Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter Ninety-Three: The Deep Pit

"If I were to encounter those stray dogs again now, I believe I wouldn't be in such a sorry state..."

But then Han Yi thought of Elder Li's strength at the Meridian Opening stage (105-160) and sighed inwardly.

"Not enough, keep cultivating!"

With a 'pop', Han Yi opened the medicine bottle, and a pleasant fragrance wafted into his nose.

Gum!

After swallowing a 'Blood Essence Pill', a warm current rose up and flowed into Han Yi's body, surging like a river. The river then grew stronger and more violent.

Han Yi acted decisively, activating the 'Yang Yuan Gong'. [Realm]: Early Blood Refining Stage (19/100)

[Cultivation Techniques]: Yang Yuan Gong (Incomplete, Trait: Rejuvenation, Minor Success 5/50, Can be Upgraded); Jade Bone Gong (Mortal Rank, Trait: Strengthening Bones, Protection, Major Success, Cannot be Upgraded)

"call…..."

Han Yi let out a long sigh of relief, calmed his breathing, and stretched his muscles and bones, which made a "crackling" sound as they were stretched and loosened.

This Essence Blood Pill truly lives up to its reputation as the most suitable pill for martial artists in the early stages of Blood Refining; just one pill is equivalent to a month of arduous training.

There are three Essence Blood Pills in this medicine bottle. He exchanged them for a Grade C intermediate skill in the Extraordinary Affairs Department. In total, this bottle of pills is worth three hundred taels of silver!

Splash, splash

The ingredients of this Blood Essence Pill contain the essence of demonic beast flesh and blood, along with precious medicinal herbs such as ginseng. It is especially good for nourishing the spleen and lungs, promoting the production of body fluids and replenishing blood.

At first, Han Yi didn't notice anything, but after the effects of the medicine had completely worn off and his internal energy and blood had become stronger, he felt his face turn red and his body become unbearably hot. So he went to the well in the courtyard and took a cool shower.

"I... want to go back and see my mother..."

With a creak, the courtyard gate opened.

Qianxue and Han Yi, who was taking a bath, happened to look into each other's eyes.

Han Yi's eight-pack abs, as sharp as if cleaved by a knife and axe, were on full display. Fortunately, he was only shirtless.

"what!!"

"Han Yi, you, you..."

Qianxue, who had been feeling a little melancholy, blushed instantly on her delicate face.

She ran all the way, covering her eyes, like a startled fawn, and dashed into her house.

"hehe….."

Bai Sanren stroked his long beard, squinted, and slowly walked into the courtyard with a smile. "Young Han, it's getting late. You should get some rest. I'll talk to you about something tomorrow..."

"it is good."

Han Yi nodded in response and returned to his room. Before falling into a deep sleep, he felt somewhat exhausted after fighting Tie Sha for so long that day.

In a dense forest, a cool breeze blows, and the bright moonlight shines down like a giant jade disc in the sky, pouring countless moonbeams onto the earth. The night view here is beautiful and pleasant, a perfect moment for a beautiful night.

Gaa, gaa, gaa

In the dense forest, crows suddenly took flight, their hoarse and unpleasant cries shattering the tranquil atmosphere. They flapped their black wings and circled in the air, reluctant to land, with a few feathers even falling from the sky.

"Those behind, hurry up and catch up!"

Moo, moo, moo

"Damn it, get out of here!" *Slap!*

The driver flicked his whip and lashed out hard.

Moo! ! !

The old ox, in pain, let out a pitiful moo, and the caravan started moving again.

Crunch, crunch!

The oxcart's wheels were stuck hard, making a creaking sound as it moved, accompanied by the clanking of the hubs and the rattling of the chains...

There were some wooden cages about two meters high on the oxcart, all covered with black cloth.

Although it was impossible to see what was inside, occasionally, when the old ox stumbled and the oxcart swayed, a corner of the black cloth would peek out.

Inside, some women were sitting, and some young men were sitting. But regardless of age or gender, everyone had a black cloth over their head, a rag stuffed in their mouth, and their hands and feet were bound by iron chains. The chains were rusty and had traces of blood, indicating that they had been used for a long time.

Inside the cage, the smell was unbearable—a mixture of sweat, feet, and saliva, and even the faint odor of feces and urine from someone who had lost control of their bladder.

This procession consisted of five oxcarts, each with a cage filled with seven or eight people!

Snapped!

Another lash came down.

The old ox cried out in pain, its four hooves flailing wildly, but it still refused to move.

*Slap, slap, slap!*

The driver became enraged and took a deep drag.

Blood seeped from the cow's back, staining the whip red. The old cow kept mooing pitifully, but it wouldn't budge an inch!

"Never mind, you guys go back first..." At the front of the convoy, a short, thin man with a dull face said softly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it drowned out the animals' roars, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Strangely enough, even though the leader's pace seemed slow, as if he were taking a stroll, the oxcart could not catch up with him no matter what.

"Yes, brother..."

The driver readily agreed and quickly told his companions to get off the cart and unload the wooden cage.

Under the bright moonlight, it was discovered that these busy coachmen were all dressed as bandits. But the bandits who used to kill, burn, rob, and commit all kinds of evil now only showed fear on their fierce faces.

"Big brother, all the 'cargo' has been unloaded..."

"Okay, you guys go back first. If there's any news about Tie Sha, let me know immediately..." "Yes, brother!"

The bandits who had been timid and hesitant were suddenly granted a pardon upon hearing this, and they ran to the oxcart in a flash.

The bandit driving the vehicle hurriedly turned around and headed back. Inadvertently, he glanced back and saw that the Black Rock Mountain Range behind him seemed to be a huge beast sleeping, and with each breath, the surrounding light dimmed.

Buden!

The bandit driving the cart was almost startled by the darkness behind him; his arm went limp, and the whip fell from his hand onto the oxcart.

He hurriedly picked it up, whipped it several times, and sped up.

It's not that I'm a coward, it's just that 'that great one' in that deep pit was too terrifying...

The bandit in the car tried to justify his actions, but then he remembered the scene and his face turned deathly pale.

The leader, known as 'Big Brother,' did not hesitate. He gently gripped the iron chain that held the wooden cages together and exerted a slight force in his arm.

A single wooden cage must weigh over a thousand pounds, so five wooden cages together would probably weigh six or seven thousand pounds.

But in the hands of this taciturn man, these heavy objects moved quickly and steadily as if they were nothing.

Swish!

He turned and walked into the deep darkness behind him as if taking a leisurely stroll, towards the depths of the Black Rock Mountains.