A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

After spending a night in the woods, Han Li put away the Tiansha demon corpse the next day and headed straight for Wanling Mountain.

Before finding Zi Ling and others yesterday, he found no trace of Tianjimen disciples in the city. Therefore, even though he held the token given by the elder of Tianji Sect in his hand, he could not use it for a while, let alone find Nanlong Hou.

It seems that either the Tianji Sect monks have other residences, or the people from this sect have not yet come here.

Han Li was not in a hurry about this. He planned to find a place near Wanling Mountain to temporarily settle down and refine some pill-forming puppets.

He had those two ritual rings in his hand, and even if he didn't look for them himself, Nanlong Hou would probably come looking for them.

By now Han Li also vaguely understood that the Northern Yuanguang the other party mentioned was definitely not at the entrance to the outer valley, but most likely appeared in the passage into the inner valley.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful the Ghost Spirit Sect is, it will not be able to allow hundreds of monks to avoid the Northern Lights and enter the valley at the same time.

While Han Li was thinking about it, he turned into a blue rainbow and moved forward calmly.

With Han Li's escape speed, he was able to throw Ye Huacheng in the distance out of sight in a matter of seconds, and escaped dozens of miles away.

With the current escape speed, it would only take half a day to reach the vicinity of Wanling Mountain.

I heard that several markets near Wanling Mountain have already opened up in advance. Han Li happened to go to these markets first to purchase some materials for refining puppets.

Han Li once obtained almost all the rare materials accumulated by a mid-level sect in a gambling battle in the border battle and by using the ancient lamp inherited by the Mulan people. These materials, worth nearly 10 million spirit stones, were enough for Han Li to refine a daunting number of high-level puppets.

So what he went to the market to purchase were some common materials commonly used in refining puppets.

As for the ancient Nascent Soul level puppet that he wanted to refine, although he found two or three missing materials from the Qianzhu Sect in the far west, he had not yet collected all of them. There is also a material called "Blood Phoenix Wood" that has never been collected.

This kind of material is a rare top-level weapon refining material. Although it is not as difficult to obtain as Geng Jing, it is still something with a price but no market. When it can be collected is a matter of luck.

Fortunately, Han Li had already told the disciples of the Luoyun Sect to keep an eye out for him. Once there is any news about such materials, they must either get them in time or simply notify him. It would only be a matter of time before they could get them together. But before entering the Valley of the Fallen Demon, it was simply out of reach.

Suddenly, Han Li's expression changed, he paused for a moment, and his speed suddenly slowed down.

Because not far in front, the spiritual energy was surging and the light was flashing. There were monks fighting fiercely.

Han Li frowned, but didn't care.

Nowadays, dragons and snakes are mixed here, and there is no one to take charge of the overall situation. It is normal for enemies to meet and fight.

With Han Li's cultivation level, he was within a few hundred feet of them in the blink of an eye, but these monks were still confused and minding their own business.

Four men and one woman were divided into two hostile parties.

Han Li glanced at them and saw that they were all in the Dan-formation stage, and most of them were in the early or middle stages of Dan-formation. However, the two sides seemed to have a lot of grudges. Not only were magic weapons flying in the sky, but all kinds of talismans in their hands were shooting at each other and exploding.

But one of the two men and one woman was completely at a disadvantage by the other two monks. However, this was not because the monks opposite had more powerful magic than them, but because two monks, one tall and one short, actually drove hundreds of giant moths to surround the two men and one woman.

These terrifying giant moths the size of palms must have sprayed out colorful poisonous powder when they waved their wings. The three people on the opposite side spent most of their energy casting spells to protect themselves from the wind and rain. Coupled with the two male cultivators' magic weapons, the three men and women were unable to deal with it and were naturally defeated.

However, from Han Li's perspective, although the three men and women were at a disadvantage, it would not be possible to determine the winner in an instant.

And based on the cultivation level of these people, apart from the poisonous moths and the silver giant pen and golden scroll magic weapon offered by a scholar in brocade robes, which made Han Li look at it twice with interest, the fighting skills of other monks were naturally incomparable to Han Li. The Dharma vision has been established.

Although he didn't know what sect these monks belonged to, Han Li had no interest in meddling in their own business. Just when I was about to ignore it, I suddenly noticed a yellow maple leaf embroidered on the cuffs of the Confucian scholar.

"Yellow Maple Valley?" Han Li was stunned for a moment, a little surprised. Then his eyes glanced at the Confucian scholar's face, and his expression moved.

But after just a moment's delay, the two monks who had gained the upper hand in the battle finally discovered Han Li's escape light, which was within a hundred feet away.

The two monks who drove the poisonous moth were startled and hurriedly swept it away with their spiritual consciousness. As a result, their expressions changed drastically at the same time.

"I don't know which senior came here. The junior Yuling Sect disciples join the seniors." The two monks, tall and short, hurriedly collected the magic weapons and weapons, leaving only the poisonous moths still entangled with the three male and female monks, while he flew to the side. He cupped his fists and saluted Han Li from a distance.

