Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 661

"Zhang Fu...that's my younger brother!"

Zhang Qiong said angrily, "No matter what he did, even if he did something wrong, it should be my responsibility to deal with him. What right do you, an outsider, have to interfere?"

"Your younger brother?" Han Yi asked in surprise. "Isn't he an adult? Or is he still breastfeeding? If he does something wrong, doesn't he have to take responsibility? Besides..."

He looked at Zhang Qiong and said sarcastically, "So what if you are her older sister? An elder sister is like a mother. When her younger brother was young, she failed to teach him properly and supervise him properly. When he made a mistake, she wanted to find an excuse to exonerate him."

This is your first mistake: hypocrisy.

Making a mistake requires paying the price; this is a universal truth. Zhang Fu was wrong, and his death atoned for it. His family members were not implicated; most of them couldn't bear the hardship and chose to end their own lives.

Let me ask you this: if you had shown more care and concern for your relatives and family members, would anyone be in dire straits? As one of the six leaders of the Wanhua Palace, if you had just offered a little help, would his entire family have been unable to survive?

This is your second mistake: being heartless.

A hypocrite and heartless person, who knows if he hasn't cared about his brother for over a decade. He probably heard about this from someone else and, fearing his reputation would be tarnished, specifically sought revenge against me.

This is your third mistake: selfishness.

Zhang Qiong's face turned pale and her whole body trembled with anger. She wanted to refute, but found herself speechless.

Han Yi continued without any politeness, "So, how can a selfish, hypocritical, and heartless person like you have the face to stand in front of me?"

He spoke boastfully of revenge, while secretly plotting his own schemes. "If I were you, what's the point of living? I'd rather buy a white silk ribbon and hang myself." "You...you're spouting nonsense!!!" Zhang Qiong could no longer contain herself, spitting out a mouthful of blood in anger.

"Die!!!"

Her fingers flew across the spit-out blood several times, and a strange, complex, inverted triangular blood-red symbol slowly emerged from her palm.

"I've heard you're called the Beast Demon, or the Beast King or something... Today I'll show you what true beast taming is all about!"

Countless rays of light, as intensely rich as the most vibrant peach blossoms, spread from her palm, quickly forming a huge, beautiful peach blossom.

"Receive my feast, call my name, and obey my commands!"

Zhang Qiong suddenly opened her eyes, and two flowers appeared in her pupils.

"Come, come, heed the command... Descend!!!"

Buzz...

The ground began to tremble slowly.

If someone could look down over the entire forest from above at this moment, they would see countless monsters gathering from all directions.

Powerful, weak, beautiful, ugly, carnivorous, vegetarian... countless strange-looking, lifeless monsters were summoned by Zhang Qiong and gathered around her.

“Prepare to die… huh?!” Zhang Qiong grinned maliciously, then suddenly froze.

The enemy in front of them vanished without a trace.

Sensing the energy flow, she looked into the distance and saw Han Yi's figure rushing away like a shooting star.

But in the short moment she was distracted, Han Yi had already covered dozens of meters.

"You... a disgrace to martial artists! You don't deserve to be called a martial artist!!!" Zhang Qiong finally understood that she had been tricked. "Stop right there!!!" She shouted, and a peach-colored stream of energy exploded behind her. Her true energy accelerated her as she rapidly chased after Han Yi.

However, Han Yi's speed was no less than hers, and he also had the advantage of distance. After chasing for a long time, the distance between them did not increase at all, but instead seemed to be increasing slightly.

"Han... Yi...!!!" Zhang Qiong was so angry that her chest almost jumped out.

A flash of ferocity crossed her eyes.

boom! !

Countless thin red threads, like spider silk, instantly spread to a radius of tens of meters around them.

"A shower of flowers!!!"

The fine threads are released and then retracted, immediately spinning and attracting all the nearby leaves and branches together.

A massive tornado, composed of flowers, grass, and trees, rapidly rolled towards Han Yi. Wherever it passed, trees snapped, soil churned, and the ground was left in ruins.

In the blink of an eye, the giant tornado caught up with Han Yi.

But Zhang Qiong could clearly see that Han Yi was completely unharmed after being caught in the tornado.

Like a light, drifting willow catkin, it floats up and down freely in the wind, and is actually faster and farther away under the influence of the wind.

"By virtue of its strength, the good wind sent me to Qingyun."

In the distance, Han Yi's loud laughter could be heard.

