A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Han Li took a look at these guards. Although there were no fluctuations in spiritual power on their bodies, they were all very skilled and seemed to have practiced some superficial kung fu.

But what intrigued him the most was the cylinder. It's really amazing that these guards can identify cultivators without spiritual power.

Han Li couldn't help but look at the cylinder a few more times.

Wang Changqing saw all this and explained to Han Li with a smile:

"That's a spirit plate that allows us mortals to identify the identities of the immortal masters!"

"Spirit plate?" Han Li was slightly startled when he heard this title, but he immediately remembered that there was indeed a palm-sized jade plate inlaid at one end of the cylinder, so he nodded lightly and said nothing.

Then, as Han Li looked on coldly, the beast cart drove along the streets paved with white stones towards the city center.

There are many pedestrians on the road, and they are constantly coming and going, and it tends to become more lively the further you go.

Most of these people's clothes are white, and even if there are other colors, they are all light yellow, green and other light colors. No one is wearing bright clothes.

Moreover, among these people, there are obvious distinctions between high and low status. One or two people with expensive clothes often walk in front, followed closely by three or four people with somewhat shabby clothes, who are obviously servants.

In the end, because there were too many people and beasts, Han Li and his car had to slow down before they could continue moving forward.

After much effort, the beast cart finally arrived at a huge square in the center of the city.

This square covers an area of ​​dozens of acres and is literally packed with people. As Han Li looked at it, he saw black heads everywhere.

And people from all directions continued to pour into the square.

Along the four sides of the square, there are many shops and they are crowded with people. There are some temporary stalls in the middle of the store, which are also overcrowded. In the middle, there were more people, chatting eagerly, making it seem bustling and lively.

Han Li's eyes were a little straightened when he saw it. He made a little mental calculation. With the crowd standing so densely, at least tens of thousands of people were crowded in this square at the same time.

Once the beast cart arrived here, it was naturally impossible to move forward.

Boss Gu took the lead and got out of the car, taking Han Li and others on foot to a palace-style building on the edge of the square.

This palace is about ten feet high, which is obviously much higher than other buildings.

Moreover, there is a row of guards standing in front of the huge palace gate, holding gleaming spears and guarding there. Others are not allowed to approach the place casually.

"Today is the opening day of Kuixing Island's March market, so there are several times more people in this 'East Rock City' than in the past. Basically, people from more than a dozen towns in the east will come to trade some things that they can't usually buy. Rare items." Gu Dongzhu walked forward and turned around to explain all this to Han Li.

Han Li smiled faintly and followed him to the front of the palace.

Gu Dongzhu stepped forward and said a few words to the guard guarding the door, and the guard waved his hand to indicate that they could enter.

So, Boss Gu hurriedly called to Han Li and Wang Changqing, and walked in together.

As soon as you enter the palace gate, it seems much cooler and quieter. In the corridor behind the door, there were dozens of people who looked like they had some identity, whispering in groups. Seeing the arrival of Boss Gu, everyone looked over with some hostility.

But at this time, the purple wooden door at the other end of the corridor opened, and a young man in white clothes in his twenties walked out of it. This man had a delicate face, a fair face, and a very frail appearance.

"Is it Mr. Gu? Everyone else has arrived, except for the Gu family. But only those cultivators who participated in the challenge can enter. Mr. Gu will wait here for the results!" The young man gave Han Li a kind look. , and said to the proprietor in a polite manner.

The young man's cultivation was clearly revealed under Han Li's glance. He was in the fourth or fifth level of Qi refining stage, but he was almost the same as he is now.

Seeing this, Boss Gu could only look at Han Li expectantly, and then stepped aside with a yes.

Han Li followed the young man into the wooden door with a normal expression, and then the wooden door immediately closed tightly.

"My surname is Wen, fellow Taoists can call me Wen Qiang. However, I see that fellow Taoists are very familiar. Could it be that they are the new monks who have arrived on Kuixing Island?" As soon as Han Li entered the wooden door, the young man turned around and asked with a smile.

