A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 253: Ghost Spirit Sect

As Han Li stepped onto the third floor, several waves of spiritual awareness immediately swept over him, making his heart tighten.

These people all seemed to have magical power at the mid foundation establishment stage, clearly much stronger than him, a cultivator at the early foundation establishment stage. During his four years of seclusion in the secluded mansion, his magical power had only just neared the mid foundation establishment stage, yet there was still a barrier he had yet to break through, which left Han Li somewhat regretful.

But thinking about it, this was quite normal. After all, reaching near mid foundation establishment in just four years was already much faster than most cultivators. That final barrier after foundation establishment was his first bottleneck, and it couldn’t be broken simply by taking medicine; it mostly required some kind of opportunity.

Otherwise, no matter how many medicines he consumed, they would only deepen his magical power without allowing him to easily cross this realm.

While pondering this, Han Li casually scanned everything on the upper floor.

Everyone on the third floor was a cultivator beyond foundation establishment. But it was obvious that these cultivators were split into two groups: one group wore the familiar attire of the seven great sects, while the other group’s clothing was chaotic and varied, composed entirely of cultivators from other countries.

There were only five cultivators from the seven great sects, but they sat together at one table, whispering to each other in a close-knit manner. The cultivators from other countries, although numbering seven or eight, mostly sat one or two per table, coldly sipping their tea without any chatting or discussion.

This stark contrast of motion and stillness made Han Li feel an atmosphere of confrontation and hostility.

His arrival naturally drew the attention of the other cultivators. Apart from the few who had initially scanned him, the rest also looked over. Han Li, without hesitation, walked toward the table of the seven great sect cultivators, after all, he should belong among them.

Han Li’s presence caused the other cultivators to withdraw their gazes and ignore him. The five from the seven great sects all smiled and stood to greet him.

Han Li’s Yellow Maple Valley attire needed no introduction; these people naturally recognized it well.

“I am Han Li from Yellow Maple Valley. Greetings, senior brothers and senior sisters!” Han Li lowered his posture respectfully. Among the five in front of him, three looked to be at mid foundation establishment, while the other two were like him, at the early foundation establishment stage.

“Junior brother Han! I am Wu Fazhi from Qingxu Sect, and this is junior brother Wuyouzi. The other three are martial junior brother Wu from Spiritual Beast Mountain, senior brother Ba from Great Sword Sect, and junior female disciple Fang from Sky Gate Fortress,” said the older of the two Taoists at the table politely, bowing in return and briefly introducing everyone present.

“Since junior brother has arrived, try the famous Snow Bell Tea from the Yan Family first! This teahouse only offers such premium tea to us outsiders!” The martial cultivator surnamed Wu from Spiritual Beast Mountain was a smiling middle-aged man. As soon as Han Li sat down, he immediately picked up the teapot on the table and poured Han Li a cup of white mist swirling spiritual tea.

Han Li nodded with a smile, then took a small sip.

Regardless of whether this person sincerely served him tea, the customary courtesy had to be observed.

“Good tea!” Han Li, not usually particular about tea, couldn’t help but praise it.

As soon as the tea touched his lips, a chill like ice and snow rose from his abdomen, followed by an incredibly fragrant taste in his mouth, leaving a deep aftertaste!

The cultivator Wu smiled even more broadly upon hearing this.

“Junior brother Han, your appearance is quite unfamiliar. Could you be the new outstanding disciple recently accepted by senior uncle from Yellow Maple Valley?” Junior female disciple Fang, a woman in her twenties with an ordinary appearance, asked openly.