"Even a thousand miles of farewell must come to an end. I, Han, will never forget your kindness today, and one day I will personally visit the Palace of Ten Thousand Flowers to seek your guidance!"

His voice faded into the distance, becoming increasingly inaudible.

Zhang Qiong was left standing there, so angry that she vomited blood twice more. She could only watch helplessly as Han Yi's figure grew smaller and smaller in her field of vision, until it was barely a white dot.

After using two great supernatural techniques in succession, even for a grandmaster like her who had mastered the art of condensing true energy, it was a tremendous drain on her strength.

If she chases after them but can't win, or even gets killed in the process, wouldn't she be...?

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiong stomped her feet twice, but ultimately didn't dare to continue chasing.

“By the way… I’ve been so kind to you… let’s repay this first…” Suddenly, Han Yi’s voice could be faintly heard again in the wind.

Ouch! ! !

A painful, dying scream of a wild beast rang out simultaneously in the distance, utterly heart-wrenching.

"Oh no, Oborozuki!!!!"

Zhang Qiong's expression changed drastically, and she rushed towards the direction of the sound. When she arrived, all that remained were the charred ashes of the unknown object and a huge trench in the ground, barely five meters long.

"Han... Yi!!!!!"

Deep in the forest.

A roar, laced with hatred, rage, and a barely perceptible hint of fear, rang out.

A flock of gulls and egrets were startled into flight.

……………

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Jingtian Manor, the library.

"Old man, is that all you can do?" Chen Ying's face was contorted with rage as he slammed his fist into Fu Lao's shoulder, leaving a deep wound.

"You think you're so talkative? Go ahead and bark like a dog, let me hear it!"

With a swift movement, he unleashed a series of diagonal and vertical slashes, channeling his true energy into them, leaving another wound on Elder Fu's back. Even if such a wound couldn't break through a Grandmaster's true body, it would heal immediately.

However, if many small wounds accumulate and cause a loss of vital energy, it will naturally affect one's strength and condition.

This is especially true for someone like Master Fu, an elderly grandmaster.

They are rich in practical experience, have a sharp mind, and can rely on their true strength to unleash their power in a short time, so that they can hold their own even against someone of higher strength.

However, the decrease in the total amount of qi and blood due to old age is most dangerous for people like Chen Ying.

A fighting style that involves prolonged combat, avoiding direct confrontation, and using small wounds to deplete the opponent's energy and eventually wear them down.

Fu Lao is in a tough fight, and the Grand Secretary is not easy to deal with either.

The Three Mountains Sect boasts three top masters; Li Zhonghao, the Green Snake Blade, is renowned for his skill.

This man's swordsmanship was bizarre; his true energy possessed various negative effects such as penetrating defenses and causing bleeding. With the enhancement of his true energy, his curved blade moved like a green snake flicking its tongue, sometimes strangely agile, sometimes sweeping like a giant python with immense power.

In addition, since the Grand Secretary was injured first, he was in an even more disheveled state than Elder Fu.

His arms and back were covered with fine knife marks, and countless small blue snakes of true energy swarmed and gnawed at the wounds.

scoff!

Another slash with the curved blade.

This time, the Grand Secretary could no longer dodge and was slashed hard in the chest by a knife.

Blood splattered everywhere, and a gash more than an inch deep appeared.

Although the Grand Secretary tried his best to heal his injuries, it was clear that the recovery speed was much slower than before.

"Secret Technique: Star Trek!!!"

Ignoring his wounds, the Grand Secretary suddenly clenched his fists and slammed them inward, instantly unleashing a shockwave from his body. A powerful repulsive force, like a force field, rapidly swept across the surrounding area.

The true energy cultivated by the Grand Elder was explosive in nature. After being compressed and gathered, it unleashed tremendous power, instantly knocking Chen Ying and the other man back.

Fortunately, both sides had a tacit understanding and only fought on the open space on the steps of the library.

The Grand Secretary's large-scale attack didn't seem to care about damaging the books.

After doing all this, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His true form was destroyed, and he forced the use of a secret technique, which resulted in a backlash.

"Junior brother!" Elder Fu didn't even have time to check his own injuries. He instantly arrived at the Grand Elder's side and led him to a clean and tidy place inside the building.

"Seven Stars - Tianji!" he shouted, his right hand moving like a butterfly flitting among flowers, tapping several special parts of his body.

