Chapter 911: 参王大会

Volume Six: Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasures

A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality VIP, Volume Six: Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasures.

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As the two were about to engage in battle, the others instinctively retreated a few steps, holding their breath and watching. For them, a fight between cultivators at such a high Qi Condensation stage was truly a rare sight.

However, for Han Li, dealing with a cultivator at this Qi Condensation stage held little interest. He simply stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly awaiting his opponent's move.

The middle-aged man named Ma Yulin was enraged by Han Li's nonchalant demeanor. Without a word, he raised a small fork, muttering incantations, while his other hand formed a spell seal. A moment later, the small fork vibrated slightly, emitted a faint spiritual glow, and then suddenly transformed into a streak of yellow light, shooting directly towards Han Li.

Han Li's expression remained unchanged. With no intention of using a spiritual tool, he calmly raised a hand, and over a dozen talismans simultaneously shot from his fingertips, instantly transforming into a string of fist-sized crimson fireballs that met the yellow light.

Seeing this, Ma Yulin sneered inwardly. His Yellow Wind Fork was a mid-grade spiritual tool personally bestowed by his sect; it couldn't possibly be blocked by a few small fireballs. Despite thinking so, he still didn't want a head-on collision, to avoid even the slightest damage to his spiritual tool. He immediately formed a spell seal with both hands, urging the yellow light to sharply swerve, creating an arc to bypass the fireballs and attack his opponent from the side.

Han Li smiled faintly and casually pointed into the air. The fireballs paused simultaneously, then gathered together in the sky, forming a cloud of fire as large as a carriage wheel. It immediately transformed, becoming a ten-foot-long fire python. With a flash of red light, the python swiftly shot out and coiled its body, trapping the yellow light, which was the transformed flying fork, within its embrace.

Ma Yulin was greatly alarmed. He hastily channeled all his spiritual power into the spiritual tool, trying to make the flying fork break free. However, the yellow light on the fork only blazed for a moment. Amidst the intertwining flashes, the fire python coiled tighter and tighter around it. Its spiritual light instantly dimmed, becoming dull and lifeless. A series of low hums even emanated from it—a clear premonition that the spiritual tool was about to be destroyed.

"Stop! Fellow Daoist, your magic power is immense. I, Ma, surrender!" The middle-aged man, realizing the dire situation and absolutely unwilling to part with his spiritual tool, quickly changed his expression and shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Han Li smiled faintly. He pointed a finger towards the sky, and the fire python coiled once, releasing the flying fork. Then, with a "bang," it burst apart, transforming into flickering embers and vanishing without a trace.

Han Li had effortlessly defeated such a highly cultivated opponent, filling the three women in the pavilion with both surprise and delight.

Meanwhile, the burly man opposite, Wu Xiaoyu, looked troubled and hesitantly murmured to his senior martial brother: "Senior Brother Ma, this is..."

"Forget it, Junior Brother Wu! As you saw, there's an expert present. I even used the Yellow Wind Fork, and I was no match at all. One can only say your nephew's fate was sealed." Ma Yulin curtly interrupted the burly man's words. He retrieved his spiritual tool and felt slightly relieved after checking that it wasn't damaged. However, he was filled with awe for Han Li's divine abilities and immediately decided he no longer wished to get involved in this mess.

Upon hearing his senior martial brother's words, Wu Xiaoyu was naturally unwilling, but since even his Senior Brother, a Qi Condensation Level 10 cultivator, was no match, he certainly stood no chance.

What followed needs no detailed explanation. The two displeased Sharp Spirit Sect disciples grudgingly left the mountain peak on their spiritual tools and descended.

Meanwhile, Cao Mengrong and the two other women gathered around Han Li, asking about the spell he had just performed. Han Li casually offered an excuse about practice making perfect, and then vaguely explained some minor control techniques for low-level spells, thus glossing over their inquiries.

However, the two women in Daoist attire then sincerely sought Han Li's advice on various difficulties and confusing points in their cultivation methods, and Han Li answered each question with effortless ease.

Time passed little by little. As dusk approached, the three women naturally felt it inappropriate to linger, so they reluctantly departed.

After a night passed, when the three women returned together, they found the thatched hut empty, with only a farewell letter left behind.

After reading the letter, Cao Mengrong couldn't help but stand stunned. For some reason, Han Li's sudden departure left her feeling empty and an indescribable discomfort in her heart. Her two senior martial sisters, at this moment, seemed to have discerned something as well, and they exchanged glances.

Some distance away, Han Li slowly flew on his spiritual tool while conversing with the Great Diviner in his divine sense.

"Han boy, do you really want to go to Jiangling Prefecture first and open the Feng family's secret cave?" asked the Great Diviner.

"Of course. The Five Ghosts Divine Lock's effect might wear off at any time, so I naturally need to find Buddhist cultivation methods to dispel the malevolent energy first. Otherwise, this matter would be like a maggot attached to bone; I wouldn't be able to peacefully restore my magic power," Han Li replied calmly.

"I advise you not to place too much hope on this. I don't really believe that a small family of Buddhist cultivators would truly possess high-level cultivation methods to dispel malevolent energy," the Great Diviner said flatly, as if deliberately trying to pour cold water on Han Li.

