Han Li Reappears, Utterly Ordinary!

Watching the heart-stopping street battle on the screen, the audience of the Douluo Continent was utterly dumbfounded.

Balak Kingdom, Shrek Academy.

Dai Mubai's mismatched eyes were wide as saucers, his face filled with disbelief.

"These people... don't have martial souls?"

Oscar beside him had his mouth hanging open as well, nodding repeatedly.

"No martial souls, and no fluctuations of soul power either."

"But that bald man's physical defense is practically comparable to that of some low-level defense-type Battle Soul Masters."

"And that skinny swordsman—he can run across walls and rooftops, and unleash sword qi."

"With that speed and killing power, an ordinary level-twenty agility-attack Grand Soul Master would probably not even know how he died if he encountered him!"

A stormy sea had been stirred within the hearts of the Shrek Academy group.

On the Douluo Continent, soul power was the foundation of everything.

Without soul power, no matter how long ordinary people trained in martial arts, they would at most become farmers who were a little stronger.

Yet now, these mortals on the screen had slapped them hard across the face with the facts.

So what if they had no soul power?

Relying on things called "internal energy" and "lightness skill," they could still leap several zhang at a time and cleave through refined steel!

Yu Xiaogang stood at the front, his expression ashen.

He felt as though his entire theoretical system was being dismantled piece by piece by this world.

Tang San, meanwhile, stared intently at the swordsman using lightness skill.

"This isn't just internal energy. This is clearly a complete martial arts inheritance."

Tang San silently assessed it in his heart.

"Although this lightness skill and swordsmanship are inferior to my Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Mystic Jade Hand,"

"the fact that they can unleash such power without the support of soul power shows that martial arts in this world have developed to an extraordinarily lofty peak."

"If even ordinary secular sects are this formidable, just how deep is this world's foundation?"

Star Luo Empire imperial palace.

The Star Luo Emperor, who had been mocking Hu Yingjun moments ago, now silently shut his mouth.

If the Star Luo Empire's elite soldiers were placed in this small town, then against these martial arts experts who could run across walls and rooftops, they would likely only face one-sided slaughter.

On the screen, the battle between the two groups continued, growing increasingly intense.

The roadside stalls had been smashed to pieces, and the pedestrians had long since fled without a trace.

Hu Yingjun hid in an alley with his hands over his head, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The pig-slaughtering strength he had been so proud of was not worth a fart in front of these martial arts experts.

Even a stray burst of sword qi could split a crack through the bluestone slabs at the alley entrance.

If that landed on a person, wouldn't they be cleaved in two on the spot?

Just as the battle reached its most feverish point, with both sides red-eyed from killing, an unexpected change quietly arrived.

In the middle of the street stood a two-story open-air teahouse.

Because the fighting had become too intense, several Seven Mysteries Sect disciples were forced back step by step by the Wild Wolf Gang members. They crashed straight through the wooden doors on the first floor of the teahouse and fell into the main hall.

"Kill them!"

A hall master of the Wild Wolf Gang raised the large saber in his hand and charged into the teahouse with several subordinates.

As his saber swung, it not only cut down those Seven Mysteries Sect disciples, but also casually split a square table in the center of the hall into two.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and tea splashed in all directions.

Beside that square table sat a middle-aged man in a gray robe, who looked somewhat downcast.

He still held a chipped teacup in his hand, leisurely sipping tea.

The splashing tea and flying wood chips landed on his gray robe.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly.

He set down his teacup and raised his head. A trace of undisguised irritation flashed through his somewhat clouded eyes.

"Old bastard, what are you looking at? Get lost!"

The Wild Wolf Gang hall master was in the midst of a killing frenzy. Seeing this annoying middle-aged man, he casually cursed at him and even intended to slash him with his blade.

To everyone on Douluo Continent, this middle-aged man was definitely doomed.

Yet, facing that gleaming saber, the middle-aged man showed not the slightest panic. He did not even rise to his feet.

"Too noisy."

The middle-aged man's lips moved slightly as he uttered two icy words.

Then, he raised his right hand and casually flicked his sleeve forward.

He used no hidden weapons, nor was there any sign of internal energy surging.

It was merely such a light, casual sweep.

"Whoosh!"

A crescent-shaped cyan wind blade instantly shot out from his sleeve.

The wind blade swelled rapidly in the air, becoming over a meter long in the blink of an eye.

With a piercing shriek through the air, it sliced through the Wild Wolf Gang hall master's refined steel saber as easily as cutting tofu.

Its momentum undiminished, it flashed straight past the hall master's waist.

Immediately afterward, the cyan wind blade traced a perfect semicircle through the teahouse hall.

