Han Li's sudden exclamation startled Wen Siyue and her husband. Before they could ask what was going on, they saw Han Li raise a single finger, a flicker of spiritual light flashing at its tip, and gently tap the red mole on the girl's palm.
Immediately, a small wisp of azure light flickered and sank into the palm, vanishing without a trace.
Wen Siyue and the Tian cultivator were completely bewildered, but they dared not interrupt Han Li's work.
An incredible scene unfolded in the next instant!
After the azure light disappeared, the red mole turned an even deeper shade of crimson, then began to stretch and reshape itself. Bit by bit, it transformed into a blood-red dragon mark that surfaced across the girl's palm — vivid and lifelike, as though it were truly alive.
"So it really is the case," Han Li murmured, his gaze growing increasingly peculiar as he studied the young woman, Tian Qin'er.
"Senior Han, our daughter—?" Seeing this, Wen Siyue's heart clenched with worry, her face betraying her anxiety.
"There is nothing to worry about. I have simply found the reason why the poison in your daughter's body is so unusual. You mentioned earlier that she was stung by some unknown venomous insect and ended up in this condition," Han Li said after releasing a soft breath.
"That's correct. Our daughter's poisoning did indeed originate from that insect. But my husband and I tested the creature ourselves — its venom, while admittedly difficult to purge, is nothing like the intractable case our daughter suffers from," Wen Siyue replied hastily, a chill running through her.
"Heh heh, that is to be expected. The venom was merely a trigger for your daughter's current symptoms. What truly threatens her life is the Dragon Cry Physique — a rare constitution normally found only in male cultivators. Combined with the fact that the insect's venom is almost certainly a substance of extreme yang, it produced the condition you see now. Even without the poisoning, her vital energy would have gradually withered away. She could never have lived past forty." Han Li pointed at the red dragon mark on the girl's palm and spoke in a calm, measured tone.
"The Dragon Cry Physique?! That's impossible — we examined our daughter thoroughly when she was born and found nothing abnormal!" Wen Siyue's face drained of all color in an instant.
"Your daughter's Dragon Cry Physique is exceedingly rare and is a latent constitution. Without an external catalyst or a spontaneous onset later in life, most people would indeed fail to detect it. Those who possess this physique can cultivate very quickly, but as their advancement accelerates, the yin and yang energies within their body gradually fall out of balance. Ultimately, before they can even reach Foundation Establishment, they will perish," Han Li said coolly.
"You're saying that even if the poison is completely purged, our daughter still won't be able to continue cultivating?!"
Wen Siyue panicked, and the Tian cultivator's expression turned equally grim.
"We can discuss everything else later. First, let me clear the poison from her body. Both of you step outside for a moment. I will call you back in when it is time," Han Li said, not bothering to address their concerns further as he issued his instructions in no uncertain terms.
"Yes!" The couple naturally dared not object and withdrew from the room.
Seeing this, the young woman's face showed a flicker of unease for the first time. But before Han Li even turned around, his sleeve swept out in a sudden motion.
Azure light shimmered, and the girl known as Tian Qin'er's vision blurred before she collapsed onto the bed, completely unconscious.
Only then did Han Li turn back, once again scrutinizing the girl carefully, as though trying to discern something from her very being.
"The same aura. The same female body yet possessing the Dragon Cry Physique. And knowledge of formation arrays... Is this truly mere coincidence, or do soul reincarnation and the preservation of spiritual awareness truly exist in this world?" After a long moment, Han Li let out a soft sigh and muttered a few words under his breath.
Then he pressed his palms together and separated them, and over a dozen needles as fine as silk threads suddenly appeared between his fingers, glinting with silver light.
With a wave of his hand, a series of soft sounds rang out — "pfft, pfft" — as the silver needles shot forward. Every single one struck the girl's body at precise points, flashing once before sinking in and disappearing without a trace.
Immediately after, Han Li began forming hand seals, his ten fingers dancing in eerie, rapid succession. Incantation seals of varying colors shot from his fingertips, instantly weaving together into a five-colored net of light that enveloped the young woman beneath it…
Outside the wooden house was a small courtyard arranged like a sanheyuan. Wen Siyue and the Tian cultivator stood in the yard, their eyes drifting repeatedly toward the tightly closed wooden door, worry flashing across their faces.
It was clear the two of them truly doted on their only daughter.
The four Foundation Establishment disciples stood nearby, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Inside the house, not a sound could be heard. The silence was absolute.
This only deepened the anxiety on the refined man's face!
Yet despite his unease, he did not dare attempt any voice transmission to Wen Siyue. He knew all too well how powerful the spiritual sense of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was — any secret communication would never escape Han Li's notice inside that room. If something he said happened to offend the man again, the consequences would be truly regrettable.
Just as the Tian cultivator's expression shifted between hope and despair, his mind burning with worry, a calm, indifferent voice suddenly reached his ears.
"Come in. It's done."