Chapter 593: Incoming Visitor

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Han Li glanced around. Seeing no one, he didn't hesitate, slapping his spiritual beast bag with one hand. A three-colored gold-devouring beetle silently flew out, then, under his strenuously summoned last shred of spiritual sense, the beetle shot towards the stone house with a "whoosh."

Then, the beetle flattened its body and squeezed through a tiny crack in the stone door.

Inside the house, it was quiet; not a sound could be heard.

Seeing this, Han Li sneered inwardly and walked back to his residence without looking back.

Just as Han Li turned a corner, a shrill scream suddenly came from the residence of the middle-aged man named Feng.

Han Li pursed his lips and continued walking back expressionlessly. However, a clamor of voices had already begun to rise from the distance.

Since he had made an enemy of the middle-aged man named Feng, he naturally wanted to resolve this problem cleanly and decisively while his spiritual power and divine sense were still active.

Otherwise, if that person held a grudge, he would always feel a bit uneasy.

Before he even returned to the house, the tiny bit of spiritual power brought by the spiritual qi had completely dissipated, and his divine sense could no longer leave his body.

Han Li gently shook his head, looked at his residence not far away, and strode towards it.

Walking into the house, Mei Ning lay on her side on the stone bed, breathing gently and regularly, having fallen asleep at some point.

Han Li was startled at first. Then, gazing at her sweet and enchanting sleeping face, he recalled their recent kiss, and his heart warmed slightly. But seeing her body slightly curled up as if feeling cold, he hesitated for a moment before picking up a large beast hide from a pile of items on the table and covering her with it.

The woman seemed to feel the warmth. Her slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and she subconsciously rolled the hide around herself, still deeply asleep.

Seeing this, Han Li couldn't help but chuckle.

This was understandable. Although the woman's physique was far superior to ordinary people, she was still a woman. The ordeal she had just gone through had left her utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

As a result, while waiting for Han Li, she unknowingly became overcome with drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.

After a smile, Han Li did not wake her. Instead, he looked at the pile of materials on the table, a glint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

After an unknown period, Mei Ning slowly woke up. Before she even opened her beautiful eyes, a faint voice reached her ears:

"If Fellow Daoist Mei has woken up, please get up. These two days won't be easy for us; there are still some preparations to make."

As soon as she understood the words, the woman's face flushed red as she sat up, and the beast hide on her body naturally slid down.

This made the woman pause in surprise. Then her bright eyes stared blankly at the source of the voice, a hint of complex emotion appearing on her face.

Han Li was sitting on a chair opposite her, organizing a rather large beast hide. Seeing her wake up, he smiled at her.

"I wonder, Miss Mei, are you skilled in needlework? I have some high-grade fire-attribute beast hides here. If possible, it would be best to make several leather garments from them to wear. This way, they would have a considerable protective effect against the Yin Wind."

"I can try, but I'll need needles and thread, and similar items."

Seeing that Han Li didn't mention yesterday's kiss at all, Mei Ning's embarrassment slightly receded, but for some reason, she felt an inexplicable sense of loss. Outwardly, however, she simply replied with a slight blush on her face:

"These beast hides are quite tough; only flying needle artifacts can barely pierce them. Then, just use these finer beast sinews to sew them up as best we can. After all, we're just trying to resist the Yin Wind; we can't be too particular." Han Li raised a hand and picked up a glowing blue long needle from the table, handing it over, appearing as if he had prepared it beforehand.

This needle was a top-tier flying needle artifact, incredibly sharp. Even Han Li himself had forgotten which unfortunate cultivator who died by his hand he had acquired it from. Now he just felt it could be useful, so he took it out of his storage bag along with the other items.

"I will do my best," Mei Ning said softly, biting her red lips.

Han Li nodded. Just as he was about to say something, footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by an old voice.

"Is Fellow Daoist Han present?"

"Who is it?" Han Li paused slightly, asking with some surprise.

But then he found the voice somewhat familiar. After a brief thought, it turned out to be the long-bearded old man's voice, which surprised him even more.

"Heh heh, Fellow Daoist and I had quite a pleasant conversation on the stone platform yesterday!" A hearty laugh came from outside, confirming it was indeed the cultivator who called himself Wulong Hai.

Since the other party said so, Han Li naturally wouldn't refuse to see them. He was also somewhat curious about their sudden visit, so he got up, took a few steps, and pulled open the door.

