Published: August 16, 2025
Chapter 142: Ambush
Han Li knew nothing about the Qin Family’s affairs, but that did not diminish his overwhelming excitement! He paced back and forth inside the room, holding the ascension command token in his hand, fidgeting with it endlessly. The more he looked at the token, the more pleasing it seemed to his eyes.
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn out, Han Li finally calmed down. He stifled the excitement in his heart and began to consider his future plans and the feasibility of going to Yellow Maple Valley to find a master.
After a restless night, the Tainan Gathering finally came to an end. Starting from the next morning, many immortal cultivators began leaving the valley, and the number of people inside the valley suddenly dropped by nearly half.
By afternoon, several older and more experienced experts appeared in the square. After saying some encouraging and praising words, they officially announced the conclusion of the Tainan Meeting, with True Immortal Qingyan among them.
Immediately, the remaining immortal cultivators either left in small groups or flew off alone like solitary geese. At this time, the Green-Patterned Taoist and a few others approached Han Li and once again invited him to accompany them.
Han Li was silent for a moment before shaking his head to refuse the invitation from Green-Patterned Taoist and the others. This greatly displeased Wu Nine Fingers and the Mo brothers, and even the Green-Patterned Taoist’s expression darkened somewhat.
“Since Brother Han is unwilling to travel with us, Green-Patterned Taoist will not force you. Take care on your journey!” At last, Green-Patterned Taoist sighed with a hint of regret and spoke.
Then, he patted Han Li’s shoulder and left the valley together with the others.
Han Li did not notice that the moment the Green-Patterned Taoist patted his shoulder, he scattered some colorless and invisible powder from his sleeve onto Han Li’s clothes. The places where it landed showed no sign of anything unusual.
Just as Wu Nine Fingers and the others stepped out of the thick fog at the valley entrance, the Green-Patterned Taoist somehow slipped to the rear. Taking advantage of the others’ inattention, he revealed a sinister expression. Suddenly, he flicked his sleeve, sending a streak of fire shooting obliquely into a nearby bush. Then his face returned to normal, radiating righteousness as if nothing had just happened.
Han Li was unaware of the Green-Patterned Taoist’s actions, but out of habitual caution, he did not leave Tainan Valley immediately. Instead, he stayed inside the valley for one more night, and only at dawn did he quietly slip away unnoticed.
Once outside Tainan Valley, Han Li chose a direction and applied the wind riding technique on himself. With a gentle tap of his toes, he floated several dozen feet forward, his robes billowing as he gradually drifted away.
Not long after Han Li left, two men hurriedly arrived. In front of them, a green light orb the size of a thumb led the way. After circling the spot where Han Li had just paused, the orb flew off following the direction Han Li had taken, and the two men gave chase.
Han Li did not stop at all along the way, running over a hundred miles non-stop before finally pausing at a small hill. There, he sat down and ate some food to recover his energy and magical power.
Han Li had no idea that his series of unusual actions enraged the two pursuers behind him, causing them to curse bitterly!
It was understandable—who would get up before dawn to rush on the road? If they hadn’t tampered with Han Li beforehand, they might have lost him. Yet, even so, their plan to set a trap ahead and ambush Han Li was completely ruined!
What made the two men even more furious was that Han Li had run over a hundred miles without rest, leaving them choking on dust and nearly collapsing from exhaustion! After all, as immortal cultivators accustomed to a life of ease, they hadn’t experienced such a forced long-distance run on foot in a long time.