Han Li: Kill Them!

Han Feng watched the scene from afar and did not go over to disturb them.

He continued browsing as well, seeing whether he could find any special items worth buying.

Time passed, and ten days quickly went by.

The Southern Wasteland Gathering was nearing its end.

Over these past days, apart from purchasing that mysterious black fragment, Han Feng had gained nothing else.

Han Li, meanwhile, discovered that pills could be traded for items in place of spirit stones, and bought quite a few things he needed.

Night fell.

Inside the house Daoist Qingwen had rented.

"Fellow Daoist Han, the gathering ends today. We are planning to leave together tomorrow. What do you think?"

With a warm smile on his face, Daoist Qingwen once again invited Han Li.

Han Li had already made up his mind and directly shook his head in refusal.

"No need. I still have some personal matters to take care of, so I will not be traveling with you all."

A trace of barely perceptible strangeness flickered through Daoist Qingwen's eyes, but he swiftly resumed his smile.

"Since that is the case, then I wish Fellow Daoist Han a smooth journey."

Smiling, he stepped forward and warmly patted Han Li on the shoulder.

Although Han Li did not notice anything unusual, that faint yet persistent feeling of unease continued to linger in his heart.

Had Han Feng been here, he would have seen through it at a glance.

The trick Daoist Qingwen was using was exactly the same as that of the Chu Sheng brothers they had encountered at the Spirit Beast Mountain Market.

They most likely relied on some spirit insect they had raised to track a peculiar powder that ordinary people would find difficult to notice.

The next day, before dawn had fully broken.

Han Li quietly rose, packed his belongings, and became the first to leave Tainan Valley.

Within the dense forest outside the valley entrance, Han Feng had already been waiting for a long while.

He had calculated that, given Han Li's cautious nature, he would certainly leave ahead of everyone else.

"Brother Li, how were your gains these past few days?"

Han Feng looked at the approaching Han Li and asked with a smile.

"Not bad."

A faint smile appeared on Han Li's face as well. "I bought a Talisman Brush, as well as a copy of the Compendium of Basic Talismans. Once we return, I plan to properly study the art of Talisman Crafting."

Afterward, he mentioned the few Rogue Cultivators he had met at the gathering.

"Oh, right. I met several Rogue Cultivators. Their leader is called Daoist Qingwen, and he was extremely hospitable. They even invited me to travel with them, but I knew Brother Feng was still waiting for me, so I refused."

After hearing this, Han Feng spoke calmly.

"Brother Li, you may already have been targeted."

"Ah!"

Han Li was greatly startled by those words.

"The Immortal Cultivation World is treacherous. Brother Li, in the future, do not easily trust any cultivator who takes the initiative to approach you."

Han Feng offered him a reminder.

Han Li nodded deeply in agreement. Recalling Daoist Qingwen's excessive warmth, he felt a wave of lingering fear.

"Then what do we do now? Should we hurry and leave this place?"

"No rush." Han Feng's lips curved into a smile. "Since they have other intentions, I'll give them a big surprise."

Seeing Han Feng's confident expression, Han Li's suspended heart finally settled.

He had always trusted this cousin of his unconditionally.

What was more, Han Feng was now a top expert at the Thirteenth Level of Qi Condensation, his cultivation far surpassing that of Daoist Qingwen's group.

If they truly intended to kill them and seize their treasures, then all the better—they could seize those people's treasures instead!

At that thought, even Han Li could not help feeling tempted.

The two brothers said no more. Pretending to be completely unaware, they leisurely made their way down the mountain.

After traveling several dozen li, movement finally sounded behind them.

Several figures rapidly pursued them from the rear. In the blink of an eye, they landed before Han Li and blocked the road.

The one leading them was none other than that daoist in azure robes.

Beside him stood two cultivators at the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation: one was a burly man with a thick beard, while the other was a gloomy man dressed in yellow.

Han Feng had long since flashed behind a massive tree nearby and concealed himself.

"Fellow Daoist Han, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Not even saying goodbye?"

Daoist Qingwen spoke with a genial smile, yet his eyes revealed undisguised chill and greed.

He did not take Han Li, who was merely at the Eighth Level of Qi Refining, seriously at all.

"Enough. Make your move. Leave this brat to the two of you."

He gave the two men beside him an order, while his gaze swept the surroundings, as if searching for the other person's whereabouts.

"I'll go after the other one!"

The moment Daoist Qingwen finished speaking, he prepared to set off.

At the same time, the Yellow-robed Man and the Burly Man attacked without even exchanging a word!

The Yellow-robed Man raised a hand and produced a blue-black gourd artifact. As Magic Power surged through it, black light faintly gathered at its mouth. Clearly, it was charging up for a lethal strike.

The other Burly Man gave a low shout. A thick layer of Yellow Earth Light Armor instantly enveloped his body, and gripping a large saber that glinted with cold light, he charged fiercely at Han Li!

"Why are you trying to kill me?!"

Han Li was shocked and enraged. He had never expected that men who had been all smiles and brotherly camaraderie just moments ago would truly seek to put him to death in the blink of an eye.

Just as Brother Feng had said, in the Immortal Cultivation World, the human heart was treacherous!

"Hehe, once you're dead, you'll naturally find out!"

The Burly Man sneered savagely, bringing his large saber down mercilessly toward Han Li's head.