Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 780 The Decision (Part 5)

The night wind howled, making the shadows of the trees rustle all around.

Zhong Han walked over slowly, her face filled with worry.

Her expression was somber, her brows furrowed. She approached Han Yi from behind and whispered, "Yi Lang... what... should we do next...?"

Many people around slowed down and gently cleaned up the traces of the battle.

Zhong Han understood that it didn't matter that the three people were dead; the key issue was the people standing behind them.

Beating a dog depends on the owner.

Killing these three meant there was no room for negotiation with the Yuanmiao Sect. But there was nothing that could be done.

Are we just supposed to stand by and watch them assassinate Han Yi, then spare their lives and serve them good food and drink?

call…...

The night wind was strong and increasingly cold, causing the hem of clothes to flutter outwards and the lanterns on both sides to sway and collide.

Han Yi didn't speak, he just stood there quietly.

Zhong Han didn't press further. She gently approached, rolled up her sleeves, and softly took Han Yi's hand, leaning her cheek against his shoulder.

The sky was dark, and the starlight was dim.

The wind howled, and a cold, damp wind blew incessantly.

But at this moment.

In an instant, all of Zhong Han's fear, helplessness, unease, and uncertainty about the future vanished.

It felt like I was back in my childhood. When my father was still alive, being nestled between my parents in bed brought a deep sense of security to me.

The worst possible outcome...

It's nothing more than death.

She thought about it a lot.

In the end, however, I felt much more at ease.

Making peace with yourself is the best option.

Being able to spend time with your loved one before you die can be a kind of romance.

"You won't die." The voice traveled up his throat to his ears, making his shoulder bones tremble slightly.

"No one else will die. Our Ten Thousand Beasts Sect... will not be cut off from its lineage." The deep, resonant male voice rang out again.

"..."

Zhong Han remained silent, not uttering a word, simply closing her eyes to savor this rare warmth.

She took it as Han Yi's way of comforting her.

He offended Emperor Yuanmiao, and a deadlock was formed between them that could not be resolved.

Landing within Yunzhou territory is tantamount to defying 'Heaven'.

Yuanmiaozong, that is the Heavenly Lord of Yunzhou.

She couldn't figure out how the Myriad Beasts Sect could escape this calamity.

"There will be a way..." Han Yi said in a deep voice without offering further explanation.

This sudden incident created an irreparable conflict between him and Emperor Yuanmiaozong.

This also made him make up his mind completely.

He had actually considered these things when things started to go wrong.

He had several options, but...

He was unwilling to accept it. In the darkness, a cold glint flashed in Han Yi's eyes.

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"Father, what is the martial arts world?"

On the dusty official road, two horses, one tall and one short, kicked up stones as they rode side by side at a moderate pace.

Two figures, one tall and one short, sat on the saddle, their bodies rising and falling with the movement of the horses.

The little girl, with a hair tie in her hair and bright, sparkling eyes, turned her head to look curiously at the man on horseback.

The man was wearing a black sleeveless vest, his arms were bare, revealing his well-defined, bronze muscles, and there was a deep scar on his neck that went down to the bone.

He had a curved knife hanging at his waist, and a rusty brass wine jug hanging beside him.

At this moment, as the horse swayed, it bumped into something and made a crisp, clattering sound.

"The martial arts world..." The man looked up at the sky and sighed.

"The martial arts world... Martial arts people gather together, and when they become powerful, they form a forest... Where there are many martial artists... that is the martial arts world."

He smiled at the little girl, his eyes full of affection.

"Oh...I see..." The little girl nodded seriously, seemingly lost in thought. "It sounds similar to the martial arts world that Father often talks about."

"No, that's different," the man said earnestly. "The martial arts world is small and pure, with only simple martial artists. The most they do is practice martial arts, spar, and discuss with each other. Once it becomes a 'jianghu' (江湖, a term referring to the martial arts world of martial arts and chivalry)..."

He sighed deeply, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, as if he were recalling something.

"The martial world? What would happen if it became the martial world?" the little girl persisted, continuing to press for an answer. "The martial world... it means..." The man's expression suddenly changed before he could finish speaking.

Sigh...

He suddenly yanked the reins, stomped his foot hard, and moved with lightning speed, grabbing the little girl and leaping to the side of a large tree branch.

"Daddy?" the little girl was about to speak.

"Shh!" The man immediately silenced her with a stern look.

boom…...

Boom boom...

The ground in the distance began to tremble, and the branches and leaves swayed slightly.

After a few breaths of time.

The sound grew closer, the ground trembled more and more noticeably, countless tiny pebbles bounced up and fell, and the thick trunks of the trees shook violently.

