Han Li: A Niu, You Can Cultivate Immortality Too?

"Yin poison... Warm Sun Treasure Jade..."

Han Li muttered to himself.

"That old fox!"

He thought he had won, thought he had finally shaken off the nightmare that was Doctor Mo.

But in the end, he was still thoroughly outmaneuvered!

The so-called antidote was nothing but another death warrant!

"Brother Er Leng, what's the rush?"

A calm voice sounded beside him.

Han Feng reached out, plucked the letter full of vicious scheming from Han Li's hand, and tossed it casually to the ground, as if it were worthless trash.

"The letter said it, didn't it? This poison won't take effect for nearly two years. We've got plenty of time."

Han Feng's composure stood in stark contrast to Han Li's panic.

This steadying presence helped settle Han Li's chaotic thoughts somewhat.

Right, A Niu was still here.

This unfathomable cousin of his, who could gravely wound Doctor Mo with a single palm strike and behead him with one sword stroke—what was a mere slow-acting poison compared to that?

Han Li took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"A Niu, so now we..."

"Now, of course, we go deal with the other problem."

Han Feng's gaze swept past the wooden hut, fixing on the stone wall at the far end of the herb garden.

"That cultivator named Yu Zhitong, his Primordial Spirit is still hiding there."

Han Li's whole body jolted.

Right!

There was still one more!

Doctor Mo's letter had mentioned that cultivator, the one who had collaborated with him and masterminded the Body Seizure plot!

The two brothers wasted no time and set off at once.

They crossed the ravaged herb garden and soon arrived before a secluded stone wall.

Here, a Stone House had appeared, one they had never seen before.

It was built entirely from massive stone blocks, fitted together seamlessly.

The outer walls had been hastily whitewashed with lime water.

"Do you still have that poison water?"

Han Feng suddenly asked.

"Yes!"

Han Li nodded immediately, pulling out the small bamboo tube filled with deadly poison from his pocket.

Doctor Mo's letter had made it clear: Yu Zhitong's Primordial Spirit form was most vulnerable to poison and sunlight.

It was high noon now, the blazing sun overhead—Yu Zhitong couldn't escape even if he grew wings!

The two exchanged a glance. Han Feng stepped forward and, with a kick brimming with Internal Force, slammed his foot into the stone door.

Boom!

The heavy stone door shattered on impact, sending rubble flying.

A chill, damp air rushed out from within.

The Stone House was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

In the center of that darkness floated a fist-sized green light orb, emitting a faint, eerie glow that cast a ghostly pall over the entire room.

The orb seemed startled, trembling violently in the air.

"So it's you... you actually won..."

A weak, yet deeply shocked young man's voice came from within the orb.

"And Old Man Mo? Is he dead?"

Han Li didn't answer. Instead, he raised the bamboo tube of poison water and stepped closer.

"You bastard! Why did you conspire with Doctor Mo to harm me!"

Faced with Han Li's accusation, the green orb fell silent for a moment, then let out a self-mocking chuckle.

"Harm you? Kid, if it weren't for me, you'd still be farming in Han Family Village! It was I who gave you the chance to step onto the path of immortality! I who gave you the possibility of eternal life!"

Yu Zhitong's voice grew agitated.

"I was once... my Physical Body was destroyed, leaving only this lingering soul! I cooperated with Mo Juren—he helped me find a body with a Spiritual Root, and I taught him the Body Seizure technique. Each got what they needed—what's wrong with that?"

"What a pity—for all his scheming, he still underestimated the cunning of a country boy like you. Fine, fine! Since you've won, we'll go our separate ways and never cross paths again..."

"I can even introduce you to a cultivation sect, get you better cultivation techniques..."

Han Li was still thinking it over.

"Kill him."

Han Feng's indifferent voice cut through Han Li's thoughts.

"Mm!"

Han Li snapped back to reality and nodded firmly.

Letting a tiger return to the mountain only invites endless trouble!

He understood that principle.

"You wouldn't dare!"

Seeing their murderous intent was set, Yu Zhitong panicked completely.

"Want to kill me? Wishful thinking!!"

The green light mass suddenly flared with intense radiance, and a dangerous aura spread instantly.

But just then—

Shiiing!

A water arrow shot from the bamboo tube in Han Li's hand, striking the swelling green light mass with pinpoint accuracy.

"Aaaah—!"

A shrill, inhuman scream erupted abruptly.

The green light on the mass dimmed at a visible rate, as if drenched in concentrated acid, billowing with black smoke.

"No... my Primordial Spirit..."

Yu Zhitong's voice was filled with agony and despair.

Han Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath.

He turned and kicked viciously at another wall of the Stone House.

Boom!

The entire stone wall collapsed!

Torrents of blazing sunlight poured in unhindered, instantly illuminating the entire dark stone chamber.

"No! No—!"

As sunlight struck the Primordial Spirit mass, Yu Zhitong's shrieks grew even more piercing.

The already dim light mass melted away like snow under the scorching sun.

Han Feng slowly drew his long blade.

Huum!

A half-zhang-long, solid Blade Aura materialized once more.

He swept his arm.

A white streak of Blade Aura slashed across.