A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 537: Intimidating the Crowd of Cultivators

Han Li showed no expression as he motioned with one hand, and the twelve small swords instantly merged back into one. A flash of white light followed, and the sword disappeared back into his sleeve, leaving no trace.

“Now, you can calm down,” Han Li said calmly, lowering his hand.

His previous strike hadn’t killed the opponent but had severely injured him, rendering him unable to continue fighting for the moment.

After a brief pause, Yun Tianxiao struggled to stand up again. Covered in blood, his gaze toward Han Li was filled with fear.

“Fine, my skill is inferior to yours! Wen Siyue, Senior Li, you may take her away. But let me warn you first: a senior cultivator has already set his sights on this woman, intending to use her as a Furnace Vessel. If you take her, don’t be surprised if trouble follows,” Yun Tianxiao said, his face pale. Then he pulled out several talismans, slapped them onto his body, and with a flash of green light, his wounds vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Furnace Vessel?” Upon hearing this, Han Li finally understood why Wen Siyue had been so desperate to leave.

However, the hidden meaning in Yun Tianxiao’s words caused Han Li’s expression to suddenly turn cold.

“There are others interested in her? That’s no problem. I will definitely take her away. You’d better watch your words, fellow cultivator, or if I’m in a bad mood, I might just wipe everyone here out,” Han Li said evenly, then casually glanced around.

His words were not mere threats.

If there weren’t so many core formation stage cultivators present, he would have been confident in wiping them all out without leaving any behind.

Otherwise, he truly would have acted and killed everyone here to end it all in one go.

Even so, the ruthless tone in his words was enough to drastically change the expressions of the cultivators present.

If his earlier strike had caused suspicion and fear, his current attitude made most of them suspect that Han Li was an old nascent soul stage cultivator.

They couldn’t help but either look uneasy or lower their heads, with no one daring to look Han Li in the eye anymore.

Yun Tianxiao naturally also considered this possibility. Thinking that Han Li was only at the early core formation stage but had nearly killed him—a mid foundation formation stage cultivator—with one blow, and was still seeking the lair of an eighth-level demonic beast, he felt bitter and silently lamented his misfortune.

Wen Siyue, cradled within Han Li’s arms, opened her beautiful eyes wide, equally stunned by the scene before her.

She would rather die than be used as a Furnace Vessel, which was why she had risked her life to fight earlier.

But she never imagined that this Senior Li would have such terrifying cultivation base, suppressing all the cultivators present by himself.

Yun Tianxiao, who had been extremely feared before, was now gravely injured, and Madam Fan’s face was full of panic as she remained silent.

All this left Wen Siyue both shocked and pleased, as if dreaming.

Seeing everyone else cautious and silent, Han Li sneered coldly and made a beckoning gesture.

The copper piece belonging to the dark-skinned cultivator suddenly floated up by itself and, with a “whoosh,” shot into Han Li’s palm.

Han Li inspected it without hesitation.

The dark-skinned cultivator’s expression shifted slightly, lips moving as if to say something but ultimately holding back his dissatisfaction.

Since this person had nearly been killed by Han Li, who was roughly on par with Yun Tianxiao’s cultivation base, he naturally was no match for Han Li. But his face certainly was not pleasant.

“I want this,” Han Li said, setting the copper piece down. “How many spirit stones does it cost?”

“Se-seven… no, five thousand spirit stones!” the dark-skinned cultivator replied, somewhat surprised and speaking instinctively.

Han Li took out a Level 5 demonic beast core and accurately placed it in front of the man.