"Han Li, I just arrived at Kuixing Island last month!" After this period of practice, Han Li finally had no problem speaking the local language.

"Haha, I really admire you! With your current cultivation level, you dare to go out and explore. You are so brave and courageous! I can't do that. Since I was born on this island, I have never left Kuixing Island." The young man said with some envy.

After hearing this, Han Li chuckled and said nothing.

Then, Han Li followed the young man straight ahead and arrived at a circular hall. There were more than thirty monks with different expressions sitting or standing inside.

"It looks like everyone is here. Let's start drawing lots right now! One battle will determine the outcome. You are only allowed to injure but not kill, otherwise you will be disqualified from winning." An old man with a moral integrity sitting across from the crowd said , said extremely briefly.

Among all the monks in the Qi Refining Stage in the room, he was the only one in the early stage of Foundation Establishment. He seemed to be the monk in charge of this matter.

As soon as the young man surnamed Wen entered the hall, he quickly walked behind the old man and stood with his hands.

The old man ignored the young man and took out a green jade tube containing more than twenty bamboo sticks.

"Okay, if you want to challenge, just draw one. Those with the same number will compete with each other first. Only then will the winner be qualified to challenge the representative of the original merchant."

After hearing this, most of the thirty people stared at the jade tube.

And the jade tube suddenly emitted a layer of green light, covering the bamboo stick inside. The consciousness of other people was automatically excluded from the blue light, and some were even slightly affected, causing their bodies to sway a few times.

The other monks who did not use their spiritual sense to detect the jade tube showed signs of gloating over the misfortune.

These people are the immortal cultivators who want to be challenged. Naturally, we hope that Han Li and other challengers will suffer as big a loss as possible.

With Han Li's powerful spiritual consciousness, it would be no problem to forcefully break the green light, but he would not do such an eye-catching thing.

So looking at each other in disbelief, Han Li and the other monks took turns to take out the bamboo sticks.

Before and after Han Li drew the sword, Han Li turned around and took a look. He saw a strange silver symbol.

He couldn't help but frown. He had forgotten this. He didn't know the local writing!

But Han Li had no expression on his face and still put away the bamboo stick in his hand, looking as if nothing had happened.

"No. 1" the old man said coldly.

Suddenly, two monks holding the same bamboo sticks came out.

"You go to the platform over there to compete. There is a formation there, so you are not afraid of the damage of the spell. As long as you can get the opponent's bamboo stick and hand it to me, you will win. I don't ask you what method or means you used. .Of course you can’t kill the other party.” The old man said unceremoniously.

"Yes, senior!" The two men saluted the old man and walked towards the looming open-air platform behind the hall.

As a result, after a burst of white light lit up on the platform, the two men disappeared.

But after a while, the two of them appeared tiredly on the platform again.

One of them excitedly handed the two bamboo sticks to the old man, while the other walked out of the hall sadly.

"No. 2" the old man shouted coldly.

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Because the fighting methods of monks in the Qi Refining Stage are relatively simple, the outcome is determined very quickly.

There was even a pair of monks who had just entered with their front feet, and their back feet came out. Both the winner and the loser were smiling and extremely happy. This made Han Li look a little strange.

"No. 7"

A monk immediately stood up following the old man's voice, but the other one didn't come out for a long time.

"No. 7" the old man shouted again with a serious look on his face.

At this time, Han Li walked out with a stunned look on his face and apologized hastily:

"Senior! I'm really sorry. I just read the wrong number and thought I was number nine!"

The old man ignored what Han Li said and waved his hand impatiently. Han Li and the other person quickly walked towards the platform.

After the white light flashed, Han Li and the other party appeared in a white sky and earth, leaving a space dozens of feet wide in the middle, surrounded by white mist.

"Your Excellency's cultivation level is two levels lower than mine. I don't think there is any need to fight anymore. Fellow Taoist, just admit defeat! Otherwise, you might miss the next moment and seriously injure fellow Taoist!" The middle-aged monk opposite had a look on his face. He said to Han Li confidently.

Han Li looked at the "master" across from him who was at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage. He chuckled when he saw that he had not even opened the shield like himself.