Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 733 Breaking the Stalemate (Part 7)

“I… I don’t know… I really can’t see through… the other side.” Zhong Han walked out from behind the screen, his face solemn. “This woman’s strength is far above mine. Although she didn’t say it just now, she has probably already discovered me.”

With their relationship officially established, their previous senior-junior relationship also changed.

It has become a closer, more intimate, and more intimate connection.

Therefore, it is not strange that Zhong Han and Han Yi were in the same room at this time.

Even the disciples within the sect felt it was only natural.

"Her martial arts strength, at the very least, indicates that she has condensed her true energy into a murderous aura once," Han Yi said in a deep voice. "Moreover, from my observation, there is another aura emanating from her, with undercurrents surging within her. It is a strange fluctuation that I have never seen before."

"That means the power behind her has a strong lineage that can continue indefinitely," Zhong Han analyzed. "In other words, it has the ability to create new lineages... The person behind her must at least be a Venerable-level figure..."

The two exchanged a glance, both taken aback by this conclusion.

But upon closer reflection, everything makes sense.

“No wonder she wasn’t afraid of Fan Hongchou…” Han Yi muttered to himself, “In that case, I can try to deepen my connection with them…”

“That’s right,” Zhong Han replied. “I think this is an opportunity. Although it’s a risky move, like snatching chestnuts from a fire, as long as we can maintain a balance and not be resented by both sides at the same time, our Ten Thousand Beasts Sect does have a very high probability of overcoming the current crisis.”

"Okay!" Han Yi nodded emphatically. "Agree to it for now, and act according to the situation."

"There's one thing I need to consider..." Zhong Han's eyes held a hint of worry, "Your safety... will it...?"

"Don't worry," Han Yi said with a smile. "Unless someone like Fan Hongchou launches a sneak attack, no one can stop me if I want to leave."

He has this confidence.

Han Yi's current strength can be roughly divided into four levels.

The first stage involves the most basic circulation of true energy and the application of force. At this stage, his strength is at most that of a peak martial artist, not even reaching the level of a grandmaster, which is his weakest point.

Secondly, there's the black energy of his bloodline spirit seed. After the power of the spirit seed permeates his entire body, his strength, speed, defense, as well as his nerve reaction speed and agility, will all see a significant improvement.

After activating the Spirit Seed, it can be roughly compared to an enemy of the Grandmaster level.

Of course, there are differences even among grandmasters. The black energy of the spirit seed can only defeat someone like Zhong Han, who has only recently broken through.

Then came his physical liberation form, his blood and energy surging to their limit, his body swelling to the size of a giant. His muscles were thick and hard, like black iron.

He was surrounded by a strong, high-temperature radiation field, and with a casual wave of his hand, a massive amount of force would surge out.

In this form, Han Yi can easily defeat a Grandmaster-level expert, that is, a Grandmaster after condensing his evil aura.

Finally, there is Han Yi's strongest form, the Asura state, which is formed by the fusion of all his powers and can only be maintained for a short time!

In his Asura form, his mind was filled with insane killing intent, and his thoughts became subconscious fighting instincts, all focused on how to kill his opponents without leaving any survivors.

The longer it lasts, the more frenzied it becomes, and its combat power skyrockets. It's like a berserker, fighting to the death.

Even Han Yi couldn't maintain this form for long. Prolonged battle could easily lead to irreversible backlash, and he might not even recover, potentially exploding and dying.

Therefore, after the Asura form is unleashed, what level does it actually correspond to...?

Han Yi himself was also somewhat unsure.

Even if he is not as good as a Venerable One, he is still far, far better than a Grandmaster.

"No matter what, we should still leave someone behind to provide backup," Zhong Han insisted. "No matter how strong you are, we need to make some arrangements for safety."

"Okay, okay... I'll listen to you..." Han Yi smiled wryly and nodded in agreement.

Now that most of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect's forces have withdrawn to their base, it will be more than enough to send a group of people to provide support.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. We received intelligence from Huayang that after the Feng family was rescued, Huang Rong has repeatedly come to thank you in person. What do you think we should do about this?" "Huang Rong?" Han Yi frowned slightly. "We helped her resolve the Feng family's crisis, which is already out of consideration for our past camaraderie. Meeting her in person... let's forget about it. If you really care, you might as well just donate money and food."

