Answer my question first.
Han Xuanji asked with a smile.
Han Yun a deep breath, knowing that the other party probably meant no harm, and said frankly:
"I just don't want these things to interfere with my cultivation. Of course, if my cultivation level reaches a point where it's difficult to improve further, I will also engage in other matters."
"That's good; you do have a clear plan for your future."
Han Xuanji nodded, thinking that this young man was a promising talent.
Seeing that Han Xuanji seemed satisfied with his answers, Han Yun breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had passed the test.
He was somewhat puzzled as to why this seemingly extremely powerful being, who might even be above True Immortal or Mystic Immortal, would seek out him, an ordinary ascendant.
In the Immortal Realm today, there are far more ascendants than in the past.
The probability of producing good talents is not small, but most people can only be the lowest-ranking disciples or even slaves in the Immortal Realm.
He was lucky; the Spirit Realm he belonged to seemed to have always been deliberately favored, so he wasn't enslaved and was guaranteed to be assigned to a sect to cultivate.
This is also thanks to Han Xuanji. Because of his existence, not only did the Spirit Void Heavenly Palace benefit, but the Great Void Spirit Realm also received special treatment. Ascendants from other Spirit Realm were not so lucky.
Han Xuanji took in all the changes in his expression and naturally sensed the faint aura deep within his consciousness. He spoke calmly:
"Is there a soul in your sea of consciousness? It's not an accident that it fell into slumber; it's just that it hasn't adapted to the environment of the Immortal Realm yet and needs time to awaken."
Upon hearing this, Han Yun's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with shock:
"Senior... how did you know?"
The mysterious senior before him had seen through his secret at a glance; his strength was unimaginable.
At the same time, he recalled the scene of his ascension. At that time, Han Shou could not find a suitable physical body, so he could only ascend with him in the form of a divine soul. However, after arriving in the Immortal Realm, Han Shou fell into a deep sleep and has been recuperating in a divine soul treasure in his sea of consciousness ever since. He has been worried about Han Shou's condition.
Han Xuanji smiled but did not answer directly. Instead, he raised his hand and sent an invisible force directly into Han Yun's sea of consciousness.
The power was gentle yet immense, without the slightest aggression, and instantly enveloped a round, altar-shaped object deep within the sea of consciousness.
Han Yun immediately felt a surge of comfort in his mind and a warm feeling throughout his body.
In an instant, the dormant divine treasure suddenly lit up with a faint light. Immediately afterward, a faint but increasingly clear fluctuation of divine thought emanated from the artifact, which was none other than Han Shou, who had been sleeping for a long time.
Han Yun was startled and quickly looked into his sea of consciousness. He saw a phantom middle-aged figure slowly coalescing within the divine soul treasure. It was Han Shou, who was now opening his eyes blankly. Although his aura was still somewhat weak, he was already awake.
Overwhelmed with joy, Han Yun could no longer contain himself and kowtowed deeply to Han Xuanji, his voice choked with emotion and filled with gratitude.
"I will never forget your great kindness, senior!"
Han Shou is like a second parent to me. Saving him is equivalent to saving my own life. I don't know how to repay this kindness and gratitude!
He kowtowed repeatedly, his heart filled with trepidation.
He knew perfectly well that he had no connection with this mysterious senior, and that the other party's strength was unfathomable. Why would the senior offer help for no apparent reason?
There's no such thing as a free lunch; the senior must have something in mind.
Han Yun made a silent vow: as long as it didn't violate his cultivation principles or harm the innocent, he would do his best to repay this kindness, no matter what his senior instructed him to do.
In his sea of consciousness, Han Shou slowly regained consciousness, his eyes still filled with a hint of confusion. His voice echoed in Han Yun's mind:
"Kid? Where is this? You've successfully ascended?"
The moment he finished speaking, he sensed the immense and terrifying aura emanating from beyond Han Yun's consciousness. Following Han Yun's perception, when he saw the figure in the blue Daoist robe in the herb garden, Han Shou was instantly dumbfounded, his soul trembled violently, and even his telepathic communication became stuttering:
"Little... boy! Who... who is that?"
This aura... this is definitely that of an unparalleled expert! How did you become acquainted with such a powerful figure?
Han Yun smiled bitterly to himself and replied:
"I don't know the senior's background either. He suddenly appeared in the herb garden, saw through your slumber at a glance, and even woke you up."
I was wondering why you helped us... By the way, how are you feeling? Are you alright?
Han Shou remained silent for a while, which made Han Yun somewhat uneasy.
The next second, Han Shou said:
"My condition is... incredibly good, and my spiritual power is several times stronger than when I was at my peak. Even my past hidden injuries have been completely healed!"
I'm still getting stronger... this is an incredible stroke of luck!
Han Shou sensed that his soul was being nourished by a mysterious power, and his soul was constantly growing stronger. In just the time it took to speak, he felt that his soul had become stronger again.
Han Yun listened to Han Shou's words with envy and admired Han Xuanji's methods even more.
With a seemingly effortless gesture, he not only awakened Han Shou but also bestowed upon him a great fortune—or rather, a fortune bestowed upon him while healing him. This method was simply divine. Just who is this senior?
A moment later, Han Shou, unable to wait any longer, transformed into a phantom old man's figure, floated out of Han Yun's sea of consciousness, hovered in front of Han Xuanji, and knelt down respectfully to Han Xuanji, his tone full of gratitude:
"Thank you so much for saving my life, senior! Thank you for bestowing this blessing upon me! I can never repay your kindness, senior!"
Han Xuanji looked at Han Shou, who was performing this grand ceremony, and his smile remained gentle as he waved his hand lightly:
"No need for formalities, this is what you deserve."
Han Shou was taken aback, the gratitude on his face froze, and his eyes were full of confusion—he had never met this senior before, so how could he be entitled to such gratitude?
But the next second, as he looked at Han Xuanji's eyebrows and the faint Daoist aura around him, a familiar feeling suddenly welled up in his heart. Memories that had been sealed for many years surged up instantly, and a long-forgotten figure in his memory gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.
Han Shou trembled all over, and he shakily raised his head, his eyes filled with awe and disbelief. His lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, he managed to squeeze out a sentence, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible:
"You... are you that esteemed person?"
He spoke with almost all his might at the end, his heart filled with both excitement and fear, afraid that he had mistaken someone for someone else and offended this terrifying being.
Han Xuanji looked at his almost out-of-control excited appearance, still with a gentle smile on her face, and slowly nodded. Without saying anything more, she had already given her answer.
Despite having suspected it beforehand, Han Shou couldn't contain his excitement any longer when it was confirmed.
"My lord! It really is you! I did it! I did not fail your trust! I did not break the promise I made to you."