Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 889: Massive Scale
The other party gave him only two possible impressions.
Either just now his spiritual awareness had failed, or the cultivator—whose spiritual awareness far surpassed his own—was very likely that foreign tribesman.
But whichever of these two conclusions was true, neither outcome seemed favorable to him.
The first possibility was tolerable at worst—at most, he would lose some face before the two juniors and suffer a little damage to his reputation. But if it was the latter, then trouble would truly be immense.
Although he had appeared confident in front of the burly man and the palace-dressed woman, showing that capturing the severely injured foreigner was a done deal, in reality, as one of the immortal cultivators who had participated in the interception battle, he felt deep fear toward the foreigner’s magical abilities and their fierce tenacity in fighting against multiple opponents.
He vividly remembered the tragic fate of those fallen cultivators, their bodies turning into purple ice, their nascent souls sealed away in frozen imprisonment.
Even if the foreigner was seriously wounded and took him down together, it would probably be an easy feat.
Forget it. There were no other nascent soul cultivators nearby. This ambiguous yet life-threatening doubt was not worth the risk to verify. Besides, soon enough, the great immortal master and the holy maiden would personally take action against this person.
After weighing the critical situation in his heart, the bald old man sighed softly and abandoned the idea of catching up with the carriage to block the other party.
If he were two hundred years younger, he might have risked it. But now, with not much time left, his precious life was all the more valuable.
The bald old man watched the convoy gradually disappear into the distance, standing motionless on the spot. This left the two men and women behind exchanging surprised glances, but neither dared to ask questions.
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After Han Li’s carriage had traveled more than ten miles without seeing the spiritual awareness owner from the camp pursue, he too breathed a sigh of relief.
The spiritual awareness had been detected extremely quickly just now. Although he reacted fast enough, he was still a bit unaccustomed to his cultivation base suddenly dropping. It seemed his spiritual awareness had withdrawn a little late, and he did not know if he had truly deceived the other party.
Moreover, the spiritual awareness was so subtle and concealed that it was obvious the cultivator practiced some special secret arts.
Feeling somewhat more at ease, he continued to quietly gather his breath and energy inside the carriage without lowering his guard.
After traveling for more than half a day, Han Li’s expression relaxed. He once again slowly extended his spiritual awareness outward, automatically covering all abnormalities within a radius of more than twenty miles.
Then he flipped his hand and pulled out an old storage pouch belonging to the eagle-eyed elder from his bosom. Turning the mouth downward, a jumble of miscellaneous items spilled out amid flashing white light.
Scanning the pile, Han Li picked up a small bottle, opened the cap, and sniffed beneath the nose. After some consideration, he shook his head and moved it aside.
He picked up another bottle and repeated the same action, as if searching for something.
Finally, when he opened the cap of an inconspicuous green jade bottle, before Han Li could identify its contents, a wisp of purple mist flew out.
Han Li’s face darkened immediately. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, expelling a ball of azure light that instantly enveloped the purple mist.
But in an instant, the azure light turned black from the inside out.
Han Li’s expression changed drastically. Seizing the moment before the azure light was fully corrupted, he blew fiercely, causing the light orb to shoot back into the small bottle. He quickly sealed the bottle’s mouth with the cap.
Only then did he exhale deeply.