Yet Han Li's sharp sixth sense told him that
the other party had not truly abandoned his designs.
He had merely and quite cleverly concealed his
true desires. This only deepened Han Li's weariness
toward Dr. Mo. Under these circumstances, how
could he possibly dare to let the other party
know the bottle's secret? From the many history
books he'd read, Han Li had learned one ironclad
lesson. Never harbor the intent to harm others.
But never let your guard down against them either.
Whether Dr. Mo truly means me harm, or I'm just
being paranoid, staying on my guard around him
can't be a bad thing. If he truly has ill intentions,
then staying on guard will keep me from getting
hurt. If I'm wrong, there's nothing wrong with
staying on my guard. I could never do something
as treacherous as betraying my master. I'm still
Dr. Mo's good disciple, and I'll fulfill my filial
duties properly. Even with that thought, Han
Li still felt a lingering unease in his heart.
A master -disciple pair as strange as Dr. Mo
and I must be one of a kind in the Seven Mysteries
sect. He couldn't help but sigh. I absolutely
cannot use the bottle again after Dr. Mo returns.
There are no walls in this world that don't leak.
Even if I'm lucky enough to avoid Dr. Mo, someone
else from the Qishuan sect could stumble upon
my secret. The safest thing is to put it away
and act like this never happened. Han Li had
made his decision. He resolved to keep the bottle
a secret, hidden away, and never to use it lightly
again. A wave of relief washed over him, and
he drifted off into a deep sleep on the bed.
Over the next few months, Han Li secretly used
the green liquid from the bottle to cultivate
a large batch of precious medicinal herbs. He
used these herbs to concoct a number of rare
medicines according to the recipes. Though the
process was fraught with failures, each failure
made Han Li's heart ache for a long time. But
you can't really blame me for that. It was my
first time mixing these formulas. A few failures
were bound to happen. Even Dr. Mo himself would
botch a batch or two if he were mixing these
drugs. Han Li could only console himself this
way. Before Han Li lay a dozen small bottles,
each containing a rare and precious elixir. Yellow
dragon pills, azure spirit powder, golden marrow
pills, and nourishing essence pills. Han Li couldn't
help but beam with joy at the sight of these
medicine bottles. With these miraculous pills,
mastering the fourth level of the incantation
will be a breeze. I won't even need to strain
much to reach the fifth or sixth level. Of all
these medicines, the yellow dragon pill and the
golden marrow pill would be the most beneficial
for his cultivation. Both possess the wondrous
ability to enhance one's power and bring about
a complete physical transformation. As for the
green spirit powder, it's a rare and sacred antidote
capable of neutralizing hundreds of the world's
deadliest poisons. As for the nourishing essence
pill, it's a miraculous elixir effective against
both internal and external injuries. No matter
how severe the wound, Taking just one pill can't
bring the dead back to life or instantly heal
you, but it will drastically reduce the damage
and save your life. Hanley hadn't originally
planned to prepare those last two medicines,
which had nothing to do with martial training,
but after careful consideration. After all, I'm
practically a man of the martial world. Who knows
when disaster might strike, or when I'll get
dragged into some bloody conflict. It's better
to have some good antidotes and healing medicines
ready in advance. If I got poisoned or wounded
and died just because I didn't have the right
medicine, wouldn't that be a total waste? After
thinking it over, Han Li prepared a small amount
of the latter two medicines to carry with him,
just in case. After all, Han Li had no desire
to die young. On the very day the pill was completed,
Han Li followed the instructions on the formula
and took one yellow dragon pill and one gold
marrow pill. These two medicines truly lived
up to their legendary reputation as divine elixirs.
With their astonishingly potent power, he effortlessly
broke through the bottleneck that very night,
mastering the fourth layer of the incantation.
The moment he reached the fourth layer, Han Li
immediately experienced a sensation completely
different from before. His five senses exploded,
elevating him to an incredible new realm. Suddenly,
Everything in his vision became dazzlingly bright
and crystal clear. Things that were once imperceptibly
fine were now crystal clear. Even the finest
spider webs in the corners of the room were now
perfectly clear. His hearing became incredibly
sharp. A flood of sounds, both familiar and strange,
rushed into his ears. Like the rustling of an
earthworm burrowing dozens of yards away. or
the buzzing of some unknown insect flying past
the front of the house. These sounds seemed to
ring right in his ears, so vivid and crystal
clear. On top of that, strange smells that suddenly
appeared also let Han Li know his sense of smell
was vastly different from before. Han Li was
both shocked and delighted. The previous few
levels of cultivation did sharpen my senses somewhat,
but none of them brought about a change as stark,
as profound as the fourth layer. This is a fundamental
qualitative leap. It's like I've become a completely
different person. My body feels much lighter
than before, and my mind has made significant
strides. I could probably go three or five days
without sleep now, and it wouldn't be a problem.
