chsdbacks Chapter 935 - Chapter 935 Volume 6, Heavenly Skill Spiritual Treasure, Chapter 932 An Unexpected Encounter with an Old Acquaintance
Chapter 935 - Chapter 935 Volume 6, Heavenly Skill Spiritual Treasure, Chapter 932 An Unexpected Encounter with an Old Acquaintance
Chapter 935: Volume 6, Heavenly Skill Spiritual Treasure, Chapter 932: An Unexpected Encounter with an Old Acquaintance Chapter 935: Volume 6, Heavenly Skill Spiritual Treasure, Chapter 932: An Unexpected Encounter with an Old Acquaintance After a day and a night, Han Li emerged from the stone chamber and left the interior of the mountain, heading straight for the central part of Great Jin.
Jinjing, the largest city in the world of ordinary mortals, was situated there.
Since it was still early, Han Li utilized the ordinary flying speed of a Core Formation Stage to avoid drawing attention and proceeded eastward in an unhurried fashion.
Before long, Han Li smoothly left Long State and entered the adjacent county.
Only then did he retrieve his Wind Riding Chariot, unleashed its full speed, and transformed it into a streak of white light that tore through the sky and disappeared.
As Han Li faintly exuded the aura of a Nascent Soul expert, occasional encounters with low-level cultivators were marked by their respectful avoidance from a distance.
A Nascent Soul expert was a figure all ordinary cultivators in Great Jin looked up to, so none dared show the slightest disrespect.
More than a month later, as he neared the vicinity of Jinjing within Jinjiang County, Han Li put away the Wind Riding Chariot, slowed his pace, and concealed his aura down to the standard of a Core Formation Stage before continuing.
After all, he was in the heartland of Great Jin, where high-level cultivators were certainly not uncommon, and he had no wish to attract undue attention.
Another ten days later, about a hundred miles away from Jinjing, an old horse with scorched yellow fur was pulling a shabby two-wheeled cart along the official road at a leisurely pace.
Seated at the front of the cart was a young scholar in a blue robe, with an ordinary appearance-it was Han Li.
Sitting at the front of the cart, he swayed back and forth, his eyes half-closed as if somewhere between asleep and awake.
In reality, he was secretly refining the effects of a Snow Essence Pill he had consumed some days ago.
Since emerging from those tears in space, he had consumed more than a dozen of these pills that could enhance the power of cold.
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The medicinal pills were indeed a type of ancient Spirit Pill; Han Li clearly felt the cold Qi he had cultivated from the Celestial Ice Flame and the Six-Winged Frost Centipede becoming purer.
Even the tiny bit of residual impurity from the Purple Apex Flames that could not be refined was slowly merging and disappearing, significantly increasing the power of the cold Qi.
The only trouble was that these pills were not easy to refine, necessitating an interval of nearly three to four months between doses.
This rendered Han Li somewhat helpless; otherwise, if he could take one pill each month, he estimated that in just over a hundred years, the Purple Apex Flames could reach terrifying heights, potentially allowing him to cultivate it to the legendary realm of icing over a thousand miles.
Even going at this rate, however, the Purple Apex Flames would certainly not be inferior to the peak Divine Skills of either the righteous or demonic sects, having hardly ever been truly suppressed by any other Cultivation Techniques.
As for why Han Li was riding such a cart in this location, it was because Jinjing, as the capital of ordinary mortals, had this unspecified rule within the realm of immortal cultivators in Great Jin: within a thousand miles of Jinjing, fighting and flying were strictly prohibited, showing a modicum of respect for the Great Jin government.
In Great Jin, cultivators and ordinary mortals were interdependent to some extent.
However, this regulation only applied to low-level cultivators; Nascent Soul experts and even Core Formation experts who were confident in their evasion skills disregarded it completely, and there were many of them.
After all, those responsible for patrolling the vicinity of Jinjing were mostly employed Loose Cultivators with modest cultivation levels.
As long as one was not discovered, or when entering the city did not blatantly fly at low altitudes, it would be fine.
Yet, Han Li held the same disregard.
But since he had plenty of time, and he also wanted to refine the Snow Essence Pill on the way, he descended from the streak of light a few hundred miles out, casually bought an old horse in a small town, and casually set out.
Along the way, Han Li did encounter some low-level cultivators who were honestly riding horses and traveling in carts.
Not wanting to cause trouble, Han Li retracted his mana and appeared just like an ordinary mortal.
Naturally, these low-level cultivators could not see through his guise and no one bothered Han Li.
Because Han Li’s cart was not fast, seven or eight groups of travelers and merchant caravans had already passed him one after the other on the official road.
Han Li, undisturbed, continued with his business, currently savoring the cool sensation of a little bit of medicinal power from the Dantian slowly spreading to the meridians in his body, feeling peaceful, when his brows suddenly furrowed.
The sound of hooves like a thunderstorm erupted on the road behind him.
Han Li’s expression remained unchanged, but he opened his eyes.
With a casual pull on the reins in his hand, the old horse obediently moved to the side of the road, allowing the cart to give way.
Only then did Han Li look back lazily.
He saw a yellow dragon rolling over the official road behind him, its banners fluttering, appearing as if a mighty army was charging towards him.
An expression of surprise appeared on Han Li’s face.
In an instant, the yellow dragon drew near, and the figures of knights in silver helmets and armor, swords belted and bows on backs, appeared amid the dust, becoming clearer.
Each knight was formidable and robust, with a man in an embroidered gown riding a dark horse at the lead, his waist bearing a long sword, and a banner behind bearing a large “Wang” character.
