Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter Ninety: Disguise

Just as Feng Wu was about to leave, he heard shouts coming from the front hall, and he couldn't help but frown.

Looking back, I saw a man dressed in disguise, carrying a black cloth bundle, striding towards the counter not far behind me.

Behind him followed a group of people, shouting something loudly.

"Hmph, what kind of cowardly fellow is trying to make a scene in the Martial Alliance?"

Feng Wu's tone was full of disdain. Having been in the Martial Alliance for a long time, veterans like them had seen many newcomers who, after completing a bounty, started to swagger around and show off.

He could tell from the man's actions that he was a novice. Although the man was dressed in black, with only his eyes showing, he looked experienced. However, the blood-dripping package in his hand was not a cloth bag specially made by the Martial Alliance.

Professional bounty hunters always carry a special cloth bag, just for when they happen to encounter wanted criminals. Just from this, you can tell that this person must be a novice!

Such a flamboyant newcomer might one day die in some stinking, backwater corner...

Young, still young... Feng Wu shook his head, his heart filled with a sense of superiority.

However, Feng Wu was suddenly startled when Han Yi passed by him.

He saw the portrait on the wanted poster in Han Yi's hand.

"So, what is that?"

Feng Wu suddenly stammered. His eyes widened as he pointed at the wanted poster in Han Yi's hand and said, "No, impossible! You completed the bounty on Iron Kill, the second-in-command of Black Wind Stronghold?" Iron Kill's bounty was as high as two hundred taels of silver, which Feng Wu was naturally very envious of.

He had once witnessed Tie Sha's skills near the official road. Tie Sha's swordsmanship was heavy and ruthless, and coupled with his ghost-head broadsword, riding on the Black Wind Horse, he was truly invincible.

Feng Wu glanced at him from afar a few times, realizing he was no match for Tie Sha, and slunk away.

Unexpectedly, I saw Tie Sha's bounty poster being torn down here...

"Ah."

Han Yi glanced at Feng Wu, a Blood Refining stage martial artist with a strength level of '30~42', gave a curt reply, and headed straight for the counter.

After all, the persona he created for Niu Li was that of a man who was taciturn and powerful.

"Lord Niu!" The official behind the counter bowed respectfully after glancing at Han Yi's waist badge. *Gulp!*

Han Yi casually placed the package on the counter, and his head rolled out.

Tick-tock…

Blood flowed down the counter, some even seeping inside.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air, causing people to instinctively cover their noses.

But the officers remained calm and continued their thorough inspection.

However, his heart was churning like a great river.

He remembered the man named 'Niu Li'. The last time he submitted a bounty for Wu Awei, the Silver Swordsman, the officials didn't pay much attention to it at the time, after all, Wu Awei was just a Bone Refining stage martial artist.

This time, in just a few days, Niu Li completed the bounty on Black Wind Stronghold Iron Killer, the most troublesome target in the early stage of Blood Refinement. Clearly, even if Niu Li is not a Meridian Opening stage martial artist, he is still a master in the late stage of Blood Refinement.

Fortunately, I didn't neglect this person when I received them last time...

"Lord Niu, the bounty for Tie Sha is two hundred taels of silver. Should we exchange it for silver notes or gold?"

The official, all smiles, asked politely.

Two hundred taels of silver?

Han Yi remembered that when he last visited the Martial Alliance, Tie Sha's bounty was only one hundred taels of silver. It seems Tie Sha has committed quite a few more crimes recently…

"Let's use gold instead," Han Yi said after a pause.

In times of chaos, gold is valued; in times of prosperity, jade is precious; in times of peace, antiques are worth a fortune.

In this turbulent Xuan Dynasty, gold is still a better store of value.

"Lord Niu, this is your reward money, please accept it."

The official fumbled around in the counter for a while and took out two small, glittering gold ingots.

One tael of gold is worth ten taels of silver, and two hundred taels of silver can only be exchanged for twenty taels of gold.

But it must be said that the appearance of gold is indeed incomparable to that of silver. Even just two small gold ingots, with their golden luster, can arouse people's greed.

"Ah."

Han Yi nodded, quickly put the two gold ingots into his pocket, and turned to leave.

He killed the second-in-command of Black Wind Stronghold; he might cause an accident if he stays there too long.

"I am a member of the Fengwu sect, and I do not know your esteemed name..."

Before Han Yi could even step out of the back hall, Feng Wu, who had been waiting for a long time, clasped his hands in a fist salute and introduced himself.

"You're too kind, my name is Niu Li."

Han Yi's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was calm. "I didn't know when the Martial Alliance had acquired an expert like Brother Niu. He is truly a handsome and extraordinary man!"

Feng Wu's smile grew even wider. Tie Sha was incredibly strong, and since Han Yi could kill him so easily, he naturally wanted to get to know such a master.

“…..”

Han Yi was somewhat speechless. He was wearing a mask, yet they could still tell what he looked like.

Although Feng Wu was indeed right...

"Brother Niu, would you do me the honor of coming to Zuixianlou in Heyuefang tonight? I'd love to have a drink with you."

"Oh, I'm busy."

Han Yi's tone remained unchanged.

"In that case, I won't bother you any longer, Brother Niu. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know..."

Feng Wu stepped aside and bowed respectfully. He didn't feel embarrassed; after all, it was normal for people in their line of work to be wary of others. If they made a good first impression, they might be able to build a relationship next time…

After leaving the Martial Alliance, Han Yi moved with incredible speed, disappearing into the alley in a few flashes.

Then, a sickly-looking man with a sallow face, wearing a gray robe, emerged from the alley.

This person was naturally Han Yi. In order to avoid being recognized and to temporarily hide his whereabouts, he had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

"The lesser hermit lives in the wilderness, the middle hermit lives in the city, and the greater hermit lives in the court."

If you hide your whole body under your robes, you will attract more attention. It is better to disguise yourself with ordinary clothes.

Just now, he went to a house where the owner was not home, took a piece of clothing from the yard, and found some rouge and powder in the room. He then smeared his face with sallow color, making him look like a middle-aged man with an illness.

Of course, when Han Yi left, he also left some loose change for the family; he was no thief.

After putting on the gray robe and bending over, Han Yi looked like a sickly person, completely lacking the vigor and imposing aura of a martial artist. Although his disguise was crude, at least from a distance, most people wouldn't recognize him.

If only there were martial arts techniques for disguise... Why go through all this trouble!

Han Yi walked down the street, his mind constantly racing.