Chapter 896: Haoyuan Pill

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With a flip of the bottle, a fiery red, almond-shaped pill dropped into his palm.

Looking at this spiritual medicine, refined from high-grade demonic cores years ago, Han Li's face showed a trace of regret.

This type of pill, originally intended to increase the spiritual power of Core Formation cultivators, was indeed a bit of a waste to use here.

If his magical power hadn't been sealed and Silvermoon hadn't been injured, he could have directly used the Soul-Searching Secret Art, avoiding all this trouble.

He gripped the blue-robed man's chin with one hand, then with an incredibly skillful flick of his wrist, cleverly dislocated the man's jaw, causing his mouth to gape open.

With a flick of his other hand, the pill, enveloped in a wisp of green mist, shot into the blue-robed man's mouth.

Han Li released his hands, reached to his waist with one hand, and a shimmering silver needle appeared between his fingers.

A cold gleam flashed as the silver needle transformed into several silver threads, piercing various points on the blue-robed man's body, completing the process in an instant. From the punctured spots, dark black poisonous blood shot out about a foot high, accompanied by a sickeningly foul stench.

Han Li stood up, his hands clasped behind his back, and waited quietly for the other man to awaken.

After a full fifteen minutes, and a large pool of poisonous blood had been drained from Feng Yue's body, a low groan finally escaped his lips, indicating he was about to awaken.

Han Li's gaze flickered. He raised both hands, flicking his fingers repeatedly. After a burst of strong wind, the still-flowing poisonous blood immediately ceased. [Something] shot diagonally into the nearby woods and disappeared.

"It's you..." The blue-robed man finally opened his eyes. He recognized Han Li standing before him, and a sound of surprise escaped his lips. He struggled to sit up.

"What? Are you surprised to see me?" Han Li glanced at Feng Yue and said blandly.

"Did fellow Daoist save me? Where is that old scoundrel, Feng Zhen?" Although the young man's voice was weak, it was still filled with vigilance.

"You mean the one in purple robes? He's over there on the ground!" Han Li casually glanced to the side and said nonchalantly.

Feng Yue's eyes shifted slightly. With difficulty, he craned his neck and finally saw the mangled remains of the purple-robed old man's corpse. His face first showed shock, then finally resentment. Then his gaze shifted back to Han Li, revealing an extremely strange expression.

"Did Brother Han also kill that old scoundrel? It seems Brother Han's divine abilities are truly unfathomable. This life-saving grace, I, Feng, will engrave in my heart and will surely repay handsomely in the future." Feng Yue asked somewhat tentatively. At the same time, he reached to his waist with one hand, pulled out a pill, and put it into his mouth. With his other hand, he braced himself on the ground, trying to stand up with effort.

However, he only managed to half-stand before his legs gave out, and he collapsed back to the ground.

"What's going on? Why do I have no strength at all?" Feng Yue, lying on the ground, his face suddenly turning pale, revealed a trace of panic.

"Repay handsomely in the future? It seems fellow Daoist doesn't yet know his own situation," Han Li said, his expression unchanged, rather than offering assistance.

"What do you mean by that? What's wrong with me now? Did you place a restriction on me?" The young man glared at Han Li, a look of shock and anger on his face.

"Place a restriction on you? You overestimate yourself. If I wanted to subdue you, why would I need a restriction? First, take a look at yourself." Han Li sneered, then with a flick of his hand, tossed a small object next to Feng Yue.

It was merely an ordinary small bronze mirror.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yue's face was filled with surprise and doubt. But seeing Han Li's completely expressionless face, he gritted his teeth, picked up the mirror, and glanced into it.

"Ah! What's going on? My face... this is poison gas! When did I get poisoned so deeply? Was that thing the old scoundrel used poisonous?" At first glance, Feng Yue was instantly scared out of his wits, unable to stop himself from shouting in a hoarse voice.

Then he hastily emptied his storage pouch onto the ground. After a flash of white light, a large pile of bottles and jars appeared.

He hurriedly found a few bottles and, without a second thought, frantically shoved pills into his mouth.

Han Li watched indifferently from the side, allowing the other man to take the pills himself, not saying a word.

After finishing the pills, Feng Yue didn't bother speaking further with Han Li. He immediately sat cross-legged on the spot, closing his eyes to circulate his qi, hoping to expel the poison using the medicinal power. However, after only a short while, he opened his eyes again, his face showing even deeper horror.

"How is this possible? So many sacred antidotes, and not a single one works! What kind of strange poison did I get?" He finally realized the potency of the virulent poison he had contracted, and became extremely anxious.

"Although I haven't seen it before, it should be the Bitter Poison, one of the Ten Absolute Poisons," Han Li then said unhurriedly.

"Bitter Poison? They actually used this poison against me! That old scoundrel really did betray me to the Kong family. Rumor has it the Kong family possesses this very poison!" Feng Yue's face instantly turned ashen, and he screamed uncontrollably.

"Kong family?" Han Li's eyebrows twitched slightly, but his expression immediately returned to normal.

