"Malicious 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.
Yet in the end, he was still calculated down to the last detail!
The so-called antidote was fundamentally just another death warrant!
"Brother Er Leng, what are you panicking for?"
A calm voice sounded beside him.
Han Feng reached out, pulling the suicide note filled with malicious scheming right out of Han Li's hands, and tossed it casually onto the ground, as though it were some worthless piece of trash.
"Didn't the letter say so? This poison takes nearly two years to act; we have plenty of time."
Han Feng's composure formed a sharp contrast with Han Li's panic.
This steady strength allowed Han Li's chaotic thoughts to settle down a bit.
Right, A Niu was still here.
This unfathomable cousin of his could heavily injure Doctor Mo with a single palm and decapitate him with a single blade—what was mere chronic poison compared to that?
Han Li took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"A Niu, then what should we..."
"Now, of course, we go solve another trouble."
Han Feng's gaze crossed over the wooden house, casting toward the patch of stone walls at the end of the medicinal garden.
"That Nascent Soul of the cultivator called Yu Zhitong is still hiding right over there, isn't he?"
Han Li's entire body shook.
Right!
There was still one more!
Doctor Mo's letter had mentioned him—that cultivator who had cooperated with him and single-handedly plotted the Body Seizure conspiracy!
The two brothers did not hesitate any longer, immediately setting off.
They crossed the thoroughly ruined medicinal garden, quickly arriving before a secluded stone wall.
Here, a stone house that had never been seen before had somehow appeared.
The stone house was built entirely from massive stones, fitted tightly together without a gap.
The outer walls had been simply whitewashed with lime water.
"Do you still have your poisonous liquid?"
Han Feng suddenly asked.
"I do!"
Han Li nodded immediately, pulling out the small bamboo tube containing the deadly poison from his bosom.
Doctor Mo's suicide note wrote it clearly: Yu Zhitong's Nascent Soul body feared poisonous liquid and sunlight the most.
It was currently midday with the blazing sun hanging high in the sky; this Yu Zhitong had no way to fly away!
The two exchanged a glance, and Han Feng stepped forward, kicking directly onto the stone door with a foot brimming with Internal Force.
Boom!
The heavy stone door shattered in response, and rock fragments scattered in all directions.
A cold, damp aura rushed toward them from inside the door.
The interior of the stone house was pitch black, unable to see one's hand before one's face.
Right in the center of this darkness, a fist-sized green ball of light was suspended, emitting a faint green glow that cast the entire stone chamber in a ghostly atmosphere.
That ball of light seemed startled, trembling violently in the air.
"It's you... you actually won..."
A weak youth's voice carrying extreme shock came out from within the ball of light.
"Where is old ghost Mo? Is he dead?"
Han Li did not answer, instead raising the bamboo tube of poisonous liquid in his hand and advancing step by step.
"You bastard! Why did you conspire with Doctor Mo to harm me?"
Facing Han Li's interrogation, that green ball of light fell silent for a moment, then emitted a burst of self-deprecating, light laughter.
"Harm you? Kid, if not for me, you would still be farming in Han Family Village right now! It was me who gave you the chance to step onto the immortal path! It was me who gave you the possibility of longevity!"
Yu Zhitong's voice became agitated.
"I was originally... my physical body destroyed, left with only a sliver of residual soul! I cooperated with Mo Juren; he helped me find a physical body with a Spiritual Root, and I passed down my Body Seizure technique to him. We each took what we needed—what is wrong with that!"
"What a pity, for all his scheming, he still underestimated the cunning of a country boy like you! Oh well, so be it! Since you won, you and I will mind our own business..."
"I can even recommend the two of you to join an immortal cultivation sect to acquire better cultivation techniques..."
Han Li was still thinking.
"Kill him."
Han Feng's indifferent voice interrupted Han Li's thoughts.
"Right!"
Han Li woke up instantly, nodding heavily.
Letting a tiger back to the mountain spells endless trouble in the future!
He understood this principle!
"You dare!"
Seeing that the two had decided on killing him, Yu Zhitong completely panicked.
"Want to kill me? Delusional!"
That green ball of light abruptly burst with dazzling light, and a dangerous aura instantly permeated the air.
Yet right at that moment!
Swoosh!
An arrow of water shot out fiercely from the bamboo tube in Han Li's hand, striking the expanding green ball of light with pinpoint accuracy.
"Ah—!"
A miserable scream, so shrill it didn't sound human, suddenly rang out.
The green light on the ball of light rapidly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, bubbling with wisps of black smoke as if it had been doused in concentrated sulfuric acid.
"No... my Nascent Soul..."
Yu Zhitong's voice was filled with pain and despair.
Han Feng did not give him any breathing room whatsoever.
He turned, facing the other wall of the stone house, and kicked out fiercely once more!
Rumble!
The entire stone wall collapsed with a crash!
Massive sheets of scorching sunlight poured in without obstruction, instantly illuminating the entire dark stone chamber.
"No! No—!"
As the sunlight shone upon the Nascent Soul ball of light, Yu Zhitong's shrieks grew even more shrill.
That already dim ball of light melted away rapidly like snow beneath the blazing sun.
Han Feng slowly drew his long blade.
Hum!
A half-zhang-long, solid Blade Aura materialized once more.
He swung his arm.
A sheet of Blade Aura like white silk swept across.
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