"Really not going to see her?" Zhong Han's expression suddenly turned strange. "I heard... that Huang Rong, with her figure and looks... is a great beauty... She's throwing herself at you, and you really won't even give her a look?"

Seeing Zhong Han's girlish expression, Han Yi seemed to understand something and smiled: "Did you see Huang Rong's visit last time, when he begged to save the Feng family?"

Actually, when this happened, he also noticed that Zhong Han hadn't gone far at all; she had stayed nearby.

After a moment's recollection, he understood why Zhong Han was angry.

"That's why I'm upset." Zhong Han said angrily, her cheeks puffed out, clearly disgruntled. "You know, I kindly brought her to you, and then I turned around and saw her undressing..."

"Who is this person...?"

"Oh? Is that so..." Han Yi looked at her with a half-smile.

“That’s really true!” Zhong Han’s pretty face flushed slightly as she explained, “I’m not the petty kind of woman. If she truly loves you, having another sister won’t hurt.”

The key issue is that she's nothing but a broken willow, yet she dares to sell herself for personal gain, hoping to climb the social ladder through it—it's truly disgusting.

As a native of the area, Zhong Han's understanding of male-female relationships, influenced by her upbringing, goes beyond the traditional monogamous system.

Instead, it is a more open form of polygamy.

After all, the mainstream in this world is having multiple wives and concubines.

The requirements for women in this system of having three wives and four concubines were quite high.

Even if she were a concubine, given Han Yi's current status, even if she couldn't bring any substantial benefits, she would still have to be a lady from a respectable family, a virgin, and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Huang Rong, a married woman with children, who had given birth once, was of low social standing and could not even meet the most basic requirements.

"Understood." Han Yi nodded. "In that case, I'll simply write a letter and send it to the Feng family, clarifying the relationship and thwarting their little schemes. It'll save us the trouble of going over their door again and again..."

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On the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, in Rongcheng, all the flowers withered.

Rongcheng is one of the small towns under the jurisdiction of Huayang.

The terrain here is quite high, surrounded by mountains, and the temperature is much higher than in other areas of Huayang.

Having a natural advantage, it has long been utilized by the people in the surrounding area.

There are at least several hundred medicinal herb gardens in the Rongcheng area alone, specifically for cultivating medicinal herbs.

Its various exotic flowers and herbs have a considerable reputation throughout Yunzhou.

Behind the scenes, those who control such a large amount of resources are the ones who receive and distribute them.

There is no way to avoid a certain force.

Songlan Gathering.

When talking about the Songlan Gathering in Rongcheng, one cannot help but mention Zhang Songlan.

This person's experience is also quite legendary.

He lost his parents at a young age and became an orphan, wandering the streets and growing up on the charity of his neighbors.

As an adult, this person went to the mountains to pick medicinal herbs in order to make money, but accidentally fell off a cliff.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Songlan was extremely lucky; she was stopped by the withered vines and didn't fall to her death. Instead, she discovered an unnamed cave in a crevice of the cliff, where she found the martial arts legacy left by her predecessors.

Of course, according to the usual script, an orphan like Zhang Songlan who finds a martial arts manual is actually not very useful.

Firstly, since they were illiterate, holding a genuine book was almost like reading a book written in a foreign language.

Secondly, the saying goes, "The poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts." The resources required for martial arts training are not insignificant. If resources are insufficient, forcing oneself to practice will only ruin one's life.

The most important point is that practicing martial arts requires guidance from someone, that is, a master.

Without a master to guide you, without knowing when to do something and when not to do it, without any tips or tricks... you simply can't learn it.

But Zhang Songlan somehow managed to master it.

The student surpasses the teacher.

He even became the number one expert in Rongcheng and also secured a place among the top ten experts in Huayang.

Thus, the Songlan Society, named after him, came into being.

But tonight, the largest gang in Rongcheng seems to be having some trouble.

Bang! ! !

The tall ironwood gate was suddenly flung open.

"Take them all away, leave no one alive!!!"

Elite squads filed in and quickly sealed off the houses.

boom.

bang bang.

Once a living person is spotted, a specially designed net gun is aimed and fired, and a large net is cast over them. Immediately, someone tests their qualifications and takes them away.

