Han Li: The Han Family Has Produced a Qilin Son!

The next day, at the first glimmer of dawn.

Han Feng stepped out of his courtyard on his own for the first time in a month.

He didn't alert anyone, not even the two maidservants tasked with his daily needs.

Relying on the entry-level Smoke-Mist Steps, his figure flickered silently through the Inner Sect's pavilions and corridors, heading toward the grove he had agreed upon with Han Li.

This past month, he had all but lived like a ghost, all to wait for today.

His resources were exhausted. To keep advancing at a rapid pace, his current hope rested on that cheap cousin of his.

In the clearing within the grove.

Han Li had long been waiting, pacing back and forth in anxiety.

When he saw that familiar figure emerge from the woods, the weight in his heart finally lifted.

"A Niu, you're finally here!"

"Brother Er Leng."

Han Feng wore a perfectly measured expression of admiration as he stepped forward.

Han Li looked him up and down. A month apart, and his cousin seemed to have grown a bit taller. His once frail frame had filled out, and he radiated an indescribable vitality.

"How is it? Settling in at the Inner Sect? That... how does the Sect Master treat you?" Han Li's tone carried a hint of caution.

A personal disciple of the Sect Master—that status was too shocking. Even now, it felt unreal to him.

"My Master treats me very well."

Han Feng didn't drag it out. He directly revealed his cultivation progress.

"Thanks to you, Brother Er Leng, and the pills you gave me, I've now... reached the sixth layer of Positive Yang Force."

"What?"

Han Li froze entirely, wondering if he had misheard.

The sixth layer?

A month ago, he was just an ordinary child without even a hint of Qi Sensation.

A month later, he had trained to the sixth layer of Positive Yang Force?

That was a realm many Outer Disciples never reached in their entire lives!

"You... you're telling the truth?" Han Li's voice trembled.

Han Feng just smiled, saying nothing. He slowly extended his right hand and channeled a stream of pure Internal Force to his fingertip.

Chi!

A faint, barely audible sound of air being split rang out.

Han Li felt the gust of wind stirred by that Internal Force and stood completely stunned.

The density of that Internal Force was absolutely undeniable!

"Good! Good! Excellent!"

Han Li's face flushed red with excitement. He grabbed Han Feng by the shoulders and shook him vigorously.

"My Han Family... my Han Family is about to produce a prodigy!"

His earlier investment had been nothing more than a faint hope—that one day, he might gain some help from Li Feiyu.

Who could have guessed that this obscure cousin of his was such an earth-shattering genius?

This rate of progress was simply unheard of!

Han Li's wild joy was exactly what Han Feng had anticipated.

This was the effect he wanted.

Only by making Han Li see the immense investment value in him would the man willingly hand over more resources.

"A Niu, wait here!"

As if remembering something, Han Li quickly pulled two porcelain bottles from his bosom and shoved them into Han Feng's hands without argument.

"Take these pills! If you run out, come find me here anytime, and I'll get you more!"

Han Feng took the bottles and uncorked one. A medicinal fragrance, ten times richer than the Qi Solidifying Pill, hit his nose.

Yellow Dragon Pill! Golden Marrow Pill!

Truly fine goods!

These pills were all refined from precious herbs aged over a century, further enhanced by the Little Green Bottle's green liquid. Their potency far surpassed the mundane pills Wang Juechu had given him.

"Thank you, Brother Er Leng!" Han Feng's heart was bursting with joy, but his face showed only a grateful, moved expression.

Han Li looked at him, his heart swelling with ambition.

As long as A Niu kept advancing at this lightning pace, becoming a First-rate Master, or even a Xiantian Master, was well within reach!

And when that day came, what threat would a mere Doctor Mo pose?

Just then, Han Feng dropped his smile, looking as though he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Brother Er Leng, there's something I'm not sure I should bring up."

"We're brothers—what can't you say?" Han Li waved a hand dismissively.

Han Feng pondered for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"How much do you really know about Doctor Mo of Divine Hand Valley?"

Han Li's movements froze. He didn't understand why Han Feng would suddenly bring this up.

"After I became a disciple of the Sect Master, I borrowed and read some of the sect's archives. I found something very strange."

Han Feng began the lie he had carefully woven.

"In the decades before Brother Er Leng was taken into the valley by Doctor Mo, he had accepted several dozen disciples. But every single one of them was either recorded as having gone missing midway or as having defected and fled down the mountain."

"In short, none of them met a good end, and there's been no word from any of them since."

Boom!

Those words struck Han Li's mind like a thunderclap.

He instantly thought of Zhang Tie from a few years ago—the one who had mastered the third layer of the Elephant Armor Skill but was declared a "defector" by Doctor Mo!

Han Li had never believed that the honest and simple Zhang Tie would betray anyone.

Now it seemed there really was a huge problem hidden beneath it all!

"Actually... I've long felt that something was off about Doctor Mo taking me as his disciple." Han Li let out a long sigh. The joy on his face was completely gone, replaced by a cloud of worry.