Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 935 Inheritance (Part 4)

"Don't worry, senior sister. There are no more enemies. We're... safe now."

Han Yi slowly bent down and gently hugged Chun Huiru to comfort her. His voice was gentle and soothing, conveying a strong sense of reassurance.

He had searched the entire way into the Thunder Cave carefully.

No enemies were found.

Apart from Chunhui Ru, there was no other person with unusual aura.

It's possible the murderer hid the crime so well that it went unnoticed for a while.

but.

No matter how strange and difficult the opponent is, or how unusual their movements, Han Yi guarantees that as long as that person's strength does not exceed that of the Demon Lord, he will risk exposing his own strength...

At this time...

If you dare to appear before him, you must let him know why there are eighteen levels of hell.

That's just the upper limit of hell, not the limit of the types of torture.

"Really? Really... everything's alright?" Chunhui's body tensed up, like a landmine that could explode at any moment.

"It's alright, it's really alright." Han Yi reassured him softly, releasing streams of pure essence to help the other recover from his injuries.

Chunhui, whose body had been stiff, gradually softened under Han Yi's constant comforting.

"Alright. Let's rest for a bit. We'll be back soon." Han Yi gently picked up Chun Huiru and turned to walk out of the Thunder Cave.

The School of All Things…

This declining and soon-to-be-dissolved school of thought…

Although its strength is insufficient and resources are lacking, even its heritage has been lost to the last few bits.

But the strange thing is.

Han Yi, however, had a somewhat inexplicable affinity for the School of All Things.

It doesn't mean I agree with their ideology.

Rather, it is a deeper level of identification with the spirit and atmosphere within the school of thought.

Han Yi has been in the North for some time now, and has met with many forces and had contact with many people.

But the School of All Things, which values ​​emotions and is highly humane...

Not many.

Rare.

So... if the School of All Things really is no longer viable.

If you have the ability, lend a helping hand...

Even if it's just a slight reveal of one's strength.

It seems like it's not impossible.

……………

……………

early morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

In the hazy light, a layer of misty white smoke enveloped the view, the seemingly thin, pale fog shrouding everything in front of us in a misty veil.

A somewhat ethereal figure swayed and drifted through the mist, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

"Why…..."

Looking at the densely packed tombstones before him, Lin Mu let out a heavy sigh.

How many years has it been? He's persisted for so many years, he doesn't even know himself.

The school of thought has fallen from its zenith to decline, and now it is on the verge of extinction...

The various events that occurred... cannot be described to others.

But Lin Mu was a witness, a participant, and a witness to the entire process, as well as the one who was hurt the most deeply.

Thinking back to the glory days of this school of thought.

Numerous secret techniques have emerged one after another, and countless powerful images have been created. The secret book records hundreds of powerful images, encompassing the four fundamental energies of thunder, fire, metal, and water. Each of these lineages has been practiced and carried forward by at least hundreds of disciples.

At that time, the Wanxiang lineage was considered a powerful force even among the three major powers.

Even at its peak, some suggested that "Four Seasons Demon Blade" should simplify the complex and create a powerful inheritance that encompasses everything and is applicable both internally and externally.

And use this as a basis for advancing to the upper three levels.

pity.

I just came up with this idea.

The entire upper echelon of the school was wiped out because of a seemingly simple external cleanup mission.

A large number of Soul Weapon techniques were lost, and the "Four Seasons Demon Blade" was thus scattered and destroyed, destroying the very foundation that sustained the school's development.

A school of thought that has lost sight of the future and the past faces immense difficulties in its development and struggles to make progress.

The disciples either died in battle or, seeing no future, left one after another, choosing a way out.

At the end.

Only Lin Mu's branch of the Spring Thunder Blade has survived, making him the only lucky survivor. "Sigh..."

Lin Mu sighed again, feeling helpless.

He walked past one tombstone after another, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar names on them, feeling increasingly lost.

Most of the graves in the cemetery are cenotaphs, with only a very few tombstones containing ashes.

Lin Mu stopped and stared at the newly erected tomb at the front, remaining silent for a long time.

“Rongrong…the last words you left me…maybe I won’t be able to finish them…” He smiled bitterly, his eyes revealing a deep sense of sorrow and exhaustion.

Almost...

Just a little bit more...

The Thunder Cave, on which the school relied for survival... was almost destroyed by him.

Even the only descendant of the Chun family almost died right under his nose.

Lin Mu lowered his eyes, unable to bear thinking about what hadn't happened yet.

“Hui Ru… is a good child… what a pity…” He shook his head, looking helpless.

Chunhui is such a child... His character is impeccable, and his loyalty to his school of thought is first-rate.

With her sense of responsibility, entrusting the school of thought to her will definitely lead to a successful path, which is reassuring.

only…...

Chunhui's aptitude... is really too poor.

Lin Mu watched Chun Huiru grow up, and they had a deep bond. If Chun Huiru had been even slightly more talented...

