Published: August 15, 2025
Chapter 68: Poisoning
As for the other spell, the "Heaven’s Eye Technique," Han Li had high expectations for it after witnessing the extraordinary "Fireball Technique."
But once he actually cast it, Han Li realized this spell was nothing more than a small trick that used magical power on the eyes. It was incredibly simple to master and posed no real difficulty.
Its function matched its simplicity: it was merely an auxiliary spell used to observe whether a body contained magical power and to measure the depth of that power.
At first, Han Li was quite interested in it. He kept casting the "Heaven’s Eye Technique" on his own eyes, then observing his body’s condition through the enhanced vision. He saw a faint white glow enveloping him, and the closer to his dantian—the energy center—the denser the white light appeared.
So this must be what they called magical power. Seeing this, Han Li instinctively reached out to touch the white glow, but felt nothing. It seemed magical power was like true qi—formless and intangible—and only perceptible under the "Heaven’s Eye Technique."
However, after using it several times, Han Li completely lost interest.
After all, within the entire Seven Mysteries Sect, he was basically the only cultivator of immortal arts. Who else could he use the "Heaven’s Eye Technique" on? He couldn’t very well spend all day narcissistically staring at himself!
So, besides continuing to intensify his practice of the "Fireball Technique," hoping to master it for real combat, he shifted his focus to several other spells he had yet to learn, beginning a slow process of repetitive practice and experimentation, hoping for a breakthrough.
Thinking about how difficult these other spell trainings were, Han Li sighed again as he recovered some of his strength. He noticed that since he began practicing spells, he had been sighing far more often than before.
Dong—Dong—
The deep sound of a bell came from outside the valley.
Han Li furrowed his brows. Recently, for some unknown reason, the number of people seeking medical help had suddenly increased, mostly with injuries like severed limbs or sword wounds.
He dared not delay. Knowing that saving lives was like putting out a fire, he grabbed a medical kit he had prepared and stepped out, heading straight for the valley entrance.
At the forest exit outside the valley, Han Li saw a senior disciple dressed in brocade pacing anxiously beneath a large bell, looking like an ant on a hot pan.
The moment the man saw Han Li, he rejoiced and hurried over.
“Doctor Han, you’re here! My master has been poisoned severely and is close to death. Please, come quickly and see if you can remove the poison.”
As the man approached, Han Li recognized him. He had seen him a few times before. He was Ma Rong, the prized disciple of Elder Li, who ranked fifth in the sect. Ma Rong had once accompanied Elder Li to Divine Hand Valley to meet Han Li, so he was a semi-familiar face.
“Poisoned?” Han Li asked as he hurried along with him, inwardly feeling unlucky. After all, he still had poison inside him that hadn’t been cured.
“Yes. When my master was handling business down the mountain, he fought a formidable fighter from the wild wolf gang and was accidentally poisoned by a Dark Azure Pellet. At first, my master didn’t pay it much attention and even managed to kill the opponent. But after returning to the mountain, the poison suddenly took effect, and he fell unconscious.”
“Have you consulted other doctors?”
“Of course. If it was ordinary poisoning, I wouldn’t bother divine doctor Han. Those quack doctors only confirmed that my master was poisoned by a rare toxin but didn’t know what kind. They didn’t even dare to prescribe medicine.” Ma Rong said this with a look of contempt, clearly dissatisfied with the other doctors.
Han Li’s expression remained unchanged as he gave a simple “Hmm” and continued walking with him, though his mind was buzzing with doubts.
To be honest, Han Li was not very skilled in detoxification. He had some confidence in treating internal and external injuries with his superior medicines. But curing a rare and powerful poison? He had no solid grasp on that.