A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 699: The Disaster Shifts Eastward

The marquis of Nanlong spoke as he brushed his hand over his chest, and a soft white light flashed.

The previously sunken area instantly returned to normal.

The expressions on Wang Tiangu and the others changed slightly. But the old man surnamed Yun remained calm and said, “You needn’t worry. He is merely using secret arts to temporarily control his injuries. It’s not life-threatening! As for that Han kid, there’s no need to waste words. Send someone up to tie him down. The rest should focus on eliminating the marquis of Nanlong first.”

After finishing his cold words, the old man calmly pointed at a silver wheel in front of him.

The magical treasure immediately transformed into a silver rainbow that flew above his head, then showered a large area of silver light that shielded his entire body.

His figure became vague amid the silver light.

It was clear he understood how deeply the marquis of Nanlong hated him. So he hoped not to gain merit but also not to incur blame.

Wang Tiangu furrowed his brow, seeming to find some truth in this. He turned his head slightly and said to the cultivator surnamed You beside him, “Brother You, I’ll leave this kid to you for now. Don’t go all out against him, just hold him off for a while. After we deal with the marquis of Nanlong, his time will come.”

Finally no longer hiding his murderous intent toward Han Li, Wang Tiangu cast a cold glance at him. Then, black radiance several feet high suddenly burst from his body, and he vanished into the shadows, looking extremely eerie.

The old woman and the black-faced man saw this and quickly drew their magical treasures, slowly closing in.

“Alright then, fellow cultivator Han, leave him to me!” The cultivator surnamed You chuckled, a white Jade Ruyi Scepter silently sliding from his sleeve. He took a few steps forward, standing before Han Li with an ambiguous smile.

For him, holding back a newly advanced nascent soul cultivator was nothing. It was much safer than facing the mid nascent soul marquis of Nanlong directly.

Han Li stared at the cultivator surnamed You, standing still. But the moment the old woman left the stairwell, his heart pounded fiercely. A hand hidden in his sleeve clenched tightly onto an ancient treasure.

At that moment, the marquis of Nanlong suddenly swept one hand behind him. A golden glow shot out, wrapping the three jade boxes on the jade bed behind him, then flew back into his hand.

“Next!” Without hesitation, the marquis flicked his hand. One of the jade boxes shot straight towards Han Li.

This move surprised everyone, and naturally, no one had time to block it.

Han Li easily caught the jade box, blinking with a look of confusion.

“Since fellow cultivator does not collude with them, I, the marquis, present this jade box to you. If it truly holds the secrets of Fallen Demon Valley, and you can bring it out alive, then it would be your fortunate destiny.” After saying this, the marquis clasped his hands behind his back, his words full of meaning.

Upon hearing this, Wang Tiangu and the old man surnamed Yun all changed their expressions drastically.

Han Li lowered his head, inspecting the jade box in his hand. He pressed his slightly dry lips, suddenly feeling an urge to laugh wildly. But relying on strong reason, he suppressed it.

All the cultivators in the pavilion wanted to snatch this treasure, yet someone actually handed it to him voluntarily. How absurd.

Of course, the marquis of Nanlong had no good intentions in doing this.

Given Wang Tiangu and the others’ eagerness to obtain the jade box, giving it to Han Li was clearly a tactic to shift the disaster eastward—diverting their attention to ease pressure and allow the marquis to escape.

However, the man also showed some true warlord quality, able to let go of a treasure he was about to seize so easily and willingly.

But now that the treasure was in Han Li’s hands… Heh heh!

Han Li sneered coldly, flipping his palm without hesitation. The jade box vanished, stored in his spatial bag.