Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 765 Coercion (Part 3)

"Stability, stability! I'll be content as long as we can settle down!" Fatty Zheng was overjoyed. "I dare not ask for anything more!"

What's the most precious thing these days?

That is life.

Being able to live peacefully and steadily is the most precious thing.

Having survived a calamity and a long and arduous journey, his greatest wish is to find a place to settle down.

To settle down for a long, long time.

"Since that's the case, what do you think about the Demon Hunting Tower... going back to your old ways?" Han Yi said with a smile. "Demon Hunting Tower?" Fatty Zheng hesitated for a moment, "I don't know where to start?"

He had actually contacted those friends a long time ago, but after so many years apart, their relationship had become distant.

Leaving aside those who have suffered accidents, died, or gone missing.

The last one also made an outrageous demand.

It was just a minor managerial position at the Demon Hunter's Tower, yet it nearly emptied all his savings.

This was his savings used to support his concubines; if he spent it all, he wouldn't recoup his investment...

He probably couldn't even afford to support one of his many beautiful concubines.

Although the average income and various shady dealings in Yunzhou are much higher than in Pingzhou.

But the cost was so high that Fatty Zheng hesitated. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been stuck in the restaurant all these days, drinking and eating meat.

But if he were to start from an ordinary identity, from the most basic idioms... and climb up step by step again, he would be somewhat unwilling.

Hence the question posed to Han Yi.

"A promotion. Of course, a promotion," Han Yi replied with a half-smile.

"Well... I, Old Zheng, am not very capable and do not understand the meaning of promotion..." Fatty Zheng said cautiously.

"How's the manager of the Huayang branch of the Demon Hunter's Tower?"

A loud crash.

But Fatty Zheng lost control of his strength and crushed the round table full of leftover food with a loud crash.

Cups, bowls, plates, spoons, chopsticks...

The waterfall cascaded down, splashing and scattering across the ground. "Guests..."

Before the waiter could run in following the sound, another gold ingot flew out.

Ignoring the mess he was covered in, Fatty Zheng stared at Han Yi in shock.

"Brother Han, it's true you've made it big, but don't try to fool me, Old Zheng. The position of head of the Demon Hunting Guild isn't something just anyone can achieve. I'm an outsider, unfamiliar with the place, and my strength isn't up to par. This, this, this..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Just tell me if you're willing or not," Han Yi said calmly.

"I'm willing, of course I'm willing... The key is whether it will work out..." Fatty Zheng said with a bitter face, "I haven't had enough of the delicious food in Yunzhou yet, I'm worried that if I don't make it, I'll be in danger of losing my job."

He phrased it tactfully, but what he really meant was that he was afraid Han Yi didn't have the ability.

Or rather, they could barely get him up there, but couldn't sustain it.

The position of head manager of the Demon Hunting Pavilion, which is equivalent to a local leader, is watched by many people.

His skill level is considered among the best in Pingzhou.

If it falls within Yunzhou, it probably won't amount to much.

If one manages to take office by force, and then fails to maintain order, it is highly likely that one could be murdered or suffer an accident.

Han Yi immediately smiled. "Don't worry, a mere head manager of the Demon Hunting Pavilion..."

He shook his head without offering any further explanation.

In the end, the Demon Hunting Tower is just a lower-level force under the Grandmaster Association.

He was nominally a member of the Grandmasters Association.

It's easy to slip one of our own people into this Demon Hunting Tower.

Moreover.

It was just the Demon Hunting Tower in Huayang City.

The Huayang area is under the jurisdiction of Bi Zhi and Sun Wuya of the Grandmaster Association.

Both of them were terrified of Han Yi.

If anyone dares to harm the people he arranged...

One comes, one kills.

No one dared to say anything.

"Thank you for taking care of me, brother. I, Old Zheng, will entrust this 1,800-pound body of fat to you!!" Fatty Zheng was adept at reading people's expressions.

Just by looking at the expression on Han Yi's face, you can tell that this matter is reliable.

He quickly patted his chest and loudly agreed.

The fat was bulging, and the two huge, three-layered breasts jiggled three times.

He saw Han Yi and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

My body...I gave it to him...

What's the point? To render the fat from this fatty meat?

He shook his head speechlessly: "No need to say more. We've met once, so there's no need for formalities. Don't worry, no outsiders will cause you any trouble. How long you can hold this position as head manager depends on your interpersonal skills. After all, if you can't win people over, internal opposition will arise over time, and that won't help you."

"Understood, understood!" Fatty Zheng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"In addition, there is one more thing I need you to do," Han Yi continued. "I'll have to trouble you to take good care of Huang Ze and Huang Jiu'er."

