A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 427: Mysterious Soul Demon Refining

Han Li quickly pulled out a blue talisman from his storage pouch and gently tapped it on the wound.

A flash of white light flickered, and the bleeding immediately ceased.

Han Li glanced sideways and, seeing that the wound was temporarily controlled, allowed himself to relax a little.

But when he turned back and stared at the "quhun," his gaze turned icy cold. He remained silent, but suddenly a towering azure light several dozen feet high burst out from his body, with nine strands of emerald radiance swirling and undulating within it, dazzlingly bright.

Han Li had already made up his mind: he would not leave this place alive without reclaiming several of his green bamboo bee cloud swords, just in case this ancient monster, who had lived for countless years, tried to ambush him again.

To be honest, since he started cultivating, this encounter had been the most heart-stopping.

If he had reacted even a bit slower, a hole would have immediately appeared in his heart.

If not for his spiritual awareness and agility far exceeding that of ordinary cultivators, he would have surely died from that sneak attack by the quhun.

The Blood Spirit Drill was truly insidiously vicious, making it impossible to guard against!

However, Han Li no longer needed to worry about the poison of the Blood Spirit Drill. Because the one just now was the last one the quhun had forged.

Yet Han Li still felt extremely frustrated!

According to the method of cultivating the external manifestation, he had clearly refined his divided spiritual awareness and the quhun’s physical body to the stage of perfect human-spirit union. How then could the old ghost opposite him control it without notice?

Not even a hint of warning from his spiritual awareness had time to reach him.

If he hadn’t been quick to react and hurriedly recalled that portion of his spiritual awareness, he might have been devoured by his opponent.

That would have been a real disaster.

However, the fact that the opponent could possess him also indicated that the green shadow was not truly human but a type of demon spirit akin to ghost mist and primordial spirit.

Possessing the quhun’s body might not be a bad thing after all; it could even provide Han Li with an opportunity to destroy him.

Thinking along these lines, Han Li flipped his palm, and a finely crafted small brass bell appeared in his hand. This was the Soul Guiding Bell that had been set aside for a long time.

The bell contained the essence blood of the quhun’s physical body. Although he didn’t expect to defeat the opponent with it alone, it could at least create some chance for him.

At this moment, the quhun opposite was moving its limbs as if adapting to this body.

Upon seeing Han Li’s action, it gave a cold, sinister laugh, looking utterly confident.

Han Li’s expression darkened at this and without hesitation struck the small bell.

With a series of clear, ringing sounds—“dang! dang!”—the quhun’s eyes flickered with red light several times, but its figure did not move an inch and showed no sign of discomfort.

Han Li’s heart sank.

“No matter what tricks you’ve used on this death core clone, since I’m now the master of this body, do you really think those minor restrictions will still work?” The quhun’s hoarse voice came slowly, full of mockery.

“You know about death core clones?” Han Li was moved and somewhat surprised.

“Heh heh! The death core and clone technique were originally passed down by me to two rebellious disciples. Do you think I wouldn’t recognize it? You’re bold to use clones in front of me! Don’t you know that for clones forged with this secret technique, I can easily control them? Didn’t your master warn you?” The quhun twisted its neck left and right, then crossed its arms and spoke indifferently.

Han Li was suspicious but his expression was strangely composed.

“What master? I obtained this clone method from a Jade Slip. I don’t know what relation that has to you,” Han Li said calmly, refusing to take the blame for the supreme patriarch of dark yin, regardless of whether the opponent’s words were true.