Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 886: Haoyuan Pill
The medicine bottle flipped over, and a pill the size of a fiery red apricot kernel dropped into the palm.
Looking at this pill, which was originally refined from a high-level demonic beast core into a spirit medicine, Han Li showed a hint of regret on his face.
This kind of pill, originally used to increase the spiritual power of foundation formation cultivators, was indeed a bit of a waste to use here.
If his magical power hadn’t been sealed and Silver Moon hadn’t been injured, and if he had used the soul seizing method directly, then things wouldn’t have been so complicated.
With one hand, Han Li pinched the man in the blue robe’s chin, and with an extremely skillful flick of his wrist, he cleverly dislocated the man’s lower jaw, forcing him to open his mouth wide.
With the other hand, Han Li flicked his finger, and the pill wrapped in a swirl of blue energy was shot into the man’s mouth.
Han Li released his hands, then with a single hand motion toward his waist, a shining silver needle appeared between his fingers.
Cold light flickered as the silver needle transformed into several silver threads, weaving into various parts of the man’s body in the blue robe. It was done in an instant. At the pierced spots, jet-black poisonous blood spurted out about a foot high, releasing a nauseating stench of blood.
Han Li stood up, hands clasped behind his back, and stood quietly to wait for the other to wake.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a large pool of poisonous blood was released from Feng Yue’s body, and finally a low groan came from his mouth. He seemed about to regain consciousness.
Han Li’s eyes flickered, and his ten fingers snapped simultaneously. A powerful gust of wind shot through the air, and the flowing poisonous blood immediately stopped abruptly. Then with a shake of his shoulder, the secondary nascent soul instantly transformed into a black cloud, darting into the nearby forest and disappearing from sight.
“It’s you...” The man in the blue robe finally opened his eyes. Seeing Han Li before him, he uttered a surprised sound and struggled to sit up.
“What, surprised to see me?” Han Li glanced at Feng Yue indifferently.
“Did you save me, fellow cultivator? Where’s Feng Zhen, that old thief?” The young man’s voice was weak but filled with caution.
“You mean the one in the purple robe? He’s over there on the ground!” Han Li casually looked to the side and replied nonchalantly.
Feng Yue’s eyes shifted as he painfully twisted his neck and finally saw the disfigured corpse remnants of the old purple-robed cultivator. His face first registered shock, then a look of deep hatred appeared. His gaze then returned to Han Li, showing an extremely strange expression.
“That old thief was also killed by Brother Han? It seems Brother Han’s magical abilities are truly profound and unfathomable. I will remember this life-saving grace, and will repay it handsomely in the future.” Feng Yue cautiously asked while one hand reached to his waist to pull out a pill and shove it into his mouth. With the other hand on the ground, he tried to stand up with difficulty.
But as soon as he was halfway up, his legs gave out and he collapsed again.
“What’s going on? Why do I feel so weak?” Feng Yue fell to the ground, his complexion suddenly showing a trace of panic.
“Repay handsomely? It seems you still don’t know your situation.” Han Li showed no intention of helping and spoke with an unchanged expression.
“What do you mean by that? What’s wrong with me? Did you put a restraint on me?” The young man glared at Han Li, his face full of shock and anger.
“To put a restraint on you? You overestimate yourself too much. If I wanted to control you, I wouldn’t need any restraints. Take a look at your current condition.” Han Li sneered coldly and tossed a small item beside Feng Yue.
It was an ordinary bronze mirror.
Feng Yue’s face was full of disbelief. Seeing Han Li’s expressionless face, he gritted his teeth and picked up the mirror to look inside.