If they had even half of Rongrong's talent... no, even thirty percent of Rongrong's talent, the school wouldn't be in its current predicament, caught in a dilemma.

The leaders of these schools of thought did not simply value aptitude.

It's not necessarily about having the best talent or the strongest ability. It could be about having very poor natural talent...

Like the warmth of spring.

After cultivating for so long, he still hasn't been able to condense his imagery and break through to the Profound Realm. In the past, his school of thought would have expelled him long ago and left him to develop freely.

If one cannot achieve profound understanding and spiritual concentration, one cannot be considered a true member of the Hundred Lineages and has no right to serve as the sect leader.

After all, if one cannot even solidify the imagery of one's own school of thought, there is no way to talk about shared beliefs, let alone the possibility of passing them down.

Besides Chunhui Ru, there is also Lu Chenxin…

Thinking of Lu Chenxin.

Lin Mu's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.

After Chunhui regained consciousness, the two had a conversation.

It is clear.

The person who takes action must have the following characteristics.

First, he is extremely familiar with the Myriad Manifestations School, so much so that even the early warning array cannot detect its existence. He can even navigate the winding roads and complex environment inside the Thunder Cave with ease.

Secondly, it has a certain level of strength.

At the very least, he must be significantly stronger than Chun Huiru. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to break through Chun Huiru's protective soul artifact and then quickly erase all traces and escape without a trace after the explosion of the Thunder Cave.

Although Chunhui didn't know who did it, it was clear that only one of their own people could have done it.

"One of our own... a traitor..."

Lin Mu's face was bitter.

How many people are left in this school of thought?

There was an inside traitor?

First, we can rule out Han Yi as a suspect.

At the time of the incident, he was answering Han Yi's questions about cultivation.

Among the remaining four or five disciples, those stronger than Chunhui, capable of overwhelming the opponent, and sufficiently familiar with the Thunder Cave…

There was really only one person.

"Let's observe further..." Lin Mu's face was filled with grief, as if all his energy had been drained, and he swayed unsteadily.

He was unwilling to accept the result without direct evidence, still holding onto a sliver of hope.

The futurist successor, painstakingly groomed, ultimately becomes a spy for the school…

This kind of blow...

It's more than just betrayal.

This is tantamount to negating Lin Mu's entire life, enough to make him doubt the path he has long adhered to.

"Could it be... that Heaven truly intends to destroy my entire lineage of Wanxiang?"

Lin Mu barely managed to steady himself, his face pale and his eyes lifeless. "Lin Mu... Lin Mu... The forest is gone, the greenery is gone, and spring has naturally vanished with it..." His soul trembled, waves of sorrow emanating from it, and it was faintly pale.

From the once powerful Wanxiang Sect, to the Wanxiang School, and now to the Wanxiang Lineage.

Lin Mu had no other thoughts.

I just want to continue the tradition.

But looking at it now...

It seems that even this humble idea... is somewhat difficult to realize.

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In the quiet room, the pale blue light shone brightly, illuminating the room clearly.

laugh…...

Han Yi gently pulled out a chair and began to look around Chunhuiru's room.

The room was clean and simply furnished.

A table and chairs, a bookshelf, and a small bed—that's all Chunhui Ru has in her room, just like her simple and pure personality.

If it weren't for the pink wind chime hanging in the corner, swaying in the wind and making a soft tinkling sound.

To an outsider, this would never be considered a woman's boudoir.

"Senior sister, how is it?" Han Yi asked softly.

"It's alright. Thanks to Elder Hui's treatment, my condition has basically stabilized now," Chunhui said weakly.

Her entire lower body was encased in a diamond-shaped ice crystal, with dozens of blue ice pillars rotating around it in a certain formation.

Every now and then, wisps of cold air shot out from the ice beads, landing on the rhomboid ice crystals and suddenly bursting into a bright, cold light. "Elder Hui? What did she say? Senior Sister's injuries... are they rather serious..." Han Yi asked in a low voice.

"No problem, right? This was Elder Hui's work, there won't be any aftereffects." Chunhui smiled. "It's just... it will take some time."

Although her aptitude was lacking, she was still a member of the Chun family, with Chun family blood flowing through her veins, and her self-healing ability far surpassed that of others.

However, even if he recovers completely and grows back his legs, he will not be as strong and agile as before, and his strength will be greatly reduced.

To fully recover, it would take at least several years of continuous exercise and recuperation.

"That's good. I'm relieved that Senior Sister is alright." Han Yi smiled. He knew that things weren't that simple, but saying too much when trying to comfort someone could be off-putting.

"Thank you for your concern, Junior Brother." Chunhui said gratefully. "Speaking of which... during the Thunder Cave incident... if Junior Brother hadn't arrived in time... now..." "Alright, Senior Sister." Han Yi waved his hand to interrupt her. "As a member of the same school... it was just a small favor. It's what I should do."