A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Knowing that Han Li was injured on his foot, Zhang Tie personally brought the food to his room and prepared to eat with him.

Han Li saw him clumsily moving around in his room, sometimes moving chairs, sometimes tossing the table, busy for a long time, and finally got everything ready so that he could eat. He couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, but more importantly, he was a little touched.

After the two of them made their decision at the table, they started stuffing food into their mouths while chatting about the gossip inside the door, and exchanged each other's training experiences from time to time.

As soon as Zhang Tie mentioned the opponent's "Elephant Armor Skill", he rolled his eyes in frustration.

Now Zhang Tie is a bit arrogant about the "Elephant Armor Kung Fu". Although he has only practiced the first level, he has already been tortured by Doctor Mo and is complaining endlessly. Not only did he have to make some unpleasant-smelling concoctions at regular intervals, but he also had to be beaten with Doctor Mo's wooden stick from time to time, which was said to temper his muscles and bones.

These rough training methods made it impossible for him to sleep peacefully every night for a period of time. Because his whole body was red and swollen, whenever he touched the wooden bed, he grinned in pain.

For him, it was a nightmare.

As for the nameless formulas that Han Li practiced, Zhang Tie was envious from the bottom of his heart.

He felt that just meditating and chanting sutras like a monk every day would be enough. Han Li could only face these words speechlessly.

Han Li could still understand Zhang Tie's fear of the later levels of the "Elephant Armor Skill". No one knew that he would be restless and unable to sleep or eat well when he would experience torture many times more severe than before.

Han Li was greatly admired for Zhang Tie's ability to persevere until now without giving up.

If it were him, he would never know how to practice this kind of self-destructive martial arts, even if it could make him a first-class master overnight, he would still have the same opinion.

While the two were talking, dinner was almost finished. After Zhang Tie hurriedly cleared away the dishes, he stood up and left, asking him to rest early to recover from his foot injury before leaving.

Han Li stood at the door and watched the other party leave, then hurriedly returned to the house and closed the doors and windows tightly, leaving only a skylight for ventilation open. Then he took the bottle out of the bag and started studying it again.

After all, Han Li was just a teenager. After struggling for a while, he felt a little tired when he saw that he had no clue. In addition, his feet were still injured and his spirit was a little tired, so he unconsciously leaned against the bed with a bottle in his hand and fell asleep faintly.

I don't know how long it took, but Han Li, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt an icy feeling coming from one of his hands.

Han Li shivered in excitement, and reluctantly opened his eyelids that had become extremely heavy, and looked vaguely at his mischievous hand.

Suddenly, he sat up immediately, his mouth opened wide, and he didn't even notice the saliva flowing out of the corner of his mouth. He no longer felt sleepy at all, and was completely stunned by the sight in front of him.

Bits of white light visible to the naked eye fell from the sky through the only open skylight in the room, and all gathered on the bottle held in the hand, forming white light spots the size of rice grains, covering the entire bottle with a thin layer of light. surrounded by white light.

This white light is very soft, not dazzling at all, and the cold feeling comes from this faint white light.

Han Li swallowed a mouthful of cold saliva before suddenly waking up. He threw the bottle in his hand aside as if it was hot and rolled to the other side.

After observing vigilantly for a while, he found that there seemed to be no danger, so he cautiously approached again.

The bottle surrounded by white light looks particularly beautiful and attractive, with a bit of mystery.

Han Li hesitated for a moment, then gently poked the bottle a few times with his finger. When he saw no reaction, he carefully picked up the bottle again. Putting it on the table again, he lay nearby and excitedly observed this strange scene that he had never seen before.

Without blinking, Han Li stared at the bottle in the white light for more than a quarter of an hour, and finally he discovered some of its secrets.

This bottle is constantly absorbing the white light spots wandering nearby through the surface of the bottle. No, it's not absorption, it's these light spots that are desperately squeezing into the bottle, scrambling one by one, as if they are alive.

Han Li was a little curious and gently touched one of them with his fingertips.

Cool! Apart from that, there is nothing else special about it.

Han Li looked up.

Strands of white light were still falling from the skylight, showing no sign of stopping.

Han Li looked at the closed doors and windows, and then at the open skylight above.

He had an idea, pushed the door open gently, and peeked out.

Fortunately, it was already late at night. Except for a few cackling autumn insects, it was quiet outside and there was no one around.

Han Li retracted his head, turned around, grabbed the vial, put it into a leather bag, and ran out quickly.

He ran until he reached a secluded, empty place with no one, and then he stopped.

He glanced around with his eyes to make sure that no one else was here. Carefully, he took out the bottle again and gently placed it on the ground.

The light spot near the bottle had disappeared without a trace after it was put into the leather bag.

But Han Li was not worried.

Sure enough, after a while, many more rays of light than in the room gathered from all directions. Then, countless white light spots appeared densely around the small bottle, forming a huge light group the size of a washbasin.