This was actually Han Yi's main purpose.

His relationship with Fatty Zheng was at best that of ordinary friends, far from the level of open and honest communication he had with **.

Therefore, granting Fatty Zheng the position of head manager of the Demon Hunting Pavilion was the most benevolent and righteous thing to do.

The main purpose was to use Fatty Zheng's connections to give these two old friends some extra help.

"No problem," Fatty Zheng readily agreed. "Should we tell them...?"

"No need. Just take good care of them." Han Yi waved his hand. "I have a lot of trouble on my own. If the enemy finds out about some things, they might use them against me, which would be detrimental to them."

He did not intend to meet with Huang Ze to reminisce about their past.

No need.

After many years, when they met again, their status and strength were vastly different.

Whenever one party takes the initiative, it is either seen as charity or as flattery.

This is not the scene Han Yi wanted to see.

In this world, there are some people we know but never see, which is actually a form of protection for them.

Han Yi is powerful enough, but he also attracts a lot of trouble. If any enemies knew about the relationship between Huang Ze and the other two and Han Yi, they could very well use it to blackmail them.

The danger is greater for both of them.

"understood."

Fatty Zheng was a smart man. He immediately understood what Han Yi meant and nodded in agreement.

His ambition to become the head manager of the Demon Hunting Pavilion came at a price.

At the very least, Huang Ze and the other person's safety were now tied to his.

Actually, this made Fatty Zheng breathe a sigh of relief.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

He knows it too.

My relationship with Han Yi isn't enough for me to do so much for him.

Han Yi's ulterior motives, however, immediately put his mind at ease.

“Good… I hope you won’t disappoint me…” Before he could finish speaking…

Han Yi's figure vanished suddenly, leaving only a red wooden plaque that floated down.

In the center of the red wooden plaque is a clear pattern resembling a broken sword.

The broken edge of the sword was a pale gold color.

At the very top of the design, a line of extremely tiny characters clearly reads: Huayang, Head Manager...

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The cold wind howled, and the chill was biting.

In the blink of an eye, a dark cloud rapidly gathered from all directions, and the sky instantly darkened.

The wind is surging.

Crackling sounds...

Before long, a hailstorm mixed with freezing rain began to pelt down.

The impact caused the flags planted nearby to shake violently.

Several figures rushed out quickly, shouting loudly, pulling up the windproof cloth, and re-secured the flags.

It gradually stabilized.

The only sound was the crisp crackling of ice pellets falling onto the roof.

"What a remote and impoverished place..." A figure in blue, whose body seemed to form like a stream of water, splitting and coalescing, flashed and leaped in the rain.

His gaze swept quickly over the many low-rise buildings within the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, a hint of disappointment lurking deep in his eyes.

He didn't understand.

Why would he need to personally go to persuade such a backward and backward small force?

Unfortunately, he couldn't understand it, but he had to come.

The pressure from above left him feeling depressed and helpless.

"Hmm? These little tamed creatures are quite nice..."

His gaze shifted, and he immediately spotted a circular area enclosed by a fence.

Inside a dozen or so huts, dozens of wolf cubs cried out for food, occasionally letting out soft milky cries.

"Unfortunately, the scale is too small to be of any real use..." The figure shook his head. "If we take over, we can manage it uniformly, breed them in batches, providing about a thousand each time to form a beast tide. Only then can we play a role in the demonic calamity... I'm afraid that's what she values ​​here..."

call out…...

Suddenly, a black light shot out from the sky like a crossbow bolt, moving at an incredible speed.

By the time the figure noticed them, they were already right in front of them.

"A hidden weapon?!" He was suddenly startled, his true energy erupted, and his palm strike created a phantom image as he faced the black light head-on.

Crackling sounds...

A black chopstick, broken in two, lost its power and fell limply to the ground.

"These are... chopsticks?!" The blue-clad figure's pupils suddenly contracted.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

Before I could even process my thoughts, the sound of wind breaking through the air rang out.

More than a dozen items, like a blizzard of pear blossoms, shot out one after another.

The figure's eyes widened in horror, and he instinctively unleashed dozens of palm strikes.

The impact force was neutralized by the true strength, and one by one the objects fell.

Spoons, teacups, trays... just everyday items. But amplified by power, they produced a piercing shriek, a clear wake, and a terrifying impact.

Even with a shadow blocking the way, one's entire body is still pushed backward.

thump.

Behind him was a solid, high wall, which prevented him from moving.

Swish...

Just then, a dark shadow rushed towards him at high speed, and the airflow it generated from three meters away stung his eyes.

Feel the powerful fluctuations contained within the shadow.

The blue-clad figure's expression changed drastically in an instant.