Along with the shaking sensation came a thick storm of yellow dust.

Thick dust completely blocked the view, making it impossible to see anything.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and most of it had disappeared into the distant horizon, almost losing its light.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, a giant white ice wolf leaped into the air.

Its enormous body cast a massive shadow, completely obscuring even the sun.

Bang! ! !

The moment it landed, a ring of yellowish-brown earth pillars shot into the sky, exploding and splashing up to a height of more than ten meters.

However, the giant wolf was like an ice and snow elf, and the dirt and dust could not get on it at all.

Its fur is crystal white, as if it were carved from white jade.

Thump thump thump!!! Following closely behind the giant wolf were one large wolf beast after another, the smallest of which was over two meters tall.

One by one, knights, dressed in all black, lay prone on the backs of wolves, exuding a chilling and murderous aura.

The wolf pack came quickly and left quickly.

It was only for a short while.

The huge wolf pack had already disappeared.

All that remained was the slowly falling dust and a faint, pungent smell of wild animals.

On the tree trunk, a man held a little girl, quietly watching this scene.

Until the wolf pack disappeared into the distant mountains.

He then released his hand from the little girl's mouth and nose and took a deep breath.

After calming down, he tried his best to force a gentle smile.

"The martial world... means bloodshed and turmoil... the big fish eat the small fish... the saddest place... is right here..."

The man sighed deeply.

In the martial world, the strong often possess everything and can do anything... while the weak... can only passively accept their fate and become innocent victims...

His expression suddenly turned extremely painful.

It seems that he hates his own weakness and incompetence.

It also seems to be a hatred of one's own weakness.

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Black Miasma Mountain, the Sect of Ten Thousand Beasts.

The once quiet and deserted open space in the valley was now densely packed with people.

Everyone looked anxious, craning their necks to look ahead, as if anxiously awaiting some decision. "Sect Master... what did you say?!"

Inside the main hall where the high-ranking members of the Myriad Beasts Sect were holding a meeting, Elder Fu's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up.

"This is my decision... and it's the best solution for the current situation." Han Yi sat in the main seat, his expression calm.

His tightly clenched fists, however, indicated that his heart was not at peace.

"...Do we really have to go this far...? Is there still a possibility...?" Zhang Ruoning asked hesitantly.

"There is no other choice," Han Yi said calmly. "Unless we send the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect to be cannon fodder, to be sacrificed as pawns in the hands of powerful figures, then this is the best decision."

"I just feel a little regretful... regretful, it's not easy to get to this point..." Zhang Ruoning looked through the window at the faces of her many disciples, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

"There's nothing to regret. There's nowhere to complain, nowhere to seek justice." Han Yi slowly rose, strode to the crowd, and said in a deep voice, "The weak will be humiliated, helpless, and powerless. In the martial world of Yunzhou, our Ten Thousand Beasts Sect has no voice!"

The words fell in a resounding thud, and the entire hall fell silent.

Some people frowned and shook their heads, lost in thought. Others lowered their heads and remained silent, unable to hide their anger.

But everyone looked grim, their eyes gleaming with resentment.

Not reconciled!

I'm not reconciled!!

I had no choice in the matter!

It took years of hard work and a lot of effort.

However, offending a powerful figure over a trivial matter would force them to abandon their efforts and fail at the last hurdle! "Disbanding the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect... is a helpless move. It's a decision made out of necessity." Han Yi's deep voice slowly echoed in the hall.

“Yuanmiao Sect wants us to do things that are simply impossible for us. It seems that the deaths of Cheng Wu and the other two are the direct cause of our disbanding of the sect. But in fact, we could not escape our current fate from the root.”

"You mean... Yuanmiao Sect did it on purpose?" Zhang Ruoning's thoughts turned, and she immediately understood Han Yi's meaning.

"Whether it was intentional or not, Yan Xuanji, or rather, her group, wanted to use this to force us to make a decision," Han Yi said calmly.

He had actually seen through Yan Xuanji's purpose, and he also understood why the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect had fallen into such a predicament.

Fire Maiden, Cheng Wu, and Zhao Yi were nothing more than cannon fodder sent to their deaths.

If these three succeed in their assassination, Yan Xuanji will be relieved of a major worry, and taking over the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect's legacy and remaining resources will be a natural progression.

If the assassination fails.

It is 'success' in another sense.

Yan Xuanji could have used the deaths of the three to exaggerate the facts, exert pressure, and force the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect to make what she considered the 'right decision'.

Therefore, Cheng Wu and his two companions are the truly pitiful ones; no one cares whether they live or die.