A Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu’s Rebirth as the Reincarnation Dao Ancestor - Chapter 110

Chapter 109 Why must you court death?

“Uncle-Master Han, Junior Sister Linghu was just curious; she meant no harm,”

a member of the Lei family interjected, trying to smooth things over.

However, his expression was enigmatic as he looked at the vanished mountain path behind Han Li, his thoughts unreadable.

“Hmph, you may fear him, but I don’t,”

the female cultivator from the Linghu family sneered.

She was a direct descendant of the Linghu family, a prodigy with dual spiritual roots, highly regarded by the family elders, and a potential Core Formation cultivator.

In terms of true status, how could this pseudo-spiritual root cultivator compare?

Moreover, although this person was nominally a Foundation Establishment stage uncle, he had actually fallen below his cultivation level for unknown reasons and was now just a low-level Qi Refining disciple like them.

Why dare he boss them around?

If things really came to a head, they could just fight.

She refused to believe that seven heavily armed people couldn’t defeat a so-called uncle who had fallen below his cultivation level!

Seven against one, the advantage was in her hands.

“Junior Sister…”

Someone frowned, feeling it was wrong to contradict their senior uncle.

Yet, they also agreed with some of the woman’s points, believing Han Li’s assertiveness was excessive.

Why couldn’t they enter the mountain passage to investigate?

Was this person hiding some shady secret?

Therefore,

their idea was

to wait until Han left, then make a show of leaving as well, explore the nearby spiritual herb producing areas first, and then return to further explore this great snow mountain.

There was no need to confront him now.

Junior Sister Linghu’s assertiveness was also quite inappropriate.

“Hehe, my fellow disciples, I, Han, have painstakingly discovered the benefits of this place; how could I share them with others for nothing? What do you all think? Therefore, I have devised a compromise: I will take you to another spiritual herb producing area and give you some spiritual herbs. What do you all think?”

Han Li put away his oppressive aura and spoke amiably again.

Inside his sleeve, a fragment of a silk handkerchief was already concealing something.

The seven people remained silent upon hearing this.

That makes sense: first come, first served.

But it also makes no sense: the Crimson Forbidden Land isn’t yours, Han Li’s, so why shouldn’t people be allowed to explore this great snow mountain? Even if nothing was discovered here before, this discovery was entirely due to you. But you still can’t keep it all to yourself, you can’t deny them any clues…

In short, they just want to go in and take a look.

“Uncle-Master, how about we just go in for a quick look and not take anything?”

a Lei family disciple tentatively suggested.

“Sigh…”

Why do you have to force me, why do you have to court death?

Han Li sighed inwardly.

“Alright, you can go in and take a look, but you have to give me a mid-grade spirit stone first. Don’t think I’m making things difficult for you, it’s just that the benefits inside are far more than a few spirit stones can measure.”

Either spend the spirit stone, or leave.

The seven people exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief.

A decision was quickly made:

“Alright, we’ll each receive one spirit stone. Please don’t make things difficult for us, Uncle-Master…”

“Of course…!”

Han Li smiled amiably.

“By the way, my fellow disciples, why is there only your team here? Where are the others?”

“There aren’t many teams that can break through the layers of fog and penetrate this far. Our team, while not the best, is definitely in the top tier.” The female cultivator from the Linghu family said proudly, her neck slightly raised.

“That’s good.”

Han Li nodded slightly, his smile becoming even more composed.

This smile, however, caused the hearts of two of them to pound wildly. They instinctively retreated quickly, trying to get away from the crowd.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

“They’re quite clever…”

Han Li glanced indifferently at the two corpses.

That’s right.

The two were already corpses.

Just a moment ago, a transparent needle, invisible to the n*ked eye and even difficult for a late-stage Core Formation cultivator to detect, had silently flown out from his sleeve.

It was the activated Invisible Needle Talisman Treasure.

In an instant, the seven were struck fatally without their knowledge. Only

as death approached did the belated pain awaken them, making them realize they had been attacked. Their eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

Invisible needles pierced their brows, leaving tiny bloody holes. The destructive force, like a persistent, insidious wound, spread throughout their bodies, ravaging their spirits and physical vitality.

“Why?”

the female cultivator cried out before dying, her mouth agape as if questioning.

She was a direct descendant of the Linghu family, a prodigy with dual spiritual roots, a future seed for Core Formation. Moreover, their Linghu family patriarch was right outside the forbidden area. How dare this pseudo-spiritual root cultivator, whose cultivation had plummeted, attack her? Wasn’t he afraid of the patriarch’s investigation?

Furthermore, all the spiritual herbs harvested within the forbidden area had to be surrendered, and merit points distributed according to their value. Killing them now wouldn’t hide the herbs, so why bother?

