A Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu’s Rebirth as the Reincarnation Dao Ancestor - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The Three Masters and Disciples Enjoy a Harmonious Reunion

Without the Little Bottle as his cheat code, is Han Li still the protagonist of the book?

Does he even deserve to be the protagonist?

“No rush, keep looking, the Little Bottle is definitely there.”

Suppressing his unease, Han Li didn’t panic.

The Celestial Treasure “Heavenly Palm Bottle” definitely exists.

That’s the Heavenly Palm Bottle.

…

Back to Divine Hand Valley.

Without further delay, Han Li, having adjusted his mindset, followed his earlier plan and proactively approached Doctor Mo, knocking on the door of Doctor Mo’s room:

“Knock knock…”

“Elder Mo.”

Inside the room, Doctor Mo, who was intently studying the Longevity Sutra, slightly raised his eyelids.

Peering through the crack in the door and recognizing Han Li outside, he softly said,

“Come in.”

Han Li took a deep breath and pushed open the door, bowing deeply before the old man:

“Greetings, Elder Mo.”

“What brings you here?”

At this moment, the old man’s attention was back on the Longevity Scripture, showing no interest in even glancing at his insignificant disciple.

Han Li, already prepared, bowed again: “Elder Mo, some time ago I watched my senior brothers participate in the final assessment, and I was greatly impressed by what I saw in previous years. Comparing them, I discovered that their internal energy was much more robust and powerful than mine…”

Before Han Li could finish, Mo Juren abruptly stood up:

“What did you say? You’ve cultivated internal energy?”

His eyes were filled with scrutiny,

a hint of tension, and an undisguised excitement.

Meeting those eyes, even though Han Li had anticipated and prepared, his heart still skipped a beat. His nerves pounded.

No wonder he was the ruthless figure he had created.

The plot of a book is ultimately just that—the plot of a book. It’s not the same as facing someone in real life.

Normally, he could quickly adapt to Mo Juren when his aura wasn’t fully unleashed. But now, facing Mo Juren with his aura fully activated, he felt a pang of fear.

This was the difference between “reading as an observer” and “immersing oneself in the story.”

“Elder Mo, this disciple…this disciple does indeed have true qi within me…”

Han Li slightly avoided the old man’s burning gaze, then replied, his mouth dry.

“Let me see.”

Mo Juren said this, grabbing Han Li’s right hand pulse point without giving him a chance to refuse.

Immediately, a chilling sensation seeped into his body.

“So cold.” It felt

icy cold.

It didn’t even feel like a living person’s hand.

‘Is this Mo Juren’s top-tier technique, the “Demon Silver Hand,” which he had painstakingly honed?’ When the

technique was first described, it was only mentioned briefly, but upon experiencing it firsthand, he deeply understood its viciousness and terror.

Even with just a slight contact, he felt discomfort.

What would he do if he were to actually receive a blow?

Time seemed to drag on endlessly,

yet it also seemed to pass quickly; in a very short time, he had already experienced many sensations.

Mo Juren’s hand was dry and calloused. When the needle pierced the pulse point on his right hand, it gave him a distinct stinging sensation. Furthermore, the coolness and stinging sensation from Mo Juren’s intrusion caused his internal magical energy to circulate on its own, possessing a self-protective characteristic, even before he could mobilize it. At this moment, he could feel his magical energy flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians and acupoints throughout his body,

from his dantian to his head,

then to his limbs,

quickly completing a full cycle

before finally returning to his dantian.

As the magical energy circulated, the discomfort caused by the chill and stinging sensation that had invaded his body vanished instantly.

“Eh?”

Doctor Mo, sensing something, exclaimed in surprise.

He had clearly discovered the magical energy:

“Quick, run the incantation again.”

The old man tried his best to conceal his joy, not wanting to show it. But his inner excitement made it impossible to suppress the fervor in his eyes.

“Come, take your time, let me take a closer look.”

At this moment, Doctor Mo’s gaze softened considerably. No longer indifferent, no longer arrogant, no longer treating the young man before him as a dispensable disciple.

His voice was gentler, no longer carrying that aloofness.

His tone became urgent.

His other hand quickly placed on the young man’s dantian to examine him. Han Li, focused intently, could feel that Mo Juren’s hand was trembling.

Han Li’s heart jumped and then settled.

Then…

Sure enough, following the old man’s instructions, he simply ran through the incantation once more.

As his magical energy flowed throughout his body, Doctor Mo’s excitement was strangely unsettling:

“Excellent! Excellent! This is the feeling, this is exactly what I want! There’s no mistake, there can’t be any mistake! Hahaha, hahaha…”

“Found it, I’ve actually been so lucky to find it?!”

