A Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu’s Rebirth as the Reincarnation Dao Ancestor - Chapter 37

Chapter 37 Is this Han Li?

“Yes.”

The four wives of Doctor Mo—Liu, Li, Yan, and Wang—exchanged glances and responded in unison. They immediately pulled the three young women, who also possessed some martial arts skills, away hastily.

They didn’t allow Mo Yuzhu and the other two women to ask any questions.

Their steps were hurried, as if afraid someone would pursue them.

Seeing this, Han Li narrowed his eyes and slightly shifted his feet to test the waters.

But the next moment, Doctor Mo’s expression suddenly changed, his eyes turning extremely cold:

“Everyone, use hidden weapons!”

Immediately, a rain of throwing knives and darts rained down on where Han Li stood.

In an instant, the willow tree beside him, originally with its beautiful and numerous branches, seemed to have been shaved in half. The trunk was densely covered with twenty or thirty throwing knives and darts.

“Master Mo, why bother? I didn’t intend to fight you to the death,” Han Li sighed.

His ghostly figure flashed, and with a single sword strike, he slew over a dozen people.

The terrifying strength and powerful physique brought by the sixth level of the *Elephant Armor Technique* gave him a better foundation for using the *Luo Yan Wind-Riding Step*.

He had never slacked off in practicing the *Elephant Armor Technique* in the past two years.

Furthermore, after joining the Yellow Maple Valley and acquiring pills to alleviate physical pain, his speed in cultivating this mortal body-refining technique increased several times over, progressing by leaps and bounds. Two years of quiet cultivation were equivalent to over ten years of arduous training in his previous methods.

With the completion of the sixth level of the *Elephant Armor Technique*, his physical strength and stamina limit significantly improved. The *

Luo Yan Wind-Riding Step* also benefited from this.

The *Luo Yan Wind-Riding Step* is derived from the mortal lightness skill *Luo Yan Step* and the immortal technique *Wind-Riding Technique*. The excellent combination of the two resulted in a new footwork with less stamina consumption and adjustable speed.

However, because the *Luo Yan Step* itself is a very stamina-consuming explosive movement technique, even with the integration of the Wind-Riding Technique, the consumption of stamina is still considerable.

But!

The fact that the Elephant Armor Technique increases stamina perfectly compensates for the weakness of Luo Yan’s Wind-Riding Step!

Furthermore, as he ages and his body continues to develop, his stamina will steadily increase.

This greatly mitigates the fact that Luo Yan’s Step is extremely stamina-consuming.

It’s more than enough to sustain a major battle.

And indeed, at this moment, Han Li simply took a single step, easily reaping over a dozen lives. In a single breath, he flashed six steps, and more than half of the sentries and guards who had rushed to the scene were killed or wounded, leaving the courtyard and surrounding area littered with corpses.

Han Li, after completing these six steps, showed no signs of fatigue or shortness of breath, his breathing remaining even and unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

If it were before, he would have collapsed from exhaustion.

Two years had passed, and while things had changed, his strength was now vastly different.

“Seventh level of Qi Refining cultivation?”

“A movement technique so fast you can barely see?”

“What have you been through, and what have you gained? How have you become so strong?”

Mo Juren was horrified.

Was this still the same honest, simple-minded, and unskilled country boy he remembered?

‘The bodyguards I’ve meticulously trained over the past year, trained according to Zhang Tie’s methods, are so utterly helpless before him?’

His original intention was to have the Mo family’s guards test the strength of this former disciple and, incidentally, deplete Han Li’s magical power. Surrendering without resistance was never his style. But he never expected Han Li’s current abilities to be so formidable, his cultivation so high.

What kind of fortuitous encounter had this kid received to achieve such an incredible transformation?

“Han Li, stop! Let’s talk this out. There’s no deep-seated hatred between us, master and disciple.”

Realizing the difference in their abilities, Doctor Mo hurriedly tried to appease him.

But Han Li’s senses were incredibly sharp. How could he not perceive the high-temperature fireball Doctor Mo was preparing?

Was he trying to make him slow down and lower his guard?

“Hmph.”

Han Li didn’t stop his killing spree, but instead turned and attacked the child.

Capture the leader first.

Once Mo Juren was captured, the Wang and Yan women would be nothing but a threat, forced to surrender.

