"That goes without saying. I have no interest in knowing about other matters either. Then the deal is done. This place is a bit conspicuous—follow me somewhere else to cast the spell." A faint smile appeared on Han Li's face. Without waiting for the other party's agreement, he swept his sleeve across the young man's face.
A wave of azure light surged out and shrouded Feng Yue's head directly. The young man immediately went limp and toppled over, but the azure light caught him at the waist and gently lifted him into the air.
Although Han Li's cultivation was sealed, his mastery of magical power techniques remained at the peak of perfection, far beyond what a Foundation Establishment cultivator could hope to match.
At this moment, the dark cloud formed by his Second Nascent Soul also shot out from the nearby woods. After a brief flicker, it reverted to its infant form and floated before Han Li. One small hand still gripped the three-edged spike, while the other held the eagle-eyed elder's Primordial Spirit.
"Keeping it is useless. Destroy it," Han Li said emotionlessly after a glance at the elder's Primordial Spirit.
Upon hearing this, the Second Nascent Soul broke into a mischievous grin, and dark green flames suddenly erupted from its tightly clenched fist.
The green sphere of light shuddered once, then silently dissolved into a wisp of bluish smoke within the flames.
At the same time, Han Li flicked his finger, and a ball of fire the size of an egg struck the eagle-eyed elder's remains.
Flames soared into the sky, and the eagle-eyed elder was utterly annihilated—body and soul—from this world.
Afterward, Han Li waved his hand toward the ground, and a storage pouch along with the small crimson sword both flew into his grasp.
Once he had cleaned up the more obvious traces, Han Li picked up Feng Yue and rode his flying sword into the sky, heading back toward the pile of scattered rocks where he had been meditating.
Until his cultivation was unsealed, he could only be as cautious as possible.
But speaking of which, the current Han Li was rather frustrated.
Although his spiritual sense was incomparably powerful, comparable to that of a late Nascent Soul cultivator, under normal circumstances he didn't dare extend it too far. Instead, he had to proactively suppress most of it. Otherwise, if one of the Tu people's Great Immortal Masters—or some other Tu cultivator who specialized in secret spiritual sense techniques—detected him and came searching, that would truly be a dead end.
But if he confined his spiritual sense to his immediate surroundings, a high-level Tu cultivator could approach without his knowing.
That was exactly how he had been discovered while nurturing the Gold Devouring Beetles in the middle of the grasslands. Part of it had been due to a moment of laxity and carelessness. But more than that, it was because he had restricted his spiritual sense to a small radius. As a result, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator pursuing a demonic beast had flown in at a speed that seemed no less impressive than that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator—covering over twenty li in the blink of an eye. Even after Han Li detected the pursuit, he didn't have time to recall the beetles and flee, and so he had suffered that undeserved calamity.
Yet across the vast Tianlan Grasslands, he had happened to run into a mid-stage Nascent Soul Tu immortal master who excelled in flight techniques. He couldn't tell whether it was the other party's terrible luck or his own even worse fortune!
He was certain that if either side had known even a little about the other's abilities, neither would have engaged.
Whenever he thought about this, Han Li couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation.
Now, while his own cultivation had been sealed by the backlash of killing intent, the other party had managed to escape with only one-seventh of his Nascent Soul using that peculiar technique, and his cultivation would surely suffer severe losses. Who knew how many years it would take before he could fully recover.
For some reason, Han Li found himself thinking about this again as he drifted through the air. After a sigh, he arrived above the pile of scattered rocks and descended calmly.
...
A day later, Han Li returned to the camp as promised. The tents here had noticeably thinned compared to two days prior—it seemed some tribes had finished resting and departed one after another.
But when Han Li returned to the Heron tribe's camp, Ying Lu and the others had already made their preparations and had the carriages ready. They were simply waiting for Han Li, the immortal master, to return.
Upon seeing Han Li, Ying Lu was naturally overjoyed and hurriedly invited him aboard the carriage. Then the caravan set out, heading straight for the exit on the far side of the camp.
Han Li sat in his original carriage and gently closed his eyes, intending to rest his mind for a bit.
But what he didn't expect was that shortly after the carriage passed through the gate, it came to a sudden halt with a creak.
Han Li frowned and opened his eyes, but rather than lifting the carriage curtain, he simply extended his spiritual sense outward slightly, keeping watch over the surroundings.