Published: September 5, 2025
Chapter 633: Return
When Han Li quietly returned to the quiet room, he found that all the disciples there were still sprawled around, unconscious, with no one coming to check on them.
Thinking about it, this was normal. At such a critical moment of their magical duel, how could they pay much attention to these lower disciples?
After all, no matter how good these disciples’ spiritual roots were, they were still just low-ranking disciples—not worth the trouble.
The white fox had transformed into his likeness, pretending to be unconscious in the original spot. But upon seeing Han Li return, it immediately reverted to its original form as the little fox and leapt into Han Li’s large sleeve.
“How did it go? You succeeded, right? No one has come here, so it seems you were just being overly cautious!” Silver Moon chuckled softly from inside the sleeve.
“Yeah, succeeded! But it’s better to be overly cautious than to reveal our identities,” Han Li said calmly.
“However, Brother Han, how do you plan to handle the fact that no one died? That might be tricky,” Silver Moon shifted the topic lightly, sounding a bit worried.
“How to handle it? Just tell the truth!” Han Li seemed not to care about the matter at all, speaking casually as if it were nothing.
“The truth?” Silver Moon was surprised.
“Just say I bought the illusion talismans at a high price, which saved my life. What’s so hard to explain about that? The path of illusions is naturally confusing; even cultivators with very high cultivation bases can be deceived temporarily without noticing,” Han Li said without hurry, apparently already having a plan in mind.
“Not bad, that’s actually a good excuse!” The white fox, surprised, smiled softly.
What followed was very simple.
After more than half a day, a yellow-robed cultivator entered the quiet room with a sullen expression.
Seeing the room filled with unconscious disciples, he sighed lightly, then formed hand seals and flicked his fingers gently. Seven or eight beams of white light shot out and flew into each cultivator’s body.
Clearly, the spell Du Dong used to knock everyone out was not some difficult secret technique. After a moment, the disciples gradually woke up. Seeing the yellow-robed cultivator and the absence of Du Dong, they naturally knew there was no danger and relaxed one by one.
Of course, when they saw Han Li unharmed and with them, they were all greatly startled. But Han Li then took out a self-made illusion talisman and lightly waved it before everyone’s eyes, using the prepared excuse to get by.
Indeed, very few people had deeply studied the path of illusions, so no one doubted him much. Even the yellow-robed cultivator only looked at Han Li a bit more curiously and did not ask further.
At that time, Sun Huo and the woman surnamed Mu heard this and showed a hint of suspicion on their faces.
After all, Du Dong’s initial harsh actions against Han Li left both of them somewhat stunned.
Han Li noticed their doubts but was not worried.
They had no evidence at all and could not just spread baseless rumors from some vague suspicions.
Moreover, Du Dong had attacked him viciously—it was not a gesture of friendship!
The refined liquid was gone, and the disheveled cultivator responsible for preparing the mingqing spirit water was nowhere to be found; his life and death unknown. Naturally, the plan to purify the Spirit Eye failed this time.
As a result, Daoists with the surname Fu and other upper-level members of the three sects hastily issued a magical artifact to each disciple as compensation and announced the end of the sword trial tournament, ordering the disciples to return to their respective sects.
However, the few core formation stage cultivators leading the group showed no intention of leaving with them.
The disciples saw these core formation cultivators with grave expressions, their faces full of anxiety. Especially the red-robed elders from Yunmeng Sect and others were deeply worried—it was obvious even to a fool that something serious had happened during their unconsciousness.