Then Han Li tied a dark iron cylinder to his left arm.
That was a compact sleeve-arrow mechanism.
It concealed three short darts coated in virulent poison, which he always treated as his final life-saving trump card.
Everything was ready.
The two men confirmed the details of the plan once more.
"I'll go out first and lure that feathered beast away. You act according to the situation."
Han Li lowered his voice, his words carrying a trace of suppressed tension.
Han Feng merely nodded calmly.
"Don't worry, Brother Er Leng, you'll be fine."
This simple sentence seemed to carry a strange, magical power.
It instantly calmed Han Li's somewhat chaotic state of mind.
He took a deep breath, spoke no more, and bent down to walk out of the cave that had concealed him for nearly a year.
Outside the cave, the sunlight was blinding, and Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly.
Almost the moment he appeared, the Cloud Wing Bird circling high in the sky let out a sharp cry and dove down, hovering ten zhang above his head like a shadow clinging to its form.
Han Li ignored the surveillance overhead, set off at a stride, and walked straight toward Divine Hand Valley.
Once Han Li's figure disappeared around the bend in the mountain woods, Han Feng emerged from the cave.
He glanced up at the small white dot in the sky, and his entire presence converged to the absolute limit in an instant.
His figure flickered, blending into the shadows among the trees without making the slightest sound.
Like a top-tier predator, he silently trailed behind the Cloud Wing Bird.
Divine Hand Valley.
Doctor Mo's small wooden house stood quietly among the herb garden, just as it had in the past.
Han Li's figure appeared at the valley entrance, his steps steady as he walked all the way toward the wooden house.
At that moment, the sun hung high, and the early autumn sunlight still carried a hint of oppressive heat, making people feel somewhat lazy.
Inside the wooden house, Doctor Mo was sitting in an armchair, resting with his eyes closed.
His face was withered, his skin covered in deep wrinkles, and he looked utterly decrepit as if he were seventy or eighty years old and might draw his last breath at any moment.
Yet in reality, he was only thirty-six or thirty-seven.
Hearing the footsteps coming from outside, Doctor Mo's turbid eyes suddenly snapped open, a flash of surprise crossing them.
He pushed open the wooden door, and when he saw that the person standing outside was none other than the Han Li he had been yearning for day and night, that old face instantly bloomed with an expression of mingled surprise and joy!
A month early!
The brat actually delivered himself right to his doorstep a full month early!
Doesn't that mean...
"Good! Good! Good!"
Doctor Mo said the word "good" three times in a row, the wild joy in his heart nearly impossible to suppress.
"Come on in quickly, Han Li!"
He greeted him warmly, stepping aside to clear a path.
Han Li walked in with a blank expression.
He was not afraid.
He had long since understood Doctor Mo's strength completely through his cousin's analysis.
Peak First-rate Master.
And his cousin A Niu was already a transcendent first-rate existence in martial arts nowadays.
Besides, fists fear the young and vigorous!
His cousin's blood and Qi were vibrant, while Doctor Mo currently showed signs of nearing death.
As long as he could trick him into giving up the antidote for the Corpse Worm Pill, today would be this old monster's day of death!
"Come, sit, let me check your cultivation progress!"
Doctor Mo rubbed his hands, smiling cheerfully as he reached out to grab Han Li's wrist, the greed and impatience in his gaze completely undisguised.
Han Li, however, took half a step back without leaving a trace, avoiding his hand.
"Doctor Mo, I've already arrived. Shouldn't you give me the antidote first?"
His voice was very calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Doctor Mo's movement paused, and then he burst into a loud laugh.
"You brat, do you still not trust your master?"
As he spoke, he reached into his bosom and pulled out a small porcelain bottle, pouring out a black pellet.
"Take it. Your master keeps his word."
Han Li received the pellet and brought it to the tip of his nose to sniff; a faint, fishy-sweet scent wafted over.
At this point, the other party shouldn't resort to using a fake medicine to trick him anymore.
After all, he was the man's only hope.
Without the slightest hesitation, Han Li tossed the pellet into his mouth and swallowed it directly.
The pellet entered his stomach, and a cool sensation instantly dispersed.
He could clearly feel that the Corpse Worm Pill entrenched in his lower abdomen, which had made him restless day and night, was rapidly melting and turning into nothingness.
The restraint was lifted!
A surge of wild joy welled up in Han Li's heart, but his face remained completely unmoved.
"Han Li, my master feeding you the Corpse Worm Pill back then was also out of helplessness; it was all to urge you to practice your martial arts diligently..."
With an earnest expression, Doctor Mo smiled as he drew closer.
This time, Han Li did not dodge again.
Doctor Mo's withered claws grabbed Han Li's wrist, and an Internal Force probed into it.
The next moment, he felt the spiritual energy inside Han Li's body that, though still very weak, was pulsing with endless life!
Evergreen Skill, fourth layer!
He really succeeded in cultivating it!
"Haha... hahaha!"
Doctor Mo could no longer hold back, throwing his head back and laughing wildly toward the sky.
His laughter was filled with years of suppressed madness and the triumph of a wish about to be fulfilled.
Yet right at that moment!
A sudden change occurred!
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