Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter Ninety-One Mad Dog Gang

His purpose in changing his appearance was simple: to create the illusion of his disappearance before the sect's minor competition began, so as to prevent Black Wind Stronghold and Elder Li from targeting him again.

During this period of downtime, I must cultivate as soon as possible and improve my strength!

After the sect competition ends and I become an inner disciple, even if my strength doesn't break through immediately, joining another branch of the Crimson Flame Sect and catching the eye of the sect's higher-ups means I won't be alone and vulnerable anymore, and my safety will definitely be guaranteed...

Surely not all the high-ranking members of the Crimson Flame Sect have connections with Black Wind Stronghold?

Yuqingfang

Han Yi followed the alleyway in the neighborhood without stopping and quickly left the alley. Soon, he arrived at the outside of an old house in Yuqing Neighborhood.

Two red lanterns hang above the gate of the courtyard, and in the center is an old wooden plaque with three large white characters that read "Lecture Hall".

In the courtyard, the sound of students reciting their lessons could be heard from time to time, along with the deep, reprimanding voice of an old man.

Han Yi didn't rush in. He found a big tree nearby, leaned against it, sat down, and listened patiently.

The lecture hall was a private school in Yuqingfang. The respected families in the nearby alleys, who could not afford the schools run by the government, would pool their money to find a teacher and send their children there for their early education.

"Yang Yuan Gong, rank unknown, but it significantly improves cultivation level, so prioritize leveling up its points..."

"The basic sword technique, although a mortal-level martial art, can be mastered with just eleven more points, and can add new characteristics, so it should be given priority..."

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"While the Thunderclap Palm and Flying Swallow Kick are powerful, they require a large amount of Yuan Energy. We'll consider using them when we have enough Yuan Energy..."

"It's a pity, if only there were a manual on how to conceal one's presence... "

"You could try to find an opportunity to check out the black market, or after becoming an inner disciple, look for one within the sect."

Han Yi sat under the tree, constantly pondering and planning his cultivation path.

"Brother Han?"

Suddenly, a boy with tattered clothes and two bright eyes called out uncertainly.

"Ah Qiu, what happened this time that you left me a message before?"

Han Yi looked at A Qiu, whose eyes held a hint of hesitation, and said, "It seems my makeup skills are pretty good; A Qiu only recognized me at this close range..."

"It really is you, Brother Han! I thought I had mistaken you for someone else!"

Ah Qiu's tone was full of surprise.

Then, he changed the subject, his face becoming serious, and said, "Brother Han, do you remember what I told you before about that strange disease that's hard to cure once you've contracted it...?"

"Hmm." Han Yi nodded slightly.

"I heard a few days ago that someone contracted this strange disease and couldn't be cured no matter what treatment they tried, and ended up coughing to death!"

"So I went over to take a look, and I never expected that the dead man was none other than Dog Master from the Mad Dog Gang. I had even gone to his yard to get some cured meat a while ago!"

A Qiu's face was deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with fear.

Dead? Because of what they call a cold?

Han Yi fell silent.

Even in his previous life, a cold was considered a minor illness, and most people could recover without medication, relying solely on their body's resistance.

In this world, ordinary people are generally stronger than those in Han Yi's previous life, and they are rarely troubled by minor illnesses.

He remembered the man called Dog Master; he had seen him at the entrance of Changningfang and he was the leader of a small gang called the Mad Dog Gang.

Although this Dog Master can't be considered a martial artist, his physique is considered robust among ordinary people.

But now...

"He's dead. Was there anything unusual about him?"

Han Yi asked.

"I didn't get too close at the time, so I didn't see clearly. I just vaguely saw Dog's upper body, and his mouth was covered in blood, as if he had coughed up his lungs..."

A-Qiu pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice.

"Oh, and one more thing, Dog is very thin, like he hasn't eaten for days. He doesn't look like he usually beats people up at all. He wasn't this thin when he used to chase me around..."

A-Qiu's tone was a little downcast, and he didn't seem to feel the satisfaction of having avenged his great enemy.

Come to think of it, Qiu was just a kid, and the bad things he did were usually just stealing food and drink. Now that someone close to him had died in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

"Brother Han, Xiao He has also contracted this strange illness. He's been coughing constantly. Do you think he might...?"

At this point, A-Qiu lowered her head and wiped the corner of her eye with her fingertip.

"Sigh..." Han Yi sighed deeply, without replying. Who could possibly explain such a thing?

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural cycle of life and the common experience of humankind.

Xiao He was stronger than A Qiu, but he contracted a disease, while A Qiu felt nothing. That's life; unexpected things always happen.

Han Yi shook his head, no longer thinking about these things.

He instructed Aqiu, "Now, take off your shirt!"

"what?"

A Qiu was taken aback, but then obediently took off his tattered cotton and linen clothes.

His body was covered in dirt, sores, and healed wounds; there wasn't a single patch of healthy skin on him.

Han Yi ignored the others and focused his gaze on A Qiu's arms and shoulders. The abnormality was clearly visible; the skin and flesh there were noticeably swollen and larger than the rest of the body, and there were also bruises from blood pooling.

This injury is likely caused by A-Qiu's recent intensive practice of the "Peach Stealing Style".

Han Yi gently poked the bruise.

"pain!"

Ah Qiu immediately bared his teeth and shouted.

"Not bad, it seems you haven't slacked off in your cultivation these past few days..."

"But you must remember that extreme rigidity leads to breakage, and everything has its opposite. Cultivation must be consistent from beginning to end; otherwise, it will inevitably cause irreparable damage to the body..."

"Ah Qiu, you should go back to class. Why are you still hanging out with these shady characters!"

Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out, startling Han Yi, who was fond of lecturing. He raised an eyebrow and looked up. An old man in a faded scholar's robe was loudly rebuking A Qiu in the lecture hall.

He strode towards A Qiu, and like a mother hen protecting her chicks, pulled A Qiu behind him.

"Young master, whatever grudge you have against A Qiu, since A Qiu is my student, please settle this after he finishes his studies!"

Although the old man looked poor and shabby, he spoke to Han Yi with neither servility nor arrogance, remaining extremely calm.

"Mr. Yuan, he didn't come looking for Ma..."

A Qiu, who was standing behind Master Yuan, was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. He was about to explain when Master Yuan glared at him and stopped him.