Published: August 27, 2025
Chapter 337: Hidden Hand, Quhun
“I don’t want anyone from Spiritual Beast Mountain to know what happened tonight. You two father and son aren’t the type to blab, right?” Han Li suddenly looked up and said coldly to the Sect Master of the Five Colors Sect.
The old man’s heart skipped a beat, then he immediately put on a humble expression and repeatedly insisted that he wouldn’t dare to say a word.
Han Li silently stared at the Sect Master for a moment. When he saw cold sweat appear on the man's face, he finally smiled, then his body flickered and vanished without a trace from where he stood.
The old man was still shocked when suddenly he felt a light pat on his shoulder. His body stiffened instantly as he slowly turned his head around.
Sure enough, Han Li was standing calmly behind him.
“Immortal Master, do you have any instructions? I, this old man, will definitely obey,” the Sect Master of the Five Colors Sect said with a nervous forced smile.
“Nothing, I just wanted to greet you,” Han Li said with his usual calm expression.
“Greet me?”
The old man was stunned, somewhat unsure of Han Li’s intention. But then he recalled something and quickly checked his body by circulating his qi. Finding nothing abnormal, he finally relaxed.
At that moment, Han Li silently released his Divine Wind Boat and then, in a flash, stood on the magical artifact.
After casting a deep look at the old man and his son, Han Li sneered coldly, transformed into a white light, and shot up into the sky.
He left behind the confused old man and his son, and the complex expression of Mo Yuzhu.
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Han Li stood on the magical artifact, facing the wind, a faint sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Just now, the Sect Master of the Five Colors Sect had insisted he wouldn’t let anyone from Spiritual Beast Mountain know about Han Li’s visit, but Han Li had sensed some inconsistency in his expression, a hidden reluctance.
Since that was the case, Han Li naturally wouldn’t leave such a schemer harboring resentment against him in the shadows—even if the man was a mortal.
So, when he slipped behind him earlier and lightly slapped his shoulder, the seemingly casual pat was actually a covert move: Han Li secretly injected a “Heart Piercing Worm” into his body.
This worm was very peculiar—its body was as thin as a hair, almost invisible to the naked eye, detectable only by spiritual awareness. Once it entered the skin, it would cling closely to the blood vessels and slowly crawl toward the heart.
After one or two years, the person would gradually develop heart pain and insomnia. The symptoms would worsen over time, and after several months more, the person would suddenly die of heart pain. To any advanced-stage cultivator who examined the body beforehand, it would look like a normal death from myocardial infarction with no abnormalities detected.
So, after such a long time, no one would associate the death with Han Li’s slap tonight, easily cutting off any connection.
Han Li had obtained this strange worm from a killed demonic path disciple. At first, he didn’t know what it was, but after consulting experts, he learned of its origin and use. And now, it was perfectly applied to the Sect Master of the Five Colors Sect.
This way, he didn’t have to be the villain in front of Mo Yuzhu, and it also served as a disguised fulfillment of his promise to Mo Fengwu, Han Li thought with some pride.
Before this, even if the Sect Master really told Spiritual Beast Mountain about tonight’s event, Han Li wouldn’t care.
After all, he hadn’t harmed the father and son at all tonight, so he figured the people of Spiritual Beast Mountain wouldn’t bother him over such a minor matter. As for the Sect Master’s son, he seemed like a decent person—Han Li hoped Mo Yuzhu would have a good future with him.
With these thoughts, Han Li stepped onto the Divine Wind Boat and headed westward toward Jiayuan City.
He still needed to quickly deal with the abnormality in Quhun. Although he didn’t know exactly what had happened to Quhun, he couldn’t just ignore it.