Heaven have mercy, heaven have mercy!

Mo Juren could no longer suppress his laughter and burst into boisterous laughter.

His gaze

swept over Han Li as if he were looking at a priceless treasure. Han Li deliberately avoided eye contact.

This small gesture calmed the old man’s excitement, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

“Good, very good, Han Li. From now on, you are my personal disciple. As for your treatment, it will be comparable to that of the core disciples in the sect…” Perhaps to appease Han Li, Doctor Mo used this tangible benefit to shift the topic.

The core disciples of the sect referred to the disciples of the elders. Their privileges were so good that anyone, whether from the inner or outer sect, would want to compete for them.

However,

there were far more monks than porridge.

Doctor Mo’s offer of core disciple treatment to Han Li was both a form of appeasement and a sign of impending investment.

Thinking of the medicinal baths and other benefits he would soon enjoy, Han Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His initial plan had succeeded.

Mo Juren possessed quite a few valuable items.

He didn’t dwell on the Blood Spirit Grass that had caused Yu Zitong’s misfortune for the time being.

But he wouldn’t hesitate to take the other dozen or so precious and expensive herbs that Yu Zitong found so valuable.

“With those herbs and the medicinal bath prepared by Mo Juren’s remaining resources, my cultivation pace can finally accelerate…”

“

Go and call Zhang Tie here.”

Having calmed himself, Doctor Mo spoke gently.

Han Li, that little fellow, could already master the immortal incantation of the Longevity Technique; what about Zhang Tie?

Perhaps even more so.

Today might be a double celebration for him?

Han Li, upon receiving the order, bowed respectfully and withdrew.

This scene pleased the old man even more.

Leaving the house, the gaunt boy’s tension and panic vanished completely:

“That Mo Juren, he’s truly greedy.”

Having him wasn’t enough; he even expected Zhang Tie to be someone with spiritual roots capable of cultivating magic power.

How could he not know what Doctor Mo was planning?

It’s simply a matter of selecting the best to nurture, and letting the other fend for themselves.

After all, resources are limited.

The one who grows up and meets the standards will be the one to be possessed.

And coincidentally,

Zhang Tie does indeed possess a spiritual root, and its quality is a three-elemental spiritual root, even surpassing his four-elemental pseudo-spiritual root. Nurturing the more obedient and ambitious Zhang Tie to possess the honest, simple-minded, and especially wary Zhang Tie would undoubtedly be more suitable.

Alas,

Doctor Mo doesn’t possess the basic cultivation method corresponding to Zhang Tie’s spiritual root.

The Evergreen Technique is a wood-attribute basic cultivation method.

Zhang Tie happens to lack a wood-attribute spiritual root.

This is a twist of fate.

Soon,

Zhang Tie arrives.

Another similar examination is conducted.

However, unsurprisingly, no spiritual root is detected in Zhang Tie.

There isn’t a trace of Evergreen Technique’s mana or true energy within him.

Seeing this, Doctor Mo, who had been holding onto a hopeful expectation, withdrew his eager gaze from Han Li and looked coldly at the nervous Zhang Tie, shaking his head and saying,

“Your aptitude is not good enough. You haven’t made any progress in your cultivation over such a long time. It’s really a bit of a stretch for you to be my disciple…” Upon hearing this, Zhang Tie   ’s

heart sank, and a bitter, pleading look appeared in his eyes.

He didn’t want to leave the mountain, didn’t want to leave the Seven Mysteries Sect.

He couldn’t leave the Seven Mysteries Sect.

“Elder Mo…” His lips trembled, his voice shaking.   ”Alright, although your aptitude is not good, when I examined your physique just now, I found that another cultivation method is more suitable for you. I just don’t know if you are willing to learn from me?”   Zhang Tie suddenly looked up.   Overjoyed.   Then his eyes were filled with gratitude: “Thank you, Elder Mo, thank you, Elder Mo, I am willing, I am willing.”   Truly, heaven never closes off all doors.   Han Li, who witnessed this scene, had a frozen expression.   He finally understood why Zhang Tie was so obedient to Mo Juren, and why he was easily defeated by Doctor Mo even after mastering the fourth level of the Elephant Armor Technique.   The root of the problem lay in the old man’s attempt to win people over.   Of course, Zhang Tie’s honest and grateful nature also played a part.   ”Brother Zhang, congratulations.”   Han Li didn’t spoil the mood, but instead joined in with a smile and sincere blessings.   The master and disciple were in perfect harmony.   (End of Chapter)