handle.

For some reason, he felt that something was off about the atmosphere.

These lanterns... he felt extremely distressed looking at them.

Swish swish! ! !

In an instant, Xu Chui drew his long sword, as if magma had exploded.

Like a dazzling firework explosion, it shone brightly for only a moment before the sword was swiftly sheathed.

In the blink of an eye, the lanterns hanging on the two rows of trees seemed to freeze in time, stopping their rotation. Then, they fell in unison, hitting the ground with a thud and going out.

But as the lantern fell, the light went out, and it became even darker around us.

Xu Chui walked forward slowly, his expression unchanged. Since he began cultivating the Myriad Manifestations True Art, his understanding of the Dao of the Sword had advanced by leaps and bounds, even reaching a level that Han Yi admired and felt inferior to.

Even in complete darkness, he can perceive everything around him by becoming one with his sword.

He is the knife, and the knife is him.

With a knife in hand, one can roam the world.

Speaking of which, this knife was personally given to him by Han Yi when he reached the state of "mind and knife in harmony".

It is entirely crimson red, with a curved blade like a cloud, a smooth and sharp edge, and an elegant poem engraved on it, shining brightly.

"The Crimson Serpent Plate awaits the setting sun; its iron gleam melts the heart and severs metal and stone."

The Crimson Blade, once its crimson light is drawn, who can contend with it?

After Xu Chui obtained this sword, and with his strength increasing, his understanding of the way of the sword continued to rise...

His current sword speed can be described as reaching a terrifying level that even he himself could not have imagined.

Following the road again, Xu Chui slowly lowered his head, searching for Yang Lei's footprints on the ground.

On the sandy ground, there was a clear pair of familiar footprints.

These were the very paths Yang Lei had walked, one by one, clearly solidified.

As you can see, after the footprints left the woods, they suddenly turned a corner, circled around, and headed towards the side of the flesh field.

Xu Chui pursed his lips.

He clearly asked Yang Lei to go and check on the dormitory rest area.

Starting from the forest, you only need to follow a straight path...

But why...?

Filled with doubt, he followed the footprints step by step, gripping the crimson light tightly, suppressing his breathing, and minimizing the sound of his footsteps. As he walked, he seemed to see Yang Lei's figure.

The other person had their back to him, head bowed, feet together, seemingly deep in thought.

"Leizi...?"

Xu Chui asked softly, staring intently at the person opposite him.

Instinct told him that something was wrong with Lei Zi. His hand, tightly gripping the red light, trembled uncontrollably.

This wasn't fear, but rather a full-force buildup, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

Yang Lei slowly turned his head...

laugh!

The long sword was swung, as if a red moon was slowly rising.

Thump...

Blood splattered everywhere.

A severed hand, holding a sword, was thrown out violently...

……………

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Black Miasma Mountain, Ink-Deep Valley, and a training cave.

What is "Willow Dance"?

In the darkness, Han Yi muttered to himself.

"Willow catkins drift in the wind, peach blossoms follow the water. My body is like a willow catkin, dancing freely in the wind." He slowly closed his eyes.

The only light in the entire cave went out, and silence followed.

call…...

A strong wind was blowing fiercely outside the cave, but once it entered the cave through the thick vines, only a slight breeze remained.

Swish!

Inside the cave, something, which appeared to be paper or leaves, was blown about and floated in mid-air.

"So this is the true skill of the Willow Dance..." Han Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the entire cave lit up again.

He looked down and saw his legs dangling several meters off the ground, drifting in the wind.

"Like a spring breeze, all things can be controlled..." Recalling the contents of the Willow Dance True Skill, Han Yi smiled slightly, "It's actually about using the opponent's force against them, using softness to overcome hardness, and using constancy to deal with all changes... The concept of this true skill seems to be much higher than the Cold Yin Nine Curve Palm..."

Bang! !

He took a deep breath and, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, plummeted to the ground.

“However, no matter how lofty the ambition or how difficult the cultivation, with my current vision and strength, it is just a piece of cake for me…” Han Yi thought to himself.

【Main Skills】: Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm (Eighth Level, Cold Yin Strength, Characteristics: Extreme Cold, Exhausted Yin, Profound Darkness); Heaven-Mending Technique (Seventh Level, Characteristics: Strengthening the Foundation, Returning to Origin, Endless Life, ??? Bloodline Absorption); Willow Dance True Skill (Eighth Level, Willow Dance Strength, Characteristics: Riding the Wind, Borrowing Strength, Clouds Move with the Wind)

The Willow Dance True Skill and the Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm are originally from the same source.

Han Yi has now almost completely mastered the latter and cultivated it to its limit. With the experience of the latter, he naturally cultivates the former very quickly.