Amid the knights were several Jade Chariots drawn by fine horses, racing alongside in rapid pursuit.
The chariots flickered with faint Spiritual Treasure light, so although they were racing wildly, they did not shake in the slightest, as if empty.
“Magic Artifact?” When Han Li saw the chariot, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
A slight scan with his Divine Sense revealed that, although the other chariots appeared to carry inanimate objects, one chariot faintly exuded the presence of a cultivator.
Although the presence seemed weak, it was quite unexpected for an ordinary cultivator to be mingling with these soldier cultivators.
Han Li pulled the reins, stopping the cart at the side of the road to let these soldiers pass first.
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This troop of knights must have numbered around three or four hundred, but as they passed by, it was as if a whirlwind had arisen, their aura astonishing to the extreme.
Han Li’s gaze flickered a few times.
These knights each bore an Evil Qi, as if all were brave and skilled warriors; they were not your typical city guards.
They looked more like soldier cultivators accustomed to bloodied battles at the borders.
He had heard that although Great Jin was immensely vast, on its southeastern and northwestern borders, where it met the lands of the foreigners, frequent large-scale battles between ordinary mortals often broke out.
It was only in such turbulent places that truly iron-hardened soldiers could be forged.
As Han Li pondered this, a Jade Chariot passed by, and a gaze from the slits of the carriage windows landed directly on Han Li, followed by a light exclamation from inside.
Han Li seemed to sense something too and couldn’t help but look up, glimpsing a pair of familiar eyes that flitted past the carriage window.
His heart skipped slightly, yet before he could recall who it was, the troop of knights had already gone far.
Staring at the departing procession, Han Li pondered for a while and eventually shook his head, dismissing the thought of extending his Divine Sense into the carriage for a closer look.
It wasn’t that Han Li was too lazy to do so; rather, those few Jade Vehicles surprisingly bore some basic restrictive formations.
To explore thoroughly would inevitably alert the occupants to his probing.
And since the person inside was merely at the Qi Refinement Realm, Han Li did not wish to cause unnecessary trouble over some low-level cultivators.
With indifference, Han Li watched the knights disappear into the distance before he urged his horse-drawn carriage forward once again.
This time, after merely traveling for more than ten miles, he arrived at a T-junction where several official roads met.
There was a lush grove of trees roadside, and links of rudimentary tea shops were built along the edge of the woods.
Numerous carriages and horses were parked outside the tea shops, while their owners entered these simple establishments to drink water and eat.
After all, this was almost the only place to rest in this direction on the way to Jinjing, and most passerby would stop for a break.
Han Li’s eyes skimmed the area, quickly spotting the Horned Silver Python knights resting by the forest.
However, a few Jade Vehicles also remained there, with one of them half-open and seemingly empty.
The middle-aged man in the embroidered gown was not among the knights either.
Han Li’s brows furrowed as he subconsciously glanced over the tea shops.
Then, inconspicuously spurring his carriage forward, he intended to pass through the junction and continue on his way.
But just then, one of the soldier cultivators from amongst the knights, upon seeing Han Li’s carriage, suddenly strode forward, blocking his path.
Han Li was taken aback.
“Could this gentleman be Mr.
Han?” The knight greeted Han Li with a slight bow, speaking neither humbly nor arrogantly.
“Yes, that is indeed my surname!
What can I do for you?” asked Han Li, his expression shifting, as he spoke slowly.
“If you are indeed Mr.
Han, then I have not found the wrong person.
My young lady has invited you to the tea shop for a reunion.”
“Your young lady?
Hmm…
very well, I will go and see.” Han Li’s expression shifted, remembering the pair of bright eyes he had seen in the carriage, and after a slight hesitation, finally nodded in agreement.
He immediately dismounted from the carriage.
“Please, sir, my young lady has reserved that small tea shop over there.
Just follow me,” said the knight in a deep voice, gesturing towards the forest.
Immediately, two other soldier cultivators came forward to take Han Li’s carriage.
Han Li followed the man to one of the tea shops.
A moment later, Han Li appeared before two women and a man inside the tea shop.
The man was naturally the middle-aged person in the embroidered gown, around forty years of age, with fine eyes and an imposing beard.
The two women were in the prime of their youth, and both were cultivators, one at the seventh layer Qi Condensation cultivator and the other at the fifth.
“Han Li, it’s been years since we last met, and I never expected our paths to cross here.
The guidance you gave my younger sister years ago is something Mengrong will never forget.”
The man remained seated, unmoving, while the two women, upon seeing Han Li enter, stood up to greet him.
One of them, the lower-ranking cultivator, bit her lower lip slightly, a happy light subtly shining on her beautiful face.
“So, it’s Miss Cao.
This is indeed a serendipitous encounter.
I departed without saying farewell back then, and I hope Miss Cao, as my fellow Daoist, does not take offense,” Han Li replied with a smile after recovering from his initial surprise.
This woman was none other than Cao Mengrong, the daughter of a county magistrate whom he had met several years ago when he first arrived in Great Jin.
“Brother Han must have had important matters to attend to back then; Mengrong would not hold any grudge.
By the way, let me introduce you.
This is Elder Sister Wang, who took great care of me and was like a sister to me when we were at the Sect.
And this is Elder Sister Wang’s uncle, who has been stationed in Great Jin’s Southern Border, the renowned General Zhunan, who was summoned back to the capital this time,” Cao Mengrong introduced the middle-aged man and the other peach blossom-like young woman to Han Li.
(I’ve finally managed to wrap up the matters over there.
Although I’ll still need to make frequent trips in the future, it won’t require as much effort as before.
Starting tomorrow, I shall resume the regular update schedule.
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