A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 43: Everything is Ready

During this period, a major event also took place at the seven mysteries sect.

The new generation disciples' idol, Senior Brother Li, exceptionally sharp and alert, immediately uncovered the plot of two spies from the wild wolf gang who were trying to steal the mountain disciples' training roster. Together with over a dozen fellow disciples, he captured them alive, earning considerable merit.

A few days later, Sect Master Wang, in front of many disciples, officially appointed Li Feiyu as a protector of the sect, marking his formal entry into the middle ranks of the seven mysteries sect. This caused quite a stir, and Li Feiyu's reputation grew even more renowned.

Han Li, however, was completely unaware of this. He was inside his secluded wooden hut, undergoing special training. Except for occasionally stepping out to the kitchen for some food, he had had no contact with others for several days and naturally had no idea of his friend's current glory.

Summer passed into autumn; time flew by, and finally, the day before the appointed meeting arrived.

In the bramble thicket at the bottom of the ravine, a strange figure appeared and disappeared among the sharp, thorny branches. Those perilous spikes didn’t hinder him in the slightest. Like a wisp of smoke, he slipped ghost-like through the dense web of thorns, sometimes appearing nearby, sometimes emerging from afar, the entire process silent and ethereal, as if he were not flesh and blood but an invisible entity.

At last, the figure stopped on a tree trunk, standing upright on a branch, gazing into the distance—this was Han Li, who had made some progress in his cultivation.

At this moment, his clothes were tattered and torn, exposing the flesh beneath. His hair was messy and disheveled, and his face was streaked in black and white paint, masking his original appearance. Most surprising were the small iron bells hanging at his neck, waist, arms, thighs, and ankles.

Seeing these iron bells and recalling Han Li’s ghostlike movements in the forest, it was easy to understand how extraordinary his movement technique was.

He stood motionless, staring toward Divine Hand Valley, murmuring to himself:

“The timing is just right. I finally mastered the luo smoke step on the last day. With it, I have a better chance of protecting myself.”

Though his facial expression was unclear, the joy in his eyes was unmistakably evident.

After months of study and hard training, Han Li had mastered several secret techniques of considerable power. He was quite confident in them, believing that while they might not match Doctor Mo’s unfathomable skills, they were enough to defend himself.

A breeze blew, bringing a chill to him. He looked down at his “tattered clothes,” imagining his current appearance and couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Recalling the practice of the luo smoke step, he still felt lingering fear. Training movement techniques in a bramble thicket was truly life-threatening. At first, unfamiliar with the movements, he was inevitably cut all over by the hard thorns, bleeding profusely.

Fortunately, he still had the Essence-Nourishing Pill. Not only did it heal internal injuries, but it was also incredibly effective against external wounds. Taking one pill stopped the bleeding immediately and formed scabs. By the next day, even the scars disappeared completely.

Han Li marveled at this medicine for a long time. It was far stronger than ordinary wound medicine. He just didn’t understand why it was called the “Essence-Nourishing Pill” when names like “Scar-Removing” or “Bleeding-Stopping” seemed more appropriate.

If the master who created the Essence-Nourishing Pill knew Han Li’s thoughts, he would probably be so angry he’d spit blood. His carefully crafted holy medicine for healing, compared casually to common “wound medicine” used by unruly wandering gangs, how could he not be enraged!

However, precisely because Han Li trained in such a dangerous environment, he was able to awaken his full potential. In a short time, he had brought the luo smoke step to a usable stage.