"I naturally know this. However, the Feng family's secret cave is the easiest matter to handle. If I can find it, that's best. If not, then I'll have to go to those famous Buddhist monasteries. But with my current cultivation level, the difficulty would be extraordinary," Han Li said slowly, frowning.

"Hmph! After your cultivation greatly dropped, many simple matters have become difficult. If you still had your Mid Nascent Soul stage cultivation, you could go directly to the Buddhist Sect; those bald monks might just show a Nascent Soul cultivator like you some respect," the Great Diviner grumbled.

Hearing this, Han Li could only shake his head and give a bitter smile. The Buddhist Sect was said to be a very exclusive Buddhist denomination. Even if he still had his Mid Nascent Soul cultivation, why would the Buddhist Sect easily leak its high-level cultivation methods to outsiders? If worst came to worst, he would have to find a way to infiltrate the Buddhist Sect and see if he could steal a copy. However, the thought of having to undergo tonsure and ordination to infiltrate the Buddhist Sect left Han Li somewhat speechless. Perhaps it would be easier to seek a method to dispel the malevolent energy from the Confucian Sect, Han Li couldn't help but think in his frustration.

Guanning Prefecture was located at the westernmost end of Liaozhou, not an ordinary distance from Wuyuan Prefecture. Han Li flew on his spiritual tool for over ten days before finally entering the territory of Guanning Prefecture. Along the way, Han Li didn't encounter any high-level immortal cultivators. Only a few Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment cultivators were occasionally seen flying on their spiritual tools from a distance. Han Li ignored them and kept his distance, focusing solely on his journey.

After flying for a few more days, ordinary people on the ground became increasingly sparse, and the scenery began to turn desolate, as if he had arrived in a remote, poor region. However, two days later, Han Li finally landed his spiritual tool in a place called Suyun Town and slowly walked into the town along a dirt road.

This town was much cruder than other towns he had seen along the way. Not only was its area small, but it also had only three or four intersecting streets. Most of the houses were built with mud and wooden planks, appearing rather dirty and dilapidated. Han Li walked along a dirt road in the small town, his brows slightly furrowed, occasionally scanning left and right.

The weather at this time was exceptionally cold, yet Han Li was only clad in a scholar's robe, which anyone would find highly unusual. However, the ordinary people passing by, dressed in thick fur coats, paid no attention to this situation, none showing any surprise on their faces.

Han Li's face showed a thoughtful expression, just as he found things a bit strange, when suddenly his gaze shifted. Two white-robed figures, one tall and one short, walked towards him. These two were not old, appearing to be in their twenties, but the spiritual energy flowing around them indicated they were cultivators at Qi Condensation Level 7 or 8. The two of them glanced at Han Li, a hint of surprise appearing on their faces, and stopped when they were three or four *zhang* away from him.

The tall, slender young man suddenly bowed respectfully and asked: "May I ask for Senior's esteemed name? Are you here for the Ginseng King Convention?"

"Ginseng King Convention? I haven't heard of it. I only heard that there are many spiritual herbs nearby, so I came here to look for some spiritual medicines," Han Li said, startled inwardly, a clear look of surprise on his face.

"I see," the white-robed young man said with a look of realization. "The convention already started a day ago. If Senior were attending, you should have gone to Xueling Mountain by now. It seems Senior is truly just passing through this town."

"However, it doesn't matter. Senior can still make it if you join now. This convention is jointly hosted by our three great families of Jiangning. Not only will there be many spiritual medicines for sale, but also over a dozen centuries-old spiritual herbs and a thousand-year-old wild Ginseng King will be auctioned. The convention should still be less than halfway through. The final highlight auction hasn't even begun yet. This would be much more convenient than Senior searching for spiritual medicines all over the desolate mountains. There are also many rogue cultivators and small sects exchanging spiritual medicine materials at the convention, and our three great families won't charge any fees," the other shorter young man said somewhat ingratiatingly. This wasn't just because Han Li displayed Foundation Establishment cultivation, but also because he had more than one storage pouch and spirit beast pouch, which was enough to make the two of them not dare to slight him.

"Three great families? Could they be the Kong, Zhao, and Dong families?" Han Li's eyes flickered, and he asked with a hint of surprise.

"That's right. We are both disciples of the Kong family. We are specifically here to welcome seniors who have heard about the convention and rushed here. We originally thought no more guests would arrive by now and were just about to go attend the grand event ourselves. We didn't expect to run into Senior," the slender young man said with a smile.

"Has this town come under the direct jurisdiction of your Kong family? I noticed that the ordinary people here seem quite accustomed to us immortal cultivators, which is not common," Han Li asked suddenly, without directly answering their invitation, after glancing around.

"Senior indeed possesses discerning eyes. This town came under the joint ownership of our three families about five or six years ago. The residents of the town are also commoners who are distant relatives of our three families. Therefore, they have no fear of us immortal cultivators," the tall young man explained.

"Is that so? That presents a bit of a problem," Han Li mused for a moment, a look of difficulty appearing on his face.

"What's wrong, Senior? Do you have some other matter? Could you tell us two junior cultivators? Perhaps we can assist you!" the shorter young man said eagerly, his expression changing.