“Yeah, Senior Brother Wu really has a great idea!” the elderly Ye’s eyes lit up, and he became excited.
Then he turned his head, looking expectantly at Zhong Lingdao and said, “Sect Master, could you let me meet the holder of the Ascension Order? I want to trade with him, getting him to voluntarily give up the Foundation Establishment Pill.”
Zhong Lingdao heard him, pondered for a moment, then nodded and agreed. But he again warned the old man not to use improper means to force a trade, before letting Junior Brother
The old man and Junior Brother Wang left the hall, immediately stepped on the leaf-shaped magic device, rose into the air, and flew toward the Guest Reception Hall of Huang Feng Valley.
In a room of the Huang Feng Valley Guest Reception Hall, a young man lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling—he was
Initially, after Han Li killed the two cultivators who had ambushed him, he proceeded without mishap to a secluded mountain ridge in Lan Prefecture, participated in the soon‑to‑be‑held Ascension Immortal Assembly, and personally witnessed the platform fights that were three times more brutal than what Miss Hu Ping had described.
After a life‑and‑death struggle, each platform finally decided its winner; then the emissaries of the seven great immortal sects finally appeared, and the emissary of Huang Feng Valley was none other than Junior Brother Wang.
After meeting Huang Feng Valley’s emissary, Han Li, after careful consideration, decided to take a risk and handed the Ascension Order to the emissary for inspection, leaving the latter greatly astonished.
The emissary then said he could bring Han Li back into the sect, but exactly how to handle him and this Ascension Order would have to be decided by the Sect Master, after all, the retrieval of the previous Ascension Order had already taken place four or five hundred years ago!
Han Li naturally had no objection; otherwise, just having him search for Huang Feng Valley’s mountain gate on his own would be enough trouble for him.
Thus, under the astonished gazes of the other cultivators, Han Li and the ten other victors boarded a huge magical artifact shaped like a small boat, and together they were brought back to Huang Feng Valley by the emissary Junior Brother Wang, who arranged for him to stay here and await a reply. As for the other ten, they were separated from him and no one knows where they were taken.
Han Li stayed here for three or four days, never stepping out of the room, except for an eleven‑ or twelve‑year‑old servant who brought meals on schedule; he saw no one else.
This was not because Han Li was obedient and honest; it was because the surnamed Wang emissary, after arranging his lodging and testing his attributes, clearly told him that, since he was not yet a disciple of Huang Feng Valley, the room had been sealed with some prohibitions; leaving would trigger them and he would be trapped by the prohibitions.
Hearing the Wang emissary say that, Han Li naturally would not seek trouble for himself, and besides, after learning that he possessed a false spiritual root with four attributes, his mood remained gloomy for a while.
Although Han Li had long known his cultivation aptitude was poor, hearing it still left him feeling dispirited for an entire day. It seemed that if he wanted to achieve anything on the path of immortality, he could only rely on external aids such as medicinal pills.
However, after his Eternal Spring Technique reached the ninth layer, he felt that the efficacy of the “Yellow Dragon Pill” and “Gold Marrow Pill” had markedly decreased, and they were no longer as helpful as before; therefore he needed to find several other spiritual medicine formulas to concoct pills truly suitable for cultivators, so as not to delay his cultivation progress.
Han Li was lost in thought when suddenly footsteps sounded outside the door, and not just one person’s. His spirit lifted—after waiting bitterly for many days, he had finally awaited the news he had been expecting.
“Young friend, are you accustomed to staying here?”
The door was gently pushed open, and the voice of the Wang emissary came from outside; he then entered from outside, followed by a red‑faced old man.
“Greetings, Immortal Master Wang!” Han Li immediately jumped up from the bed, bowed respectfully, knowing that more courtesy never hurts and that showing humility would only benefit him.”
“Who is this?” Han Li glanced at the old man, a hint of doubt in his voice.