“Kill…uh…”

Thump...

Within the Songlan Society, there were those who resisted.

Unfortunately, apart from Zhang Songlan, the others were mediocre and easily defeated.

This force named after Zhang Songlan was entirely supported by Zhang Songlan alone.

Any minor disturbances or resistance that arise are immediately suppressed, followed by a deathly silence.

"You think you can destroy Songlan?... Don't even think about it!"

In an open space, a tall man was surrounded by soldiers.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a body and shoulders that were over two meters tall, and his tiger-like eyes radiated ferocity.

He stood there, his hands hanging naturally on his thighs, exuding an imposing aura like a tiger crouching, commanding respect without anger.

It was none other than Zhang Songlan, the sole pillar of the Songlan Society.

Contrary to his somewhat refined name, his appearance was that of a burly, monstrous man. "Zhang Songlan, you have repeatedly disobeyed orders and disrespected your superiors; your current predicament is entirely your own fault." The crowd parted, and Chen Fangping, the Soul-Hooking Lock, appeared with a sinister smile.

He was dressed in white, like a scholar, with narrow eyes and a gloomy demeanor. When he looked at people, he squinted, like a venomous snake.

"I'll ask you one last time... about the inheritance... are you going to hand it over, or not?"

"..."

Zhang Songlan crossed her arms and remained silent.

If he could hand it over, he would have done so long ago.

Unfortunately, the conditions for this inheritance are harsh, and only he can cultivate it.

Otherwise, why would Songlan be so weak?

Because his martial arts skills were something he could only cultivate himself and could not pass on to others.

Since handing it over would be useless and would only make people think that it was deliberately concealed, it would also lead to a crackdown.

It might even expose their true colors.

So how he should make a decision... is obvious.

"It seems... you intend to put up a last-ditch effort..." Chen Fangping shook his head and raised his hand, "All of you, attack!"

He gave the order and commanded his men to get up.

"Who dares to come closer?!"

Zhang Songlan glared, her aura surging forth like a fierce tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead, unleashing a ferocious and malevolent aura.

Eh...

The soldiers around him were traumatized, trembling, and hesitant to step forward.

They had just witnessed firsthand how formidable the other side was.

Invulnerable to swords and spears, with a fierce and wrathful expression, a single slap from him could kill three to five people, causing them to cough up blood and die.

Even if you hit it with the Blood Feather Spear, it's like scratching an itch; it has no effect.

Experts of this caliber are beyond the capabilities of lowly soldiers like them.

"Phew... This is really troublesome. If Night Hawk were here, that would be great..." Chen Fangping sighed and took matters into his own hands.

"To be honest... if I were to intervene... it would be difficult to save your life..." He looked somewhat troubled as he slowly untied the Soul-Hook Lock wrapped around his waist.

"How about this, I'll leave you with one arm; that should be enough to get by..."

Swish!

The words had barely left his mouth when a chain whistled out.

The chains were a dull silver color, made of some unknown metal, and had a triangular meteor spearhead in front of them. They moved with unusual agility in the air and suddenly wrapped around Zhang Songlan.

"White hair knows no sorrow!" Zhang Songlan's hair grew wildly, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye. The blood between his eyebrows became increasingly dark, and a red vertical line emerged from the middle of his eyebrows, quickly extending downwards.

Snapped!

When the chain touched Zhang Songlan's body hair, it was suddenly slowed down by the gathered hair, and the spearhead became entangled and unable to move.

"Going Against the Tide - End!"

Chen Fangping shouted and unleashed his full power, instantly transforming from a gloomy scholar into a butcher with a face full of scars.

With the added power, the chains suddenly shuddered, and the diamond-shaped spearhead spun rapidly like a motor, severing the long hair that surrounded them one by one.

He pulled with the momentum, and the Soul-Hook Lock flew back with a whoosh, while the spearhead hovered in mid-air, poised to strike.

"The infamous Soul-Hooking Lock... is it really nothing special..." Zhang Songlan grinned, crouched on all fours like a real tiger, leaped onto the roof, and sped away into the distance.

"Want to run?"

Chen Fangping chuckled coldly, tapped the ground with the tip of his gun, and spurred his body forward to follow.

But as soon as he jumped onto the roof, he suddenly froze, unable to move in mid-air.