Published: August 16, 2025
Chapter 181: Colorful Moths and a Deadly Fight
“Hmph! Wishful thinking!”
“Don’t even bother using your brain! It’s already a huge stroke of luck that we two senior brothers managed to teleport to the same spot. At least our chances of survival are much better than the others. If we’re lucky enough to kill that person, it’s just a fluke. Does he really think he’s so capable that he can play such a foolish waiting-for-the-rabbit-at-the-tree trick? Isn’t he afraid of running into a fierce opponent who could crush our teeth and end our lives? Besides, in a place like this, who do you think would show up? It’s best to hurry to the center of the Forbidden Zone and fish in troubled waters—that’s the smart move!”
The elder disciple from Spiritual Beast Mountain was clearly much stronger and more cunning than his younger companion. As he lectured the other, he kept vigilantly scanning the dense forest around them.
Seeing this, Han Li became even more cautious. He raised his qi suppression technique to its limit, completely concealing his aura without revealing the slightest trace. As for the foolish idea of “one against two,” Han Li never entertained it and would never be foolish enough to attempt it.
Among these two, one had magical power at the tier 12 primary stage, and the other was tier 12 advanced. If they joined forces, Han Li would have little chance of winning—he certainly didn’t possess the mighty divine ability to fight off hundreds alone.
Therefore, Han Li could only watch helplessly as they pulled up the last cold smoke herbs by the poolside, then set fire to the bodies of the Sky Gate Fortress disciples until nothing remained. Finally, the two placed a cold ice toad into a red leather bag and disappeared into the dense forest opposite.
After they left, Han Li didn’t immediately get up. After some time, he shook the fallen leaves off his body, stood upright, and thoughtfully observed the direction they had vanished into.
It seemed there were many who thought like him.
No wonder. Since those daring to participate in the Blood Trial were here, how many wouldn’t have their eyes on the heaven and earth spirit medicines in the central area? A fierce battle was inevitable! After all, the spirit medicines that appeared and matured each time were extremely limited—not nearly enough to share with any sect.
Han Li’s face darkened as he stood there for a while, bitterly thinking.
He had witnessed with his own eyes that the Blue-Clothed Man, so cautious and careful, not any less so than himself, had disappeared without a trace from the world. And how many similar incidents had played out in the corners of the Forbidden Zone? This seriously shook Han Li’s confidence in achieving his goal!
He really didn’t know whether this trip to the Forbidden Zone was right or wrong. Perhaps, if he had just taken those two foundation establishment pills, he could have successfully established foundation without risking such peril.
Han Li thought in discouragement, faintly entertaining the idea of giving up. It was easy to say with words, but when the shadow of death truly loomed over one’s heart, anxiety was inevitable.
Several hours later, Han Li set off from the spot, heading toward the center of the Forbidden Zone.
After some consideration, his rationality regained dominance. He realized those earlier doubts were just excuses for his cowardice. So, he mustered his spirit and resumed his journey.
Han Li did not follow the two from Spiritual Beast Mountain but took a slightly longer detour, circumventing their path. Although their route was the shortest and fastest, Han Li was not worried they would detect him by their own ability, but he greatly feared their strange beast driving technique. He wasn’t sure if they had some special method to detect someone tailing them by other means, so it was better to keep a respectful distance.
He knew that long ago, with just a small, semi-domesticated cloudwing bird, he was able to track and monitor certain individuals from afar. The beast-driving techniques of Spiritual Beast Mountain were surely even more subtle and mysterious. After all, they were immortal cultivators; their methods could not be compared to those of common people.