Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 658 Struggle! (Part Two)

"Your point of view is indeed correct."

Zhong Yunxiu looked at Han Yi and sighed: "But this matter is of utmost importance. It's alright for us to hide in the shadows now. Even if our reputation is bad, we can keep it hidden and stay in the shadows... so we won't attract attention."

Whether this attempt to take over the library succeeds or fails, once it's done, everything will be exposed. Failure is one thing, but a successful takeover of the library will be a disaster!

Moreover, many people probably covet the library, and the dangers involved... one should think twice before acting.

“Hesitation will only lead to chaos,” Han Yi interrupted. “There are some things we must do. Besides…” He sneered, “Even if we tolerate everything and never fight or compete, won’t that invite danger?”

Han Yi looked directly at Zhong Yunxiu and said seriously, "If a hungry tiger breaks into a commoner's home, and you give up your own interests little by little out of fear, cutting off your own flesh to feed it, it will only make the hungry tiger hungrier and more demanding. In the end, it will become ferocious and eat the person along with it."

Only by taking up arms and weapons, chopping off their limbs, tearing open their bellies, splitting their heads, and fighting a bloody battle, even if it results in mutual destruction, can we make them feel pain, fear, and realize that they will be injured, bleed, and even die. Then they will naturally compromise with us.

Feeling the resolute look in Han Yi's eyes, Zhong Yunxiu dared not look him in the eye and lowered her head in silence.

The light fell on her face, half of which was dappled with light, while the other half was hidden in shadow, making her appear restless.

She's always been that kind of person.

They value relationships, their sect, and their family.

She always believed that taking a step back would open up a whole new world. As long as one waits patiently and tolerates things, things will eventually take a turn for the better.

The difficulties are, after all, only temporary.

Her kind and easygoing nature earned her a good reputation, both within her sect and among her friends.

Many disciples have been able to abandon everything and give up all their possessions to follow the Nine Turns Sect to this day.

I simply trust her character.

But just as a coin has two sides, so too do people.

Zhong Yunxiu is considerate of others' feelings, puts others' thoughts first, and takes others' opinions into account.

When dealing with matters, I always hesitate, find it difficult to make a decision, and subconsciously make conservative choices.

Mature and steady.

This cannot be called wrong, but...

She forgot. Some things can be considered from the perspective of feelings, can be kept in check, and can be endured.

But some things have come to a point where it's a matter of life and death, a battle to determine who is superior and who is inferior... At such times, it's time to show your fists!

"Master, I have made arrangements for this matter. You can rest assured to guard the Nine Turns Gate." Han Yi said frankly, "Now that things have come to this, worrying about this and that, considering him and her, is like playing both sides. But in this world, there is no such thing as having it all."

"I..." Zhong Yunxiu struggled for a long time before finally letting out a dejected sigh, "Xiao Yi... you're right..."

She sighed slowly, "I'm getting old... and my vigor isn't what it used to be... indeed, as you said."

If we don't compete or fight for anything, even if the government troops don't interfere with our development, in this harsh and isolated environment, my Nine-Bend Sect will gradually decline, eventually becoming an unknown sect, and then slowly disappearing... Enough, enough..." A sharp glint suddenly flashed in her eyes: "Xiao Yi, then this time, I'll go with you. So that the world will know that my Nine-Bend Sect still lives uprightly in this world, and that Jing Tian Manor is not without successors!"

"It would be good if Master stayed, but the safety of the base is equally important," Han Yi hurriedly advised.

What a joke.

Zhong Yunxiu doesn't have his abnormal self-healing ability. The injuries she sustained while being chased by the government troops last time still leave her with hidden wounds, and her strength is far from its peak.

If we go together, it's hard to say what will happen on the spot.

Wouldn't he then have to worry about his master's safety, which would be like having an extra burden?

"Yes, Mother, you don't need to go, I will go."

Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice, like a nightingale singing in a valley, rang out. The two turned around and looked.

It was Zhong Han striding over.

She wore a striking blue and white battle dress, with cape-like shoulder armor. Tall and slender, her posture was upright, and her high black ponytail, as black as ink, cascaded down to her lower back. Adorned with an exquisite hair ornament, it resembled a pure white snow lotus.

"You..." Han Yi was clearly stunned when he saw her arrive.

"I forgot to tell you, I've already broken through to the Grandmaster level, so I won't hold you back anymore." Zhong Han smiled at him.

"No wonder the aura felt a little different..." Han Yi murmured.

Watching the two of them talk, Zhong Yunxiu sat in the seat of honor with a satisfied smile.

The idea that had been dismissed from my mind has resurfaced and is growing stronger.

As she looked at Han Yi, she felt increasingly satisfied, convinced that he was the only one for her.

Although she had proposed marriage to Zhong Han before, he rejected her.

But that time she asked Han Yi to marry into her family, and he refused, which was understandable. Now, she only wants her daughter to marry into the family, and has no other demands.

Indeed, now within the entire Nine Turns Sect, besides Han Yi, who else is more capable of inheriting the sect's legacy?

Thinking of this, Zhong Yunxiu slowly took something off her waist.

"Xiao Yi, take this item with you on this trip to the library. It's time to hand over the Nine Curves Sect to you. Otherwise, it won't be proper, and people might have something to say about it."

In her hand was a square metal plaque inscribed with the Nine Treasures Chinese characters, its surface ancient and imposing. Forged with the Starry Sky Blood Seal, it radiated a powerful spiritual energy.