“Iron Slave, stop him, capture him!”

Having barely managed to catch a glimpse of Han Li’s movements with his Heavenly Eye Technique, Doctor Mo dared not harbor any illusions. He

immediately ordered the burly giant behind him.

Upon receiving the order, the giant, like a ferocious tiger, burst through the window and pounced on Han Li’s afterimage.

Clearly, Zhang Tie’s corpse puppet was only a half-finished product, far inferior to the iron and bronze corpses created by the Demonic Immortal Dao’s corpse-refining techniques. Although it could vaguely detect Han Li’s aura and figure, it was merely an afterimage and a lingering aura.

The speed difference between the two was immense.

And the next instant,

a heavy punch landed on the back of Zhang Tie’s puppet body, sending this incredibly resilient creature flying through two walls before embedding itself in the wall of a room.

“Zhang Tie, take a rest.”

And this punch didn’t hinder his continued assault.

His figure remained ghostly, almost reaching the window of the small house.

“What?”

Tie Nu couldn’t stop him?

Doctor Mo was utterly shocked.

He knew that although he had only created a half-finished puppet from Zhang Tie using incomplete corpse-refining techniques, Zhang Tie’s physical strength after cultivating the Elephant Armor Technique was ridiculously high. Combined with the enhancements from the corpse-refining technique: his strength was absurdly great; his speed was not slow at all.

He was even faster than Zhang Tie when using the Wind Control Technique.

According to Yu Zitong before his death, the puppet Zhang Tie created after mastering the fifth level of the Elephant Armor Technique was no slower than Yu Zitong was when he was alive.

Yu Zitong’s cultivation level was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, wasn’t it?

Logically speaking, Han Li, also at the seventh level of Qi Refining, shouldn’t be any weaker than Yu Zitong before his injury, yet he shouldn’t have progressed so quickly!

Why?

Without time to think further, he could only unleash the Fireball Technique he had been preparing.

He had started preparing this move as soon as he sensed someone outside.

He had been holding back

, intending to have the Corpse Puppet Iron Slave entangle Han Li, ideally holding him so he couldn’t escape, and then he would burn them both to ashes with a single Fireball Technique.

Unexpectedly, the Iron Slave proved utterly useless.

Left with no other choice, he could only unleash a round of Fireball Techniques.

As he threw out three fist-sized small fireballs, Mo Juren, who had possessed the child, retreated hastily, intending to temporarily avoid the attack.

In his study, there were secret passages and mechanisms; perhaps he could buy some more time.

However…

A chain suddenly appeared before Han Li, yanking sharply to easily shatter several high-temperature fireballs that were flying towards him. At the same time, Mo Juren’s small body stumbled, tripping over something.

Just as he was about to regain his balance, another chain wrapped around him, ignoring the continuous slashes of a flying sword that had fallen from the child’s sleeve, instantly binding him tightly. Sparks

flew as the flying sword fiercely struck the chain, clearly showing no mercy.

However, after only three strikes, a crack appeared on the blade of the spiritually imbued flying sword.

Mo Juren, with his sharp eyes, saw it clearly:

“A magic weapon?”

“You also have a magic weapon?”

“And a higher quality one than mine?”

A much, much higher-grade, even top-grade magic weapon?

What a joke!

Why?

Why did Han Li, who had nothing before, suddenly have everything after only a few years?

It shouldn’t be. Impossible

.

It’s illogical.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, the more perplexed he felt. Not thinking about it only made him more miserable and harder to accept.

“Iron Slave!”

Iron Slave, save me!

“It’s no use, he won’t respond,” Han Li said calmly.

At that moment, Zhang Tie had a yellow talisman on the back of his neck, a celestial talisman: a binding talisman.

With this talisman, not only Zhang Tie, but even a cultivator at the sixth or seventh level of Qi Refining would be immobilized.

“So, Master Mo, don’t struggle anymore.”

Looking at Mo Juren, who was captured alive by one of the azure dragon chains, Han Li’s eyes were deep and unfathomable. He played with the man’s magical flying sword for a moment, then directly put it into his storage bag.

Seeing this, Doctor Mo fell silent.

The situation was hopeless; what could he do but cry out?

(End of Chapter)