"Yu Ling Sect! Are you two Demon Sect monks?" Upon hearing this, Han Li simply flew above them, stopped the escaping light, and revealed his own figure.

"You are Senior Han from the Luoyun Sect!" One of the tall monks blurted out as soon as he saw Han Li's true face clearly, and he actually recognized Han Li.

"Do you recognize me?" Han Li glanced at this person and said calmly.

"Junior once participated in the border battle and saw Senior Han display his magical powers." The Yuling Sect monk was greatly uneasy, but on the surface he replied more respectfully.

"It's good that you recognize me. Although I don't want to get involved in the affairs of you juniors. But I have some old friendships with Huang Maple Valley. If you collect those spirit insects, today's battle will end here." Han Li was not polite, his eyes were bright. After a flash, he said straight to the point.

Upon hearing Han Li's words, the two men looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other.

"What? Do you two fellow Taoists find it difficult?" Han Li's face darkened and his tone became a little unkind.

"Since it is the senior's order, the junior will naturally obey it." The tall monk was very clever. When he saw Han Li's expression, his heart suddenly "thumped" and he secretly said that he was confused. Now that this person has intervened in this matter. They still had room for hesitation, so they immediately agreed.

Then he winked at another monk, and the two of them made secrets in their hands, and hurriedly fired out a series of spells, and at the same time, they launched two spirit beast bags into the air.

The poisonous moths that were entangled with the three men and women suddenly dispersed and flew into the air, swarming into the spirit beast bag in the air.

The three male and female monks had naturally seen Han Li a long time ago, but they had just been attacked by the poisonous moth's poisonous powder and did not hear clearly the words of Han Li's conversation with his opponent. But now that he had escaped out of trouble inexplicably, he naturally knew that it must be related to Han Li, who had just broken into this place.

The three of them were overjoyed and immediately looked at each other and flew towards Han Li in a hurry.

But at this moment, the two Demonic Cultivators of the Yuling Sect did not know whether they were afraid of Han Li or did not want to stay with the three male and female monks. They cautiously said to Han Li:

"I wonder if the senior has anything else to tell the junior? The junior will definitely do his best."

"It's nothing. You two can leave." Han Li seemed to have guessed what they were thinking, and said calmly with a wave of his hand.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Upon hearing this, the two men, as if hearing the words of amnesty, gave Han Li a hasty salute, and immediately turned into two green lights and flew away into the distance.

At this time, three scholars in golden robes just flew over.

Seeing the Yuling Sect monks fleeing away, the three people naturally looked at each other in surprise. Then the middle-aged Confucian scholar headed by that stepped forward to salute and said with a respectful look:

"Thank you, senior, for your rescue. My brother and sister are very grateful. I wonder what your surname is, senior?" When the Confucian scholar saw that Han Li was so young, he was surprised, but he felt that Han Li's face was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. look.

"Are you a monk from Yellow Maple Valley?" Han Li did not answer the other party, but asked expressionlessly.

"Junior Huang Fenggu Chen Qiaotian. These are my sworn brothers and sisters. They are disciples of Huadaowu. Do you, senior, know Patriarch Linghu?" the Confucian scholar said cautiously. He saw that Han Li was not an expert from the Six Sects he knew, but he still helped him. Naturally, he felt that this senior in the Nascent Soul Stage might be a friend of the ancestor Linghu before helping him.

"Chen Qiaotian! Are you from the Chen family?" A strange look appeared on Han Li's face.

"The senior also knows about the junior's family?" The Confucian scholar was greatly surprised and stunned.

Han Li fell silent and looked at the Confucian scholar again. This made the three people on the opposite side feel a little uneasy.

"The Chen family is one of the three major immortal cultivating families in Yellow Maple Valley. How could I not know? What is your relationship with Chen Qiaoqian?" Han Li asked slowly after taking a breath.

"Senior, do you recognize my sister?" The Confucian scholar was stunned and said in surprise.

"Chen Qiaoqian is your sister?" Although Han Li had guessed a little bit, he still looked surprised when he heard what the other party said.

The Confucian scholar was even more confused, wondering what the relationship between the master in front of him and his sister was.

"Is Chen Qiaoqian okay?" Han Li looked uncertain for a long time, but finally asked slowly.

"My sister is not an alchemy monk. She contracted a strange disease and died more than a hundred years ago." Chen Qiaotian replied with a strange expression.

"died!"

When Han Li heard this, he murmured something in a low and inaudible voice. Chen Qiaoqian's beautiful face could not help but appear in his mind. And recalling the last scene where he and this woman expressed their feelings while traveling in the mountains with him, people couldn't help but froze in place, feeling a little demented.

"Senior, do you know my little sister?" Chen Qiaotian couldn't help but ask after seeing Han Li looking so weird.

"Of course I know you! When I saw your sister for the last time, I heard that she was going to get married. But then the devil invaded, so I don't know if her wedding will be held as scheduled." Han Li suppressed the faint sadness in his heart and calmly said said.