It was clearly a waist badge and seal representing the status and position of the leader of the Nine Turns Sect.

After going through so many things—the split of Jingtian Manor, betrayal, being hunted down, and now hiding—Jingtian Manor has finally come to an end.

She's had enough of being the sect leader.

If Han Yi hadn't been so unwilling, she would have given up the position of sect leader long ago.

"this…..."

Han Yi paused, knowing that he couldn't avoid it this time.

After he saved the entire Nine-Bend Sect and rescued Zhong Yunxiu and her daughter, Zhong Yunxiu once proposed to give up her position to him.

However, considering that the sect leader had too many troubles and too many complicated matters, and that taking over would affect his cultivation, he never agreed.

However, to be considered legitimate, one must have this identity.

"Never mind, I'm only temporarily in charge. Only if we can successfully reclaim the library can the Nine Turns Sect have a future."

Han Yi solemnly accepted the token and said earnestly.

“That’s not how it is…” Zhong Yunxiu shook her head. Having shed her heavy burden, she seemed much lighter.

"Whether you succeed or not, you are the sect leader. You must remember... external things are always just external things... only by living can one have a future..."

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Destruction signifies rebirth.

People are always forgetful, no matter when, even after experiencing a disaster.

They might also choose to forget, to avoid that tragic disaster.

Huayang City.

Xinqiaofang, Lishui Inn.

The once dilapidated market town, littered with charred ruins, was quickly rebuilt with ample funding, and new buildings sprang up everywhere. Of course, many of the original owners of the land perished in the fire that day.

He died without a complete body, and there was no one to testify against him.

This allowed many people to make a fortune from it.

Lishui Inn is one of them.

The building is nearly five stories high, with two majestic stone lions in front of the entrance and a huge golden plaque above it.

It's more like a luxury restaurant than an inn.

Stepping onto the several-meter-high steps, one can vaguely see some charred black soil left by a large fire between the cracks in the floor tiles.

Inside the inn, it was bustling with people and filled with noise.

"Speaking of Fang Jiulian, in a fit of rage, he roared to the sky and transformed into a different form. His eyes turned bloodshot, he had three heads and six arms, and he was clad in golden armor, moving unimpeded as if engulfed in karmic flames. Readers, can you guess what this is called?"

The storyteller kept time, leaving behind a button and asking for tips. Only after collecting money from a round of people did he strike the gavel.

"Ha! This is the reincarnation of the infamous Crimson-Faced Wrathful Dragon Venerable, whose extreme rage makes him incredibly powerful, sweeping away everything in his path!"

As soon as he finished speaking, some people below made disdainful noises.

"What 'Red-faced Wrathful Dragon'... It's clearly just a red mudfish... If it were really as powerful as you say, how could it have been defeated?"

After Kou Hu's death, the government army's control over the situation in Huayang City was much worse than before, and the accumulated grievances from before erupted, naturally leading to complaints.

"Hey, brother, you can't say that. Who is that Beast Demon Han Yi?" The storyteller remained calm and unperturbed, not at all afraid of being exposed.

"This Han Yi is also a reincarnation of a celestial star. Judging by his ferocious nature, he is at least a member of the Kui Wood Wolf star. The star 'Subduing the Dragon' is a matter of course. Tell me, can Fang Jiulian be his match?"

Snapped!

Speaking of Han Yi, the storyteller waved his fan and whispered, "Gentlemen, have you heard of the recent major events? Jingtian Manor..."

His brief mention of it indeed stirred everyone's interest.

"You mean the legacy of Jingtian Manor?"

"That's right, this library has more than a thousand books, and there are tens of thousands of martial arts manuals."

"Who would have thought that the once-famous Azure Dragon Zhao Ziyang... would actually be so heartless as to abandon everything and run away..."

The crowd in the audience was talking about it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's begin the bidding! Let's see who will inherit the Jingtian Manor this time! Will it be the government troops, a branch of Jingtian Manor, or a powerful outsider!"

The storyteller, seizing the opportunity, quickly persuaded the crowd to throw money at the opening of the betting pool.

His main profession is not just storytelling; he also runs a book-selling business on the side.

Otherwise, how could the meager earnings from storytelling be enough to support his three wives and five children?

The storyteller had just taken out his paper and pen and set up his stall when he frowned.

The inn seemed to suddenly fall silent, as everyone's attention was drawn to something else.

The storyteller slammed his hand on the table, looked at everyone's gaze, and was about to get angry when he suddenly froze.

A woman arrived at the inn at some unknown time.

She is a beauty.

The thin, light white dress had a cutout at the hem, revealing a pair of shapely, long legs. Layers of white gauze gently covered the vital parts, with the base of the legs barely visible.

Looking further up, the upper body outfit is even bolder and more revealing, with her fair shoulders completely exposed, and the dress only supported by her full, voluptuous figure.

Her slender waist was particularly striking in comparison. The woman had long, narrow eyes, fair skin, an oval face, a delicate nose, and cherry lips; her alluring demeanor carried a hint of arrogance.

The storyteller then understood why the inn had suddenly fallen silent, and even he himself looked slightly dazed.

"You're going to open a betting pool? Great, I'll join in too." The woman smiled and gracefully walked up to the storyteller.

"Huh?" Startled by her question, the storyteller finally snapped out of his daze. "Um... okay, which one do you want to follow...?"

He could barely control his gaze and had to exert all his strength to look away from the woman.