A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 38: Night Encounter with Spies

Walking through the pitch-dark dense forest, Han Li cautiously sharpened his senses. The mountain path, which was barely visible to ordinary people, was as clear to him as daylight.

His carefulness wasn’t due to fear of wild beasts in the forest, but rather a habitual instinct developed over time.

Ever since the Seven Mysteries Sect relocated to Rainbow Cloud Mountain, the already scarce wildlife in the forest had gradually been wiped out. Not only fierce beasts but even various venomous snakes in the wild had mostly become meals for the disciples.

Such cautious vigilance—always keeping his ears keen and eyes sharp in unfamiliar environments—was not something Han Li was born with. Rather, after escaping from Doctor Mo last time and after careful thought, he had purposely cultivated this habit. This good practice would help him avoid many accidents in future missions and reduce danger to the minimum.

The mountain wind seemed to grow stronger, blowing with a continuous “woo-woo” sound that sent chills down one’s spine.

From afar, Han Li sensed he was nearing the edge of the forest.

He exhaled softly. Walking alone in this pitch-black forest was indeed quite oppressive.

Han Li quickened his pace, taking bigger steps than before, seemingly eager to get out of this patch of woods as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a fierce gust of mountain wind blew directly at him.

After the wind passed, Han Li abruptly stopped. He seemed to notice something unusual. Furrowing his brows, he tilted his head and cupped his ear to listen.

After a moment, Han Li’s expression gradually grew serious. Faint footsteps reached his ears. Although the footsteps were light and far away, two people were definitely approaching him, and they were getting closer.

With a light flicker of his body, Han Li nimbly and silently slipped into the dense forest beside the path like a wildcat.

He stopped behind a big tree about a dozen paces from the trail. Curling his body into a small ball, he hid behind the trunk. From the front, not a trace of him could be seen.

Having found a good hiding spot, Han Li felt a bit more at ease.

It wasn’t that he was overly sensitive. In such a remote place and at such a dark and windy night, two people coming here was highly unusual. Nine times out of ten, they must be up to something secretive and shady.

Han Li didn’t want to stumble upon someone’s private matter and trigger a deadly conflict, ending up being hunted down to be silenced.

However, if he was safe and unharmed, he was more than willing to eavesdrop on other people’s secrets. He wasn’t a rigid hypocrite; such a gift handed to him on a silver platter was not something he would refuse.

“… going down the mountain… arrange the… time… people… gang leader…”

The low voices came in broken whispers from a distance. The strong mountain wind scattered most of the words, but a few fragments still reached his ears.

Han Li was stunned. He hadn’t expected to overhear such a significant secret. Within hundreds of miles around, the only person who could be called gang leader was Golden Wolf Jia Tianlong, leader of the Wild Wolf Gang. Hearing such a major enemy of the Seven Mysteries Sect mentioned here was intriguing.

Jia Tianlong was a ruthless monster in the minds of the sect’s disciples. Rumor had it he was big and burly, with a green face and fangs, brutal in nature, eating human flesh raw and drinking blood three meals a day — a monstrous existence terrifying many young disciples.

However, according to Li Feiyu, the truth was quite different. Jia Tianlong was neither tall nor frightening. He was slender and handsome, only in his early thirties, the exact opposite of the rumors. But his iron-blooded nature and propensity for murder were just as real and terrifying — otherwise, how could he command the bandits who came from bandit backgrounds?

Han Li recalled these memories about Jia Tianlong and gasped inwardly. He curled up more tightly and slowed his breathing.