She couldn’t understand.

The other six, before their consciousness faded, could only curse the woman’s stupidity.

Did she really think the name “Crimson Forbidden Land” was just a hoax?

Crimson, crimson—who cares about outside status

here? Only strength matters.

Only survival gives outside status meaning.

Damn it, this woman has screwed us over this time.

…

Han Li didn’t take any of their storage bags,

including the forbidden land herbs inside.

With his current wealth, why would he need to covet such a small amount?

What he didn’t know was

that his caution had saved him from a major pitfall.

The storage bags of the group contained something subtly marked.

Leaving the forbidden area with that item would be certain death—either a blunder or death.

He buried the storage bags, collected the bodies, and fed them to the demonic beasts; in short, he had successfully disposed of the evidence.

His mood improved considerably.

“Tch, bad luck.”

Earlier,

he had intended to use his status to forcibly take the seven people away, preserving the secret of the place. If he had them with him, he could compensate them with a portion of the subsequent harvest of spiritual herbs.

Regardless of how much the seven suspected him or what he had discovered, without concrete evidence, they couldn’t be certain of his gains and thus attract the attention of Old Monster Linghu.

But one of the seven chose not to live,

insisting on causing trouble in front of him.

Killing only this person wouldn’t work.

What would happen if the others went out?

The crime of murdering a fellow disciple, especially a direct descendant of the Linghu family, was a charge he couldn’t bear. Old Monster Linghu would definitely use this as an excuse to kill him.

Therefore,

the team of seven had to remain intact.

Not a single one could be missing.

…

On the fourth and fifth days of the forbidden area, Han Li ventured deeper.

During this time, he didn’t encounter any more disciples from Huangfeng Valley.

The inner ring of the central area, thirty to fifty miles wide, was simply too dangerous.

Even walking along the road without approaching the spiritual herb producing areas or demonic beast lairs, one could encounter level 2 or even level 3 demonic beasts comparable to Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

The outer fifty miles, however, was enough for over a hundred people to explore.

And in just five days, it wasn’t even enough for the Huangfeng Valley disciples to briefly explore one-fifth of the area.

On the fifth day, at Shenshi (3-5 PM),

Han Li left the forbidden area.

He stored the most precious ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs and some thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in a golden treasure chest, which

he then placed in his storage bag.

Then, he used a fragment of a silk handkerchief to conceal his storage bag.

This entire process, unsurprisingly, went unnoticed by Elder Linghu.

“Back at Yanling Fortress, I subtly tested Elder Linghu once, and this time, as expected, nothing went wrong,” Han Li said, relieved.

The sect’s spirit-sniffing rats checked his other storage bags and, finding nothing amiss, had him stand aside.

The spiritual herbs he took out, in terms of variety, quantity, age, and potency, truly astounded everyone present, eliciting gasps of amazement.

“A seven-hundred-year-old Purple Monkey Flower? The Foundation Establishment Pill refined from this Purple Monkey Flower would probably have its potency increased by fifty percent!”

“A nearly thousand-year-old Mystic Crystal Fruit, a spiritual herb greatly beneficial to Core Formation cultivators…”

“An eight-hundred-year-old Dragon Tongue Grass, another rare spiritual herb…”

“…”

He brought out over two hundred spiritual herbs with an age of over a hundred years.

Among them, over fifty were five or six hundred years old, and

more than ten were rare treasures.

There were three of two kinds of spiritual herbs, each nearly a thousand years old.

The total value of the herbs he harvested alone exceeded 300,000 spirit stones on the market.

Keep in mind, in the original timeline, the profit from eleven or twelve herbs would have been enough for Li Huayuan to swallow his pride and forcefully accept the original owner as a disciple.

Moreover, this time he brought out even more, and

of even higher quality.

“Truly worthy of being a Foundation Establishment stage senior uncle…”

“Truly worthy of being Junior Brother Han…”

Truly worthy of being the personal disciple of the number one Core Formation female cultivator in Yue Kingdom.

“Master, this disciple has not failed in his mission.”

Han Li clasped his hands in a salute.

“Good, very good.”

Hong Fu nodded with satisfaction.

What exactly was the situation in the forbidden area? How were the spiritual herbs distributed? No one outside knew.

Han Li relied solely on the Black Dragon Six and the map of the forbidden area to avoid detours and delays, always getting straight to the heart of the matter. This was why his efficiency was so high.

“You little fellow, not bad, not bad…”

Ancestor Linghu also praised him generously.

Then, quite casually, he took half of the rare treasures and the two nearly thousand-year-old forbidden herbs.

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