"Raging waves!"

He clasped his hands together, and a large amount of true energy was brought out like threads, attracting countless streams of water to converge around him.

In the blink of an eye, a wall of water four or five meters high formed and crashed into the dark shadow.

Click!

Unexpectedly, the surging wave missed its target, the dark figure slowed down on its own, and exploded in mid-air.

"not good…...!"

By the time the figure realized what was happening and reacted, it was too late.

Splash...

The teapot shattered, and as the shards fell, a large pot of boiling water poured over his head.

A large amount of hot white vapor appeared, making the figures look like drenched chickens.

His hair was a mess, and his blue robe was covered with patches of dark green tea leaves.

But he couldn't care less about that; instead, he looked around warily.

By now, how could he not know? His carefully concealed whereabouts had been exposed.

Sure enough, a deep, resonant male voice rang out.

"Who are you? Anyone who dares to trespass into the headquarters of my Ten Thousand Beasts Sect must be no ordinary person."

As the voice rang out, disciples of the Myriad Beasts Sect slowly emerged from all around.

They were all armed, riding wolves, and eyeing the enemy menacingly.

We are just waiting for the order.

"Since the sect leader hasn't made a move, he probably already guessed my identity," the figure said with a wry smile.

He revealed a square face that looked somewhat weathered and helpless.

"I have some ideas..."

Before the words had even finished, Han Yi suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

"But it would be best if you said it yourself. It would be unpleasant if a fight broke out..." He looked intently at the middle-aged man in front of him and said calmly.

"The universe has changed color, the celestial phenomena have changed..." The middle-aged man didn't answer, but instead changed the subject, bringing up another matter. "In the sect leader's opinion, what is this thousand-year-old demon..."

"Wait a minute!"

Before he could finish speaking, Han Yi's expression suddenly changed, and he stopped him from continuing.

"Alright then. Since you're a guest, please come inside and we can talk in detail."

The matter of the millennium-long demonic calamity is now known only to the higher-ups of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect; ordinary disciples do not understand the changes brought about by the unusual celestial phenomena of that day.

It was not a deliberate attempt to conceal it.

However, Han Yi believed that the time was not yet right.

Such things cannot be hidden.

But a suitable opportunity is needed to make it public.

At the very least, this shouldn't affect the stability of the sect's morale. Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression softened. He straightened his clothes and, ignoring the subtle hostile glances from those around him, strode through the crowd.

inside the room.

Han Yi sat upright, with Zhong Han, Zhong Yunxiu, and several other senior executives standing behind him.

"I am Huang Suyan, head of the external affairs department of the Sword and Talisman Academy of the Yuanmiao Sect, from the Yunliu lineage." The middle-aged man spoke calmly and casually, displaying a rather authoritative air.

"So you are an envoy from the Yuanmiao Sect. My apologies for my rudeness." Han Yi nodded, but showed no surprise whatsoever.

He could tell from the man's movements that he came from a distinguished background.

Each move carries a subtle artistic conception, seemingly blending seamlessly with the surrounding environment.

Within the entire Yunzhou region, there are no more than three families with such a martial arts lineage. And only one family can act so brazenly and without restraint, even if their whereabouts are exposed, without any fear.

Emperor Yuanmiaozong.

Only Yuanmiaozong could give him this confidence and courage.

After all, even the entire Yunzhou was seen by some members of the Yuanmiao Sect as nothing more than their own backyard.

He recalled a brief period of his life in the outer sect of the Yuanmiao Sect.

The chill in Han Yi's eyes deepened.

"What did you mean by what you just said? What? Does your Yuanmiao Sect have a way to deal with the millennium-long demonic calamity?"

A millennium of demonic calamity.

It was a shadow that lingered in his heart.

Han Yi is no longer alone.

He carries a heavy responsibility on his shoulders…

How enormous is it? The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect has thousands of disciples, and their families and relatives add up to at least ten thousand people.

No matter how strong he is.

To think that one person could single-handedly withstand a demonic calamity without suffering any casualties is nothing short of a pipe dream, a fantasy.

Even his own safety is not guaranteed.

"The Millennium Demonic Calamity. Why is it called the Millennium Demonic Calamity?" Huang Suyan chuckled. "Isn't it because a similar event occurred a thousand years ago?"

At this point, he couldn't help but raise his chest slightly and confidently smiled, "The sect leader should also know that my Yuanmiao Sect has been based in Yunzhou for more than a thousand years!"

The implied meaning is clear.

The Yuanmiao Sect was able to successfully overcome the great demonic calamity a thousand years ago.

So no matter what happens this time, with the experience from before...

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When facing another calamity, they always have a better chance of survival than others.