"No, that's wrong. One should die instantly from Bitter Poison. How could I still be conscious?" The young man suddenly thought of this point, and somehow found the strength to flip over and sit up, questioning Han Li.

"Hmph. Don't be ungrateful. If there weren't some things I wanted to ask you, why would I have used the 'Haoyuan Pill' on you? The only reason you're temporarily alive is because of that item around your neck, which temporarily resisted the poison gas. Otherwise, with the poison attacking your heart, not even immortal pills or divine medicines could have made you conscious again." Han Li's face darkened as he spoke impolitely.

"You touched that item?" The young man heard Han Li mention the silver key and only then realized that the item he cherished as his life, which he had hidden, was now exposed on his chest. His heart instantly lurched, and he actually calmed down temporarily.

"I was also very curious why a Foundation Establishment cultivator didn't die immediately after being afflicted with Bitter Poison, so naturally, I had to investigate the reason. However, the Haoyuan Pill only temporarily suppresses the poison. After one day, the poison will attack your vital organs again. You are still doomed to die," Han Li said nonchalantly.

"Haoyuan Pill... I seem to have heard of it. Is it a very rare pill? If I continue to take this pill, can it keep suppressing the poison?" Feng Yue pondered for a moment, then asked somewhat nervously.

That the other party had heard of this pill surprised Han Li slightly. But he replied coldly:

"Continuing to take it can indeed temporarily preserve your life. But do you know what this pill is made from? It's not a detoxification pill at all; it's a spiritual pill for Core Formation cultivators to break through bottlenecks and advance their cultivation. It's simply priceless and unobtainable in the market."

Han Li didn't say anything further, but the implication of his words was extremely clear.

"A pill for Core Formation cultivators to advance their cultivation?" Even though Feng Yue had expected the pill to be exceptionally valuable, he was still speechless upon hearing this.

"However, if you truly want to live, there isn't no way," Han Li suddenly chuckled.

"What method? As long as it can save my life, I'll agree to any conditions, Brother Han!" The young man's spirits lifted, and he said excitedly.

"Heh heh! I don't need any repayment from you, just honestly answer a few questions for me later." Han Li chuckled casually, speaking neither warmly nor coldly.

"Alright, anything I, Feng, know, I will not conceal in the slightest," the young man said without hesitation.

Han Li smiled faintly, and noncommittally stated the method.

"The method is simple. Since you've been afflicted with Bitter Poison, this body is doomed. So, simply find another body. Many cultivators who were previously afflicted by the Ten Absolute Poisons escaped death by using the Soul Seizure method." Han Li stated the method calmly.

"Soul Seizure?" The young man was stunned, then let out a bitter laugh, much to Han Li's surprise.

"What, do you think this method won't work?" Han Li raised an eyebrow and asked, his face expressionless.

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Han. But while Soul Seizure might work for others, I, Feng, cannot use this method." Feng Yue hesitated, then spoke haltingly.

"Cannot use this method! Could it be that you already...?" Han Li thought of something and was somewhat surprised.

"To tell you the truth, fellow Daoist, I have already performed Soul Seizure once. This body is not my original one," Feng Yue said with a bitter smile.

"In that case, there's nothing more I can do. After all, the Ten Absolute Poisons are originally incurable," Han Li sighed, and with a gesture of resignation, said as the young man watched with hopeful eyes.

"Is there really no other way? Brother Han is widely experienced; please think a bit more," Feng Yue pleaded desperately, his face filled with panic upon hearing Han Li's words.

"No need to think further. If the Ten Absolute Poisons, which have been infamous in the cultivation world for so long, truly had a cure, they wouldn't be called the Ten Absolute Poisons," Han Li said, shaking his head.

"So, I only have one more day to live in this world," the young man stood frozen, his face drained of color.

"Exactly. Even if you continue to take the Haoyuan Pill to prolong your life for a few more days, once the pills run out, your death will come just as swiftly," Han Li said, looking at the young man before him without any expression.

"Brother Han, how many Haoyuan Pills do you have? Could you sell them all to me?" As if grasping at a last straw, Feng Yue snapped back to reality and stared intently at Han Li, asking.

"Oh? Fellow Daoist Feng really wants to buy my spiritual pill? This pill isn't unsellable. However, the quantity certainly won't be much. And you'll have to answer some of my questions first. It wouldn't be too late to discuss this matter then!" Han Li first furrowed his brows slightly, then said nonchalantly.

"What questions do you have? Feel free to ask. I'm in this state now; there's nothing I can't answer," Feng Yue said grimly.

"Good, that's best. First, tell me your identity. You're not a people from the Tu'wu tribe, are you? You're a cultivator from a Great Jin aristocratic family, aren't you?" Han Li asked bluntly.

"Since fellow Daoist has already guessed, why bother asking?" Feng Yue glanced at the jade pendant that had fallen nearby and the silver-white key on his chest, then said with a grimace.

It seemed Feng Yue thought Han Li had only just guessed after seeing these two items.

Han Li's lips twitched slightly, then he remained impassive.

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