A warm white light emerged from his palm, instantly healing the Grand Secretary's injuries and improving his complexion. *Snap!*

"Don't waste your energy healing me..." The elder, having recovered slightly, interrupted him abruptly, "We two should at least take one of us down with us..."

"Trying to drag others down with you?" Chen Ying approached again, sneering, "Too bad, you two old bastards, I gave you a chance but you didn't use it... You still want to drag others down with you? Dream on!"

Without giving them a chance to catch their breath, Chen Ying and Li Zhonghao pounced at the same time.

"Frozen!"

Suddenly, a clear, cold female voice came from the rooftop on the side.

Click!

A thick ice wall rose up, sealing the entrance to the library perfectly.

"You are... a descendant of Zhong Yunxiu from Jiuquyuan?" Elder Fu's eyes lit up with joy: "Finally, finally... someone has come to carry on the legacy of Jingtian Manor..."

"Mr. Fu, they'll be in soon, please make way." Zhong Han breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the scene before him.

Although the situation was dire, thankfully no one died, so the situation was still manageable.

"Touch of Extreme Cold!" Zhong Han gathered a ball of blue true energy and quickly arrived beside the elder.

"Your Excellency, bear with it, it might hurt a little..."

She placed her hands together, and a thin layer of ice immediately appeared on the elder's body, freezing and expelling a large amount of alien true energy.

"So similar...so similar..." The Grand Secretary seemed to feel no pain at all, only staring blankly at Zhong Han's profile.

“You look exactly like your father…” he sighed, tears welling in his eyes.

"My dad..." Before Zhong Han could finish speaking, *bang!*

A neat scratch appeared diagonally on the ice wall, and immediately half of the wall fell off.

Click...

Chen Ying kicked the ice shards on the ground, his eyes also showing joy.

"You're Zhong Han? This is so easy! I was just thinking about how to lure out your lover, but this is killing three birds with one stone!"

He moved with lightning speed, instantly activating the Divine Eagle Skill and unleashing his true energy to accelerate.

Almost instantly, he traversed dozens of meters, rushing towards Zhong Han at incredible speed, grabbing her hair with one hand and her lower back with the other.

With his ten fingers clad in metal finger guards, Chen Ying aimed precisely at Zhong Han's vital points. He was actually trying to capture Zhong Han alive and take him away!

"Speaking of which, my son died because of you. Taking you down is a way of avenging him." Clang!

"Trying to mess with the people of my Jingtian Manor?!" Old Fu's pipe thrust out suddenly, but it was blocked perfectly.

"Seven Stars - Yao Guang!" He took a deep drag on his pipe.

boom! ! !

A burst of scorching flame suddenly shot out of his mouth.

The fire was merciless, bursting and raging, its edges turning blue, as it hurtled toward Chen Ying's face.

Chen Ying's expression changed slightly. Fu Lao's combo was as smooth and skillful as a rabbit leaping and a magpie swooping, as if he had used it a thousand or ten thousand times.

"Water and fire are merciless; I will cut them off with a single stroke!" Fortunately, Li Zhonghao was there and noticed that something was wrong.

A curved blade, like the rising moon, shines brightly on the earth.

In an instant, the flames split in two, cleaved in two.

"Shatter!" Zhong Han exclaimed. A burst of bright true energy struck Li Zhonghao and shattered instantly, forming a ring that slowed the freezing shockwave.

Chen Ying quickly intervened, responding with a hawk's beak strike of his own.

The four then engaged in a chaotic battle.

The Grand Secretary also took advantage of the situation, hiding in a corner of the stairwell, and occasionally unleashing a vicious move.

Three against two.

The situation suddenly became somewhat deadlocked.

On the surface, it seems that neither side can gain the upper hand over the other.

But it was clear to anyone with eyes to see that Jing Tianzhuang's side was at a disadvantage and that defeat was only a matter of time.

There is no other reason.

One of them was young and strong, and had been famous for a long time. He was one of the three great masters of the Three Mountains Sect.

The other side had more people, but consisted of two old men, one of whom was seriously injured, and a lowly woman. Anyone in their position would have reached the same conclusion.

Moreover, even if a miracle occurs and Jingtianzhuang's side miraculously wins.

The legacy of the library seems to be slipping away...

In the open space in front of the building, a man had appeared beside Zhang Ruoning at some point.

He was dressed in black armor, wore a black cloak, and a ghost mask, riding a somewhat sinister black-scaled warhorse.