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A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 658: Spirit Spring of the Old Residence 🌊

Published: September 5, 2025

Chapter 655: The Spiritual Spring of the Old Residence

“Senior Uncle Liu, Senior Uncle Han!” The four cultivators in green robes were startled at the sight of the two women in white. Then, with respectful expressions, they bowed in unison.

“Forget it, no need for formalities. I and Junior Sister Liu overheard some of your earlier conversation. Tell us again— the more detailed, the better!” The woman with large eyes, pale and slender face, spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of mundane charm.

This woman was none other than Han Yunzhi, with whom Han Li had met several times in the past. Although her face was much the same as before, her figure was no longer the frail and thin one from earlier days. She had become voluptuous and alluring, a truly beautiful female cultivator. Her cultivation base had also advanced rapidly, now seemingly at the early foundation formation stage.

“Thank you, Senior Uncle Han. This junior respectfully obeys your command,” said the elder leading the four green-robed cultivators, speaking on behalf of the others with great reverence.

Han Yunzhi smiled and nodded, taking a few steps forward before casually choosing a clean spot to sit cross-legged.

“You all have committed quite serious offenses. If you really can’t retrieve the spiritual infant, I’m afraid even your master won’t be able to plead for you,” said another charming young woman, her brows arched like a willow and eyes like phoenix feathers, her tone teasing yet relaxed.

She was the same woman who spoke first and startled these disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect.

“The junior understands the gravity of the offense and admits no escape from punishment. But this time, some of us were truly wronged. We hope that the two senior uncles can say a good word to the grandmaster on our behalf,” said the elder with a bitter smile, a look of earnest pleading in his eyes.

“Oh! Then tell us everything at once. As for the one who sealed the spiritual infant, he is currently thousands of miles away. We won’t be able to catch up anytime soon, so there’s no rush,” the woman stretched her graceful figure and said with glistening red lips.

“Yes. It all started when Senior Uncle Ning and several of us were escorting the spiritual infant through Kunmu Mountain. At that time, Senior Uncle Ning used the excuse…” The elder respectfully and in detail recounted the spiritual infant’s escape, the sealing of the spiritual infant, and the complete annihilation of the Fu Family.

Han Yunzhi listened quietly, expression calm, as if she had already made up her mind.

However, the other woman surnamed Liu had flickering eyes, occasionally showing curiosity, evidently very interested in what the elder was saying.

…

Two days later.

Han Li appeared at the border between Yuanwu Country and Yue Country, a flash of azure light speedily entering Yue Country.

According to the information he had obtained, Yue Country was now completely dominated by the Ghost Spirit Sect, whose main headquarters occupied the former site of the Moon Veil Sect.

Meanwhile, the former location of Yellow Maple Valley in the Taiyue Mountain Range had only become a branch sect of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

After entering Yue Country, Han Li immediately headed straight for the Taiyue Mountain Range.

…

“Nothing has changed at all!” Han Li stood before a huge pile of rubble, his expression somewhat desolate.

That day, to prevent demonic path cultivators from discovering the secluded mansion, he had deliberately destroyed the entire mountain peak. Now, many years later, the place looked utterly desolate. No one would have guessed that beneath this massive pile of stones lay a hidden cultivator’s secluded mansion.

Han Li muttered to himself a few words, then raised his hand. A flash of white light appeared before him as several giant ape puppets were released.

Under his spiritual awareness control, the giant apes began quickly clearing the rubble.

“Clearing” was a simple term — the puppets’ ten fingers continuously shot out beams of various colored light, smashing the massive stones blocking the path and carving out a road leading to the mansion buried deep beneath.