A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 622: Ghostly Shadow and the Wailing Soul

“Senior brother’s words make sense. However, since this Du Dong has the Cold Moon Wheel, it’s not surprising he made it to the final round. But what about that Han Li? Could he also have a high-grade magical artifact?” the middle-aged man with the small mustache asked again.

“That’s not the case. Although we don’t know if this junior fellow Han possesses a high-grade magical artifact, he certainly was very generous in his moves,” the late foundation establishment stage man said with a wry smile.

“What do you mean? What does generosity in combat have to do with anything?” asked an old man with a waxy complexion, showing some interest.

“This junior fellow Han, in his first move, threw out more than thirty fireball talismans at once, breaking his opponent’s shield before the opponent could even summon a magical artifact. In the subsequent rounds, he used some secular martial skills and a clever technique to manipulate flames, combined with talismans, to barely defeat his opponents,” the man explained.

“Martial skills and techniques aside, that’s not unusual. Many come with special skills when joining a sect. But to use so many talismans at once—that definitely requires a lot of spirit stones. For us, it’s nothing, but for a qi refining stage disciple, it’s a bit extravagant. Have you investigated this disciple?” the white-bearded elder asked with a slightly darkened expression.

“Yes, we have. According to some lower-stage disciples who interacted with him, although he’s a rogue cultivator, he seems proficient in talisman crafting and has quite a background. That’s why he could lavishly use so many low-level talismans,” the young man respectfully replied.

“Oh, that makes sense. Looks like neither of these two has any problems. But since this Han knows some talisman crafting techniques, it might be more suitable to assign him to Huoyun Peak,” the white-bearded elder murmured as he relaxed.

“Senior brother Feng, that’s not right. We at Heaven Spring Peak also have disciples skilled in talisman crafting, and we can definitely take care of him. Senior brother Duan, you don’t really want to recruit him, do you?” the cultivator surnamed Xin smiled slightly and said.

“Haha! Having one more talisman-crafting disciple on Huoyun Peak doesn’t make a difference. We’re not snatching your disciples,” said the cultivator in the red robe, waving his hand casually.

The middle-aged cultivator surnamed Xin smiled but said nothing.

After chatting about some inner sect matters, the core formation stage cultivators all took their leave.

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Han Li had already returned to his secluded mansion on Little Stone Mountain. He stood outside the spiritual beast chamber with a rare serious expression, eyes flickering as he stared into the stone chamber inside.

Not long ago, he had just finished the last round of the selection match and was chatting with some Heaven Spring Peak disciples congratulating him on his victory when the Soul Resonance Orb inside his body suddenly began to heat up fiercely. Han Li was startled but quickly realized this meant the wailing soul beast inside the mansion had finally reached its final evolutionary stage and was calling for him.

Filled with excitement, Han Li didn’t linger with the Heaven Spring Peak disciples and quickly took his leave, returning immediately to his mansion.

But as soon as he stood outside the spiritual beast chamber, he was shocked by what he saw inside the stone chamber.

The chamber had somehow become dim and dark, ominous and terrifying. Black ghost energy swirled everywhere, and countless icy cold yin energies leaked out from the chamber.

The wailing soul beast was nowhere to be seen. In one corner of the chamber, however, sat a roughly one-meter-long oval-shaped cocoon, glossy and pitch black, with black thorn-like glimmers flowing and flickering on its surface, as if something was being nurtured inside.

Han Li didn’t need to guess—the wailing soul beast was inside that black cocoon.