Published: September 5, 2025
Chapter 670: The Trade Fair
Gazing at the jade box in his hand for quite some time, Han Li sighed and slowly tucked the jade box into his storage pouch.
Then, with a flash of azure light in his palm, the pale green Jade Slip reappeared once again.
Should he take the risk to cultivate this secondary nascent soul? Or should he wait until he thoroughly comprehends the mysterious male nascent soul transformation great technique before making a decision?
After all, this matter carried significant risks and difficulties, so it was better to be cautious.
With this cautious decision in mind, Han Li immersed his spiritual awareness into the spell formation, entering a state of complete absorption once again.
The door of the seclusion chamber was tightly closed and did not open, while Silver Moon was in another nearby secret room, quietly cultivating with focused intent.
All other miscellaneous tasks within the secluded mansion were handled by several giant ape puppets.
Time flew by quickly; in the blink of an eye, spring passed and winter came, and over a year had gone by.
One day, near Letter Peak where Han Li’s secluded mansion was located, two long rainbows of azure and white light streaked through the sky from afar.
As the light faded, two figures appeared in front of the dense mist — two elders from the Luoyun Sect: a silver-haired elder and a middle-aged man surnamed Lü with a pale yellow complexion.
Seeing the grand formation’s restrictions tightly sealed, the two exchanged a knowing smile.
The middle-aged man, LĂĽ, flicked his finger, and a prepared message talisman shot out, turning into a streak of fire that vanished inside the formation without a trace. Then he turned to the silver-haired elder, smiling:
“It seems Brother Han hasn’t left his seclusion since the last time he returned. He really is devoted to his cultivation.”
“That’s perfectly normal. Otherwise, Brother Han wouldn’t have formed his nascent soul successfully at just over two hundred years old. Unfortunately, my lifespan is coming to an end; I won’t be able to advance much further on the path of immortal cultivation. And I suppose your chances aren’t great either,” Elder Cheng said with a trace of melancholy on his face.
“Brother, you jest. At your age, living another hundred or two hundred years is definitely possible,” Lü said hurriedly, trying to reassure him.
“Heh heh, Brother Lü! Don’t you know my situation better than anyone? Maybe before I got injured last time, living another hundred or two hundred years would have been no problem. But now, although my wounds have largely healed, the vital energy I lost cannot be replenished by mere meditation,” the silver-haired elder shook his head calmly.
“Brother!” Lü’s expression changed at this, about to say more.
But the elder waved his hand to stop him and continued:
“Even if I never engage in magical battles again, I can only hold on for another fifty or sixty years at most. There’s no need to comfort me about this; it’s indisputable. Otherwise, why would I be so eager to recruit Brother Han into the Luoyun Sect and deliberately become close to him? Normally, even if we are eager to bring someone into the sect, we would carefully investigate their background first. But now, it’s finally proven my judgment correct — although this man’s background is somewhat complicated, he certainly doesn’t have ulterior motives against our Luoyun Sect.”
“Brother, did you really send disciples to investigate Brother Han’s background last time?” Lü was stunned upon hearing this.
“That’s right. Although Brother Han was vague about his origins, based on his name, appearance, and the fact he comes from Yue Country, a few of my disciples infiltrated Yue Country to discreetly inquire. They finally learned about his approximate background. You might find it hard to believe, but over a hundred years ago, our Brother Han was actually a foundation establishment stage cultivator from Yellow Maple Valley in Yue Country, and he was somewhat renowned at that time. It is said that during battles with the demonic path, he single-handedly slew numerous cultivators of the same rank. But when Yellow Maple Valley fell apart, that cunning old fox Linghu, for some reason, misjudged the situation and treated Brother Han as a discarded pawn. After that, Brother Han vanished without a trace, cultivating in hiding somewhere unknown until recently, when he suddenly reappeared with late foundation formation cultivation and even formed his nascent soul in our Luoyun Sect. It seems he must have encountered some significant opportunity during that blank period,” the elder said calmly.