Furthermore, his unparalleled, almost monstrous, reserves of vital energy, along with his physical attributes that surpass those of ordinary martial artists in every aspect, were also key factors in his rapid advancement.

Therefore, in just a few months, Han Yi cultivated the Dancing Willow True Skill to the eighth level, which was close to perfection, and stepped into the Inscription Realm.

"Upon reaching this stage of cultivating the Willow Dance True Skill, one also needs to inscribe the true body... Fortunately, this skill and the Cold Yin Nine Curves Palm share the same origin and are essentially one. In terms of bone pattern selection, there will be no conflict, but rather additional supplementation..."

Han Yi began to ponder.

"The human body has 206 bones, of which 126 are in the limbs. Of these, 64 are in the upper limbs, specifically in the arms… The bone patterns required for the Cold Yin Nine Curves Palm are found in these 64 bones. However, the bone patterns for the Dancing Willow True Skill are inscribed in the 62 bones of the lower limbs…"

Looking at it this way, if the Willow Dance True Skill and the Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm belong to the same origin but complement each other, then the Heavenly Evolution Seven Transformations Profound Skill... most likely requires inscription throughout the entire skeleton...

In other words, the true skills of the seven branches of Jingtian Manor are incomplete. Although they can all be inscribed into the true form and lead to becoming a grandmaster, they are fundamentally inferior to the complete Seven Transformations of Heavenly Evolution…

However, if the complete Seven Transformations of Heavenly Evolution truly requires inscriptions throughout the entire skeleton… then while its power and physical strength would be immense, the difficulty would likely be far too great… very few people could master it.”

Han Yi had some vague speculations about the splitting of the Heavenly Evolution Seven Transformations Mystic Art back then.

Zhong Han was considered one of the most talented people in Jing Tian Manor, and as the daughter of the head of the academy, she lacked nothing in terms of resources. She had been practicing the Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm since she was a child, and it was only recently that she completed the inscription, just barely touching the threshold of the Grandmaster.

Think about it, even a skill that has been split up and made easier still becomes incredibly difficult to master and break through.

The difficulty of cultivating and breaking through the complete Seven Transformations of Heavenly Evolution Profound Technique is unimaginable. It would probably take an ordinary person at least seventy or eighty years, or even a hundred years, to complete it.

It is likely for this reason that the original Ancestor Jingtian broke down the Heavenly Evolution Seven Transformations Profound Art into seven different true techniques, reducing the difficulty while leaving behind a general outline. This was intended to allow exceptionally talented individuals in later generations to reunite the profound art and establish a firm foundation for future developments…

However, even the patriarch Jingtian did not expect that one day the general principles would be lost, Jingtian Manor would be completely split up, with each branch dying or fleeing, and the Seven Transformations of Heavenly Evolution unable to appear in the world.

"Although I had already decided to inscribe the True Body of the Nine-Bend Cold Yin Palm, since it doesn't conflict with it, I'll cultivate it together with the Dancing Willow True Skill. If there's an opportunity... I'll try to collect everything and see if I can deduce the Seven Transformations of Heaven..." Han Yi closed his eyes and concentrated, thinking about his next martial arts plan.

Once you reach the Grandmaster level, there aren't really any more detailed distinctions between different realms.

The difference in strength is mostly calculated based on the strength of the physical body.

A strong physical body leads to strong internal energy, which in turn leads to strong supernatural abilities, and thus, greater overall strength. This is the general rule.

The true form is formed by engraving bone patterns.

Therefore, the difference between grandmasters can be said to have emerged at the martial arts master level, when they were cultivating true skills.

The two are different true skills. One can be engraved on the entire body's bone structure without any flaws. The other only involves the arms and can be completed easily.

Once they achieve their true forms, it will be clear at a glance who is stronger.

Although they are both grandmasters in terms of realm, the difference in strength is what creates this gap.

"Moreover, my current reliance is not merely on physical strength; I have the time and energy to gradually gather the Seven Meridians True Techniques and attempt to merge and reunite the Seven Transformations of Heavenly Evolution..."

After fighting against the two tower masters, namely the Serpent Vulture and the Fiend Pig of the Mingyu Sect.

Now Han Yi has also tested his true strength.

Even a grandmaster, caught off guard and struck by his full-force punch, would die if his true energy shattered.

His internal strength is not as strong as that of a true master.

However, with the abundant vital energy and blood brought by the Heaven-Mending Technique, every move he made was as powerful as a wild bear.

With the addition of his bloodline, the Asura form formed by the combination of these three elements makes him a formidable opponent for ordinary grandmasters.

Therefore, he probably made a judgment about his true level of strength.