He could now perceive everything happening within
a radius of dozens of yards. This feeling of
being able to control everything left Han Li
utterly captivated and unwilling to let it go.
Realizing only now do I understand that reaching
the fourth layer of this mantra is where one
truly begins to grasp its essence. If the fourth
layer has such an unforgettable flavor, what
wondrous sensations would the fifth and sixth
layers bring? Not long after Han Li grasped the
profound mysteries of his cultivation technique,
his nominal master, Dr. Mo, returned to the valley.
He didn't come back alone. He brought a mysterious
figure with him. The moment Dr. Mo entered the
valley of the godly hand, Han Li heard the familiar
sound of coughing from a distance. At that moment,
Han Li was meditating in the stone chamber, striving
to advance his cultivation to the next level
as soon as possible. Sensing Dr. Mo's approach,
He quickly circulated his energy, concluded his
cultivation, and stepped out of the stone chamber.
He headed toward the valley entrance to pay his
respects to the master he hadn't seen in a year.
The moment Han Li saw Dr. Mo, he was shocked.
It was the same man, but the face that met his
eyes was ashen and utterly lifeless. Before,
he had always looked sallow and sickly, but never
to this extent. Now his vitality seemed utterly
spent, as if his time had truly come. But what
truly shocked Han Lee was the mysterious figure
trailing behind him. The person was completely
concealed in a voluminous green robe with a black
hood pulled low. This person was exceptionally
tall and burly, towering over Han Lee by a full
two heads with a massive frame like that of a
giant spirit god. But because the figure wore
a hood, Han Lee couldn't make out his face clearly.
He could only vaguely sense that the man's features
must be hideously fierce and exceptionally ugly.
Suppressing his questions, Han Li quickly stepped
forward and bowed to Dr. Mo. Master. He then
stood respectfully to the side, awaiting Dr.
Mo's questions. How is your cultivation of the
mantra progressing? Any progress at all? It's
the same as before. No real change. Han Li had
no intention of telling the other person about
his cultivation. He couldn't explain his miraculously
rapid progress. How could he, without any external
aid, have suddenly and miraculously jumped from
the early stage of the third layer to the fourth.
Show me your hand. Dr. Mo's expression darkened,
and his tone turned hard. Han Li noticed Dr.
Mo's expression, and his heart skipped a beat,
a faint unease stirring within him. But he wasn't
afraid of the other man personally checking his
pulse to probe the state of his internal energy.
Because after reaching the fourth layer, Han
Li had discovered to his surprise, that he could
freely manipulate the intensity of that strange
energy within him. He could perfectly control
it to match the strength of the third layer,
allowing him to deceive Dr. Mo's personal inspection.
Dr. Mo's face was expressionless, his eyes half
-lidded. One hand remained firmly clamped on
Han Li's wrist, his entire focus concentrated
on the strength of the energy within the boy's
body. He remained silent for a long while. For
the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, He finally
let out a deep breath, as if expelling all the
frustration from his heart. His eyes snapped
open, a flash of golden light shooting from their
murky depths too intense to meet directly. His
face was dark. Dr. Mo was clearly dissatisfied
with Han Li, yet he still didn't scold him. Follow
me. Han Li followed him obediently. He was curious
about the mysterious figure nearby, but knew
this wasn't the time for casual questions. Once
inside the room, Dr. Moe wearily settled into
the armchair, leaning back against its support
in a half -sitting, half -reclining posture.
The golden light in his eyes had faded, leaving
behind the familiar sickly pallor of a long -term
invalid. The mysterious figure had been following
right behind him, never leaving his side. Once
he sat down, the figure took up a position directly
behind the chair, standing there rigid and unmoving.
Han Lee knew Dr. Mo was in a foul mood and had
no desire to provoke him. He followed the mysterious
man's example, walking to the center of the room.
He lowered his head, eyes fixed on Dr. Mo, and
stood perfectly still, waiting for the man to
speak first.