A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Yu Zitong was very confident in his words. He did not believe that anyone could resist the temptation to become an immortal and live forever.

I think at the beginning, Doctor Mo also hated him deeply, but under the same words, he still didn't cooperate honestly. I believe if you give this person a little sweetness, he will definitely obey.

But Yu Zitong was disappointed. After hearing his seductive words, Han Li did not show any excitement, but a calm look on his face, as if these words did not create any waves in the other person's heart.

"I will consider cooperation in the future, but now I still have a question. I hope you can answer it." Han Li stared at the light ball with clear eyes and said softly.

"Having answered your question, are you willing to cooperate?"

"It depends on whether your answer satisfies me."

"Okay, you ask!" Yu Zitong agreed in a bachelor's manner. It seemed that he had a thorough understanding of the principle of "people have to bow their heads when they are under the eaves."

Han Li did not speak immediately. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the roof and thought deeply for a while, as if he was considering what to say more appropriately.

Yu Zitong was frightened by the other party's solemn look, and kept muttering in his mind, wondering what questions Han Li would ask that would cause him a headache.

"I want to know what adverse consequences will happen if I swallow part of Doctor Mo and your soul? Why is my head a little swollen and painful, and I feel like there are a lot of things, but I can't look through them. Nothing is wrong. Right?" Han Li finally asked the question that he had been worried about since he woke up.

When Yu Zitong heard that the other party was worried about this small problem, he immediately felt relieved and his voice became much lighter.

"Haha! So that's it. Brother, you are too worried. Don't take it to heart at all. You know, these things stuffed into your mind will slowly dissipate on their own within a year or two. Don't worry about it at all. You worry."

"So, my devouring these things is completely useless, and I can't keep any of them? I don't believe it." Han Li glanced at the other party with suspicion, showing a slight look of distrust.

"To say that nothing can be left behind is not entirely true. But there are indeed not many that can be left behind." Yu Zitong hurriedly explained aloud, fearing that the other party would misunderstand something.

"The memories, experiences, and emotions contained in it cannot be touched at all. If it is absorbed, at least it will become an idiot and have a split personality, or at worst, the spirit will explode and the brain will burst and die."

"You must know that the soul is the most delicate thing. How can it be casually integrated with other things. It is okay to swallow other people's soul and temporarily put it aside in your mind, but you must make it your own. , that is delusion. Otherwise, if you just grab someone's body, you can get the other person's experience, memory, and skills. If the world is not in chaos, who will practice the skills honestly and understand what state and mentality, as long as the world is not in chaos? Once the body is taken away, everything is lost."

"The only thing that can be used among the devoured souls is a little bit of the original power contained in them. This kind of thing can slightly strengthen one's own soul, but it is only a little bit, because this kind of thing is lost the fastest. , it will be completely lost from the devoured soul in a few days and cannot be used again."

While listening to Yu Zitong's explanation, Han Li let go of the last trace of concern in his heart.

He could tell that the other party was not lying. At this time, Yu Zitong was probably thinking of cooperating with him like Dr. Mo. Naturally, he would not deceive him on this issue that would become clear after a short period of time.

After Yu Zitong finished explaining the last sentence, he saw Han Li nodding and seemed to believe what he said. He couldn't help but feel happy. The ball of light transformed by Yuan Shen seemed to be a little brighter. He expected asked:

"Brother Han, it seems that he is very satisfied with my explanation. Is it time to discuss our cooperation next?"

"Of course, being able to cooperate with an immortal cultivator is a wonderful thing that I can only dream of!" Han Li suddenly smiled, his white teeth shining brightly, looking extremely sincere.

"Really?" Yu Zitong became excited, but he didn't expect that the other party had already agreed without persuading him, so he quickly opened his mouth to confirm.

"Of course" Han Li answered quickly and crisply.

Then he took out something from his pocket with a smile and said to Yu Zitong in a friendly tone:

"Since we are already partners, you will not refuse to cooperate with me in a small experiment before we discuss the details."

"Experiment?" Yu Zitong was stunned. He looked at the cylinder in the opponent's hand and felt that it looked very familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before, and there was an ominous omen in his heart.

"Yes, a poison test."

Before Han Li finished speaking, the thumb holding the cylinder moved, and then a black liquid spurted out from it, carrying an unpleasant rancid smell, and headed straight for the target on the opposite side.

"ah!"

Yu Zitong's screams came from the light ball. His soul was doused with black liquid. The green light above suddenly dimmed a lot. It seemed that he was seriously injured now.

"You, you actually poisoned me and attacked me?" Yu Zitong screamed at the top of his lungs, as if he still couldn't accept what had just happened.

Han Li ignored the other party's anger. He reached out and grabbed the belt buckle above his abdomen. With a "swish" sound, he pulled out a shiny sword from the middle of the belt.

This sword is as wide as a finger and about one and a half feet long. It is extremely flexible throughout. It is a rare "jade belt dagger".

This was the last dagger that Han Li spent a lot of money to have made by a blacksmith, and it was also the most expensive one. However, he was not good at this type of weapon, so he never used it. Unexpectedly, he would use it now.

Han Li held this sharp weapon that had been hidden on his body but almost never had a chance to appear. His face became extremely gloomy, and half of his original smile disappeared.

He glanced at Yuanshen, who was still trembling slightly, with hateful eyes. Without saying a word, he quickly stepped forward and slashed at the ball of light, completely using the soft sword as a woodcutter.