Han Li: A Niu, Save Me!

Next, Han Li strapped a dark iron cylinder to his left arm.

It was a compact sleeve crossbow mechanism.

Inside were three short bolts coated with lethal poison, which he had always kept as his final trump card for survival.

Everything was ready.

The two of them went over the plan's details once more.

"I'll go out first and lure that feathered beast away. You act according to the situation."

Han Li lowered his voice, a hint of barely suppressed tension in his words.

Han Feng merely nodded calmly.

"Don't worry, Brother Er Leng. You'll be fine."

That simple sentence carried a strange, almost magical power.

It instantly steadied Han Li's somewhat unsettled mind.

He took a deep breath, said no more, and bent down to step out of the cave that had hidden him for nearly a year.

Outside, the sunlight was blinding. Han Li squinted slightly.

The moment he appeared, the Cloud Wing Bird circling high above let out a sharp cry, dove down, and hovered ten zhang above his head, shadowing his every move.

Ignoring the surveillance overhead, Han Li strode forward, heading straight toward Divine Hand Valley.

Only after Han Li's figure disappeared around a bend in the forest did Han Feng emerge from the cave.

He glanced up at the small white dot in the sky, and in an instant, his aura was suppressed to its absolute limit.

His form flickered, merging into the shadows of the woods without making a single sound.

Like a top-tier predator, he silently trailed behind the Cloud Wing Bird.

Divine Hand Valley.

Doctor Mo's small wooden cabin stood as always, quietly nestled among the medicinal fields.

Han Li's figure appeared at the valley entrance, his steps steady as he walked straight toward the cabin.

The sun hung high; the early autumn light still carried a hint of sweltering heat, making one feel sluggish.

Inside the cabin, Doctor Mo sat in a wooden armchair, resting with his eyes closed.

His face was gaunt, covered in deep wrinkles. He looked utterly decrepit, as if he were seventy or eighty years old, on the verge of drawing his last breath.

In truth, he was only thirty-six or thirty-seven.

Hearing footsteps outside, Doctor Mo's murky eyes snapped open, a flicker of surprise flashing through them.

He pushed open the wooden door, and when he saw Han Li standing there—the very person he had been longing for—his aged face instantly lit up with a mix of joy and astonishment!

A whole month early!

This brat had actually come to him a month ahead of schedule!

Didn't that mean...

"Good! Good! Good!"

Doctor Mo exclaimed three times, barely able to contain the ecstasy surging within him.

"Come in, quickly, Han Li!"

He greeted him warmly, stepping aside to make way.

Han Li walked in with a blank expression.

He wasn't afraid.

He had long since understood Doctor Mo's strength through his cousin's analysis.

Peak First-rate Master.

And his own cousin, A Niu, was now a martial artist far beyond that level—a super-first-rate existence.

Besides, youth triumphs over age!

His cousin's blood and qi were vigorous, while Doctor Mo was already showing signs of imminent death.

As long as he could trick the old monster into handing over the Corpse Worm Pill's antidote, today would be his end!

"Come, sit. Let me check your cultivation progress!"

Doctor Mo rubbed his hands together, grinning as he reached for Han Li's wrist, his eyes brimming with undisguised greed and impatience.

But Han Li subtly stepped back half a pace, evading his grasp.

"Doctor Mo, I'm here now. Shouldn't you give me the antidote first?"

His voice was calm, betraying no emotion.

Doctor Mo's movements paused, and then he burst into loud laughter.

"You're not still doubting your master, are you?"

As he spoke, he pulled a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and tipped out a black pill.

"Take it. Your master keeps his word."

Han Li took the pill, brought it to his nose, and sniffed. A faint, sweet, fishy odor reached him.

At this point, the other party shouldn't be trying to fool him with fake medicine again.

After all, he was the other's only hope.

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Li tossed the pill into his mouth and swallowed it directly.

As the pill entered his stomach, a cool aura instantly spread out.

He could clearly sense the Corpse Worm Pill that had been coiled in his lower abdomen, tormenting him day and night, rapidly dissolving into nothing.

The restraint was broken!

Han Li's heart surged with wild joy, but his face remained impassive.

"Han Li, back then your master fed you the Corpse Worm Pill out of necessity, all to push you to train hard..."

Doctor Mo put on a sincere expression, smiling as he drew closer.

This time, Han Li didn't dodge.

Doctor Mo's withered hand grabbed Han Li's wrist, and a surge of Internal Force probed inside.

The next moment, he felt the spiritual power within Han Li's body—still weak, but brimming with unending life!

Evergreen Skill, Fourth Layer!

It was truly achieved!

"Ha ha... ha ha ha ha!"

Doctor Mo could no longer contain himself, throwing his head back in wild laughter.

The laughter was filled with years of suppressed madness and the smugness of finally getting what he wanted.

But just then!

A sudden change occurred!