Outside the house stood the smiling long-bearded old man, and behind him were two other old men: one with a red face and white beard, and one hunchbacked and eerie.

"Please come in, three of you!" Without asking their purpose first, Han Li generously invited them directly inside.

"This must be Fellow Daoist Mei!" As soon as the three saw Mei Ning in the house, they showed a hint of admiration, but then their expressions returned to normal, and they bowed respectfully.

Mei Ning curtsied in return, then naturally stood beside Han Li without saying much, appearing to defer to him. This made the three old men exchange a thoughtful glance.

Once the three sat down on the chairs, Han Li looked at the other two and slowly asked:

"And these two are also..."

"Fellow Daoist Han, you guessed correctly. These two are fellow cultivators from the Great Jin State: Fellow Daoist Yun from the Heavenly Talisman Sect, and Fellow Daoist Jin from the Four Seas True Institute," the long-bearded old man introduced.

Han Li nodded in acknowledgment. The two also carefully observed Han Li for a few moments and responded with polite smiles.

"Three fellow Daoists, coming here together, do you have something important to discuss?" Han Li asked, his expression unchanged.

Hearing Han Li's words, the three subconsciously exchanged glances. A moment later, the long-bearded old man cleared his throat and spoke meaningfully:

"Fellow Daoist Han, do you know that Elder Feng, the martial arts instructor of this village, was suddenly bitten to death by an unknown strange insect yesterday? I heard this strange insect bit through his throat while he was asleep, and he died a very miserable death."

"Oh! Such a thing happened. I wonder what kind of strange insect could be so powerful!" Han Li's expression remained unchanged as he spoke indifferently. This made the three opposite him inwardly wonder, unable to determine if it truly had anything to do with Han Li.

"That's not entirely clear, because by the time others heard the noise and arrived, Elder Feng had already breathed his last. Only a few villagers saw a flying insect emerge from his wound. Although they struck the insect several times with weapons, it was exceptionally hard and flew away unharmed. Because it was covered in blood, no one saw its exact appearance clearly," the long-bearded old man asked slowly, staring at Han Li without blinking. The other two also watched Han Li with solemn expressions, remaining silent.

"What, do the three of you think I did it? Have you come here to accuse me?" Han Li's expression remained unchanged as he leaned back lazily and spoke.

"How could that be! The three of us absolutely believe Fellow Daoist Han didn't do it. Even if you did, we would be overjoyed. That mortal named Feng, relying on his martial arts, has always been disrespectful to us. It's good that he's dead," the old man said, his face changing slightly as he chuckled.

Hearing this, Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at them, without immediately replying.

The long-bearded old man's eyes flickered, then he probed again:

"However, we heard that yesterday, Elder Feng seemed to have visited your house, and then left dejected. And when we examined his body today, we found that his arm was broken. It seems, Brother Han, that although your spiritual power is lost, you still possess formidable means!"

Hearing the other party say this, Han Li raised an eyebrow.

It seemed these individuals had some influence in the village, as they even knew about the middle-aged man named Feng entering his house yesterday and then being frustrated.

"Is this visit by the three of you solely about this matter? If you have something to say, please speak plainly; I have no interest in beating around the bush." Han Li remained silent for a moment, then his voice turned cold.

"This..." The long-bearded old man and the others, hearing Han Li speak so frankly, couldn't help but exchange glances, all with hesitant expressions.

"If you don't wish to speak, I won't force you. Please leave, fellow Daoists," Han Li said with an impatient expression, unwilling to prolong the conversation.

Perhaps Han Li's words finally made the other party make a decision, as the hunchbacked, eerie old man suddenly spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Han, are you interested in ruling this village with us?"

"What do you mean?" Han Li frowned upon hearing this, but he had actually faintly guessed their intention.

"Since we are all cultivators, I'll be frank. I'm sure Fellow Daoist has met some of the village elders. Aside from the Grand Elder, who arrived earlier than us and thus controls the village's power, the rest of us cultivators have the same status as ordinary mortals here, living hand-to-mouth, and even being forced to risk our lives hunting Yin Beasts. Conversely, the Yin Nether Beast Crystals, which are our only means of casting spells, are controlled by a few mortals. They treat us like thieves. It's an utter humiliation for us. Given this, we cultivators should simply unite and seize complete control of the village. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Han?" The long-bearded old man, seeing that his companion had already revealed some information, decided to stop hiding their true intentions and spoke openly.

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