It encompassed the dozen or so Wild Wolf Gang members who had rushed in, along with the Seven Mysteries Sect disciples on the ground who had not yet drawn their last breaths.

"Thud! Thud!"

A series of dull impacts echoed out.

The martial arts masters who had been vigorous just a second ago, displaying all manner of peerless techniques, had now all become corpses split into two on the floor.

Blood instantly stained the teahouse floor red.

Instant kill.

An utterly unreasonable mass instant kill.

Outside the teahouse, the two groups who had been fighting outside saw the strange and terrifying scene in the hall.

They all froze stiffly in place as though struck by a paralysis spell.

They stared at the middle-aged man sitting amid the pile of corpses, still holding his teacup, their eyes filled with unprecedented terror.

"Imm... Immortal Master!"

No one knew who shouted it first.

The next moment, the dozens of martial arts masters outside, who had been so imposing just moments before, all dropped to their knees in the pool of blood with thuds, not daring to lift their heads. Their entire bodies shook like sieves.

The middle-aged man rose to his feet and dusted the wood chips from his long robe.

He did not so much as glance at the corpses on the ground, only casting a regretful look at the half-bowl of coarse tea that had been spilled.

"What a bunch of mortals who don't know their own limits."

"They ruined this itinerant cultivator's elegant enjoyment of tea."

The middle-aged man casually took out half a piece of broken silver and tossed it onto the counter nearby.

Then, he formed a hand seal with one hand.

His entire body turned into a streak of gray light, blasting directly through the teahouse roof and soaring into the sky before vanishing into the vast sea of clouds.

All that remained were the martial arts masters kneeling across the street, and Hu Yingjun, hiding in an alley with his pants already soaked in urine from fright.

Watching the plot take such a sudden turn, everyone on Douluo Continent once again felt that profound sense of helplessness.

Inside Spirit Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan swallowed, his voice trembling slightly.

"Judging by the energy fluctuations, that gray-robed middle-aged man was only a low-level itinerant cultivator at the middle stage of Qi Refinement, right?"

Bibi Dong nodded with a grave expression.

"Correct. At most, he was equivalent to a Soul Master of around level ten or so on our Douluo Continent."

"But that wind blade he used, whether in terms of solidity or sharpness, far surpassed our Grand Soul Masters."

The higher-ups in the hall all fell silent.

Just moments ago, they had still been marveling at how formidable the mortal martial arts of that world were.

Those martial arts masters who wielded internal energy and lightness skills could even rival some low-level battle Soul Masters.

But what was the result?

Before true cultivators, even the lowliest, most destitute rogue cultivator at the Qi Refining stage

could kill them with a casual wave of the hand.

"Mortals are all ants."

Gui Mei stepped out of the shadows and sighed.

"In that world, no matter how skilled your mundane martial arts are, no matter how famous you are in the martial world,"

"as long as you have not crossed the threshold into cultivation,"

"in the eyes of immortal masters, you are no different from the weeds by the roadside or the ants on the ground."

"If they are unhappy, they can erase you with a flick of the hand."

At Shrek Academy, Tang San's expression shifted unpredictably.

The Tang Sect martial arts he had always been so proud of seemed utterly laughable before the wind blades that old man had casually unleashed.

No matter how good your lightness skill was, could you evade that kind of instantaneous area-of-effect spell?

No matter how fast your hidden weapons were, could they outspeed someone flying on a sword?

This was the gulf between entirely different systems of power, a class barrier that could not be crossed no matter how far one pushed martial arts to their limits.

The scene on the heavenly screen lingered for a moment on Hu Yingjun's pale face.

Then, the window began to shrink.

This meant that Hu Yingjun, a mere mortal, was destined to be nothing more than an observer in this cultivation world.

He had no spiritual roots and no fortuitous opportunities. He could only struggle on in some corner of the mortal world.

Immediately afterward, the third window began enlarging at the center of the light screen.

[Current livestream perspective locked: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Level 27 Grand Soul Master, Liu Yunfei.]

[Transmission location: Mortal Cultivation World, Human Realm, Southern Heaven Cultivation World, Tai Nan Gathering.]

As the image on the light screen shifted, a bustling, clamorous scene appeared before everyone.

This was an enormous valley shrouded in dense mist that never dispersed throughout the year.

At the center of the valley was a broad plaza paved with bluestone slabs.

The plaza was packed with people and buzzing with activity.

Countless cultivators dressed in all manner of clothing gathered in groups of twos and threes.

Some had spread ragged cloths on the ground, displaying herbs that gave off a faint glow and several sheets of yellow paper covered in incomprehensible talismans.

Others were shouting loudly as they haggled with stall owners.

This was the Tai Nan Gathering, a fairly famous novice trading market within the Yue Kingdom of the Southern Heaven Cultivation World.

Liu Yunfei stood at the edge of the plaza, secretly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

He wore the luxurious attire of an inner disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. A jade pendant set with gemstones hung from his waist, making him look every bit like the young master of a wealthy family.

Yet his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness it isn't some desolate wilderness..."

Liu Yunfei swallowed, silently rejoicing.

He was only a Level 27 Grand Soul Master, and his martial soul was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which possessed no offensive power whatsoever.

If he had been transported into a pack of demon beasts like those before him, he probably would not even have had a chance to run. He would have become their food on the spot.

Now that he had arrived in a place resembling a marketplace, surrounded entirely by humans, his taut nerves relaxed slightly.

Heaven Dou City, main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

As Ning Fengzhi watched the scene on the light screen, the heart that had been lodged in his throat finally settled back into his chest.

He let out a long breath and even picked up the teacup on the table for a sip.

"Sect Master, that boy Yunfei has decent luck."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong, standing to the side, smiled as well, a hint of relief appearing on his face.

"Judging by the state of this place, it should be a market where cultivators trade items."

"As long as there is trade, things will be easier to handle."

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, a merchant's shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Indeed."

"Although Yunfei's cultivation talent is average, he has always worked in the sect under the elder in charge of outer sect procurement. He is very quick-witted."

"Since it is a market, there are rules. Usually, people are not allowed to attack at will."

Ning Fengzhi looked at Liu Yunfei in the light screen, his tone carrying a hint of anticipation.

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect may lack everything else, but we have plenty of money and treasures."

"Yunfei's soul tool is stocked with quite a few gold soul coins and high-grade gemstones."

"As long as he can use that mundane wealth to trade for even the most basic cultivation technique at that market and bring it back..."

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be able to seize the initiative in this changing situation!"

Ning Fengzhi's calculations were loud and clear.

In his view, although cultivators stood high above ordinary people, those low-level cultivators might still be interested in exquisite gemstones and gold.

As long as trade was possible, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was not afraid of spending money.

On the screen, Liu Yunfei was making the same calculations.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and began slowly wandering around the square.

He did not dare walk too quickly, afraid of drawing attention.

Along the way, he pricked up his ears and carefully listened to the cultivators' conversations.

"This ten-year Purple Monkey Flower can be exchanged for three low-grade spirit stones."

"Fellow cultivator, how much are you selling this beginner Water Shield Talisman for?"

Listening to these unfamiliar terms, Liu Yunfei roughly understood that the currency used here was something called "spirit stones."

He touched the storage soul tool at his waist and began considering what he could use to strike up a conversation.

After making a round of the market, Liu Yunfei's gaze settled on an inconspicuous stall tucked away in a corner.

The stall owner was a young man dressed in a gray robe.

The young man looked utterly ordinary, with dark skin—the sort of person who would be impossible to pick out in a crowd.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, with a gray cloth spread out before him.

Several talismans, two somewhat wilted medicinal herbs, and two tattered thread-bound books lay atop the cloth.

The covers of those two books faintly bore the words Eternal Spring Technique and Fireball Spell.

The moment he saw those basic techniques, Liu Yunfei's eyes lit up.

He had previously watched Zhang Tiezhu's livestream and knew that the Eternal Spring Technique was the most basic introductory cultivation method in the cultivation world.

This is it!

Liu Yunfei was overjoyed.

Looking at the dark-faced young man, who appeared honest and plainly dressed, he assumed the other party was a low-level independent cultivator without any backing—someone who would be easy to fool.

Liu Yunfei straightened his clothes and strode over with confidence.

However, at the very instant he approached that stall—

On Douluo Continent, at Shrek Academy's training ground—

Tang San's eyes abruptly widened, his pupils uncontrollably shrinking to pinpoints.

The people beside him cried out in shock, pointing at the light screen overhead with trembling fingers.

"Holy shit!"

"T-That person..."

At the same time, it was not only Shrek Academy.

Within Spirit Hall's Papal Hall—

Bibi Dong rose directly from her throne, disbelief flashing through her beautiful eyes.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was so startled that he dropped the chrysanthemum in his hand to the floor.

The moment everyone across the entire Douluo Continent saw that stall owner's face, a chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the tops of their heads.

That gray-clothed young man, with dark skin and an utterly unremarkable face—

Who looked just like an honest country bumpkin—

Was absolutely not some easily fooled low-level independent cultivator!

He was the ruthless man who had killed a Spirit Hall deacon despite being at a lower level, looted the corpse after killing him, then burned him to ashes and even scattered the ashes afterward!

He was the chosen son of destiny personally certified by the heavenly screen, one who carried the immense fortune of the cultivation world and was expected to ascend to the immortal realm in the future!

Han Li!