Chapter 1126

Now that Han Li had separated from the ice phoenix, he put away the Xu Tian Ding and flew toward the island.

He naturally wasn't looking to cause trouble for the cultivators on the island; he simply wanted to clarify his location and learn about the situation in the 'Luan' Xinghai, then consider how to return near Kuixing Island and find the ancient teleportation array from that day.

The middle-aged man directly approached him and extended such an enthusiastic invitation, which was somewhat unexpected to Han Li, but it also happened to suit his intentions, so he didn't decline further and readily agreed.

With his current divine abilities, he no longer feared that ordinary cultivators would harbor any other thoughts toward him.

Seeing Han Li readily agree, the Gan-surnamed middle-aged man felt both surprised and delighted; he hastily sent a sound transmission talisman back to three junior disciples, then politely guided Han Li to fly into the island.

At this time, Han Li briefly inquired about the nearby sea conditions and only then learned that the island ahead was called Kumen Island, a fairly large island with several cities built for mortal residents, entirely occupied by the Huangsha Men alone.

However, hundreds of thousands of li north of this Kumen Island lay one of the Twelve Xing Islands, Gui Xing Island.

Upon hearing this, Han Li's heart stirred.

With his extraordinary memory, he still clearly remembered the map of the 'Luan' Xinghai sea region from years ago; if he wasn't mistaken, his current location was not too far from Tianxing City, though it was farther from Kuixing Island, and the route happened to pass by Tianxing City.

Speaking of the 'Luan' Xinghai, the number of demon beasts there was certainly not comparable to that of Tiannan and the Great Jin; however, Han Li now had no interest whatsoever in the demon cores of low-level demon beasts.

Demon beasts of eighth level or higher that had transformed into human form had already opened their spiritual wisdom and could not be lured by Ni Chang grass.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind making another trip to the outer Xinghai.

Thinking thus, Han Li was brought by the middle-aged cultivator to fly over the harbor and directly deep into the island's interior for over ten thousand li, arriving above a mountain with dense spiritual energy and a picturesque, elegant appearance.

At the summit of this mountain stood a magnificent complex of palaces, with jade terraces and towering pavilions everywhere, and several unidentified beautiful spiritual birds circled and danced in the sky, actually creating a scene resembling a fairyland's spiritual mountain.

"Gan Daoist, your sect is indeed extraordinarily prosperous!" Seeing this, Han Li smiled slightly at the middle-aged cultivator and said.

"Haha, letting Han Xiong see your embarrassment. These are just some junior disciples causing trouble on their own." The Gan-surnamed middle-aged man, however, gave a bitter laugh twice.

After all, for cultivators at the Yuan Ying level, such artificially constructed false scenery was rather not worth noticing.

Han Li smiled again but said nothing more; before the two could even land, a sound of celestial music came from the peak, and two teams of beautiful female cultivators dressed in various 'colored' palace attire emerged from the palaces below, led by the three Nascent Soul-stage male and female cultivators, though at this moment their expressions toward Han Li, naturally respectful, also carried deep reverence.

Han Li gave a dazed smile, without pretense, and landed calmly.

He was led into a large hall on the peak; inside, the furnishings were not as ostentatious as outside, rather quiet and secluded.

The Gan-surnamed middle-aged man and Han Li took host and guest seats, while the other three could only stand to the side.

Han Li, without pretense, immediately inquired about the recent situation in the 'Luan' Xinghai.

Although the Gan-surnamed middle-aged man felt surprised in his heart, he also only regarded Han Li as some reclusive expert who had lived in seclusion for many years, naturally knowing no bounds in his answers.

When Han Li heard that the situation in the 'Luan' Xinghai was far more chaotic than when he had left, he couldn't help but fall into silent contemplation.

"Han Xiong, the place you just came from—could it be the legendary Xu Tian Hall? How did you come out from inside?" After pondering for most of the day, the Gan-surnamed middle-aged man, seeing that Han Li did not seem like a violent and tyrannical person who would act rashly, finally couldn't help but ask.

After all, he had personally witnessed the other party being transmitted out from that giant hall.

Upon hearing this, Han Li's expression stirred, and he recovered his normal composure from his contemplation.

"Gan Daoist truly is well-informed and knowledgeable, able to recognize Xu Tian Hall at a glance. It's nothing—I was merely trapped inside due to some circumstance and have only just escaped." Han Li said lightly.

"Ah, I see. However, the immortal maiden who accompanied you, Han Xiong—" The Gan-surnamed middle-aged man, seeing Han Li unwilling to elaborate, dared not ask further; he shifted the topic to mention that ice phoenix.

"That was a fellow Daoist who was trapped in the hall with me; she had pressing matters and left first." Han Li replied indifferently.

"Ah, I see! Could that immortal maiden be, like Han Xiong, also a late-stage cultivator?" The middle-aged man asked cautiously.

"Hehe, this fellow Daoist had already advanced to the late stage long ago. Han Mou is far inferior to her." Han Li glanced sideways at the middle-aged man and gave a few hehe laughs.

The Gan-surnamed cultivator naturally felt a jolt in his heart, his mind continuously turning over the famous female cultivators of the 'Luan' Xinghai, yet still unable to associate any of them with the image of the white-clad woman.

As for Han Li, his appearance was truly too ordinary; he seemed to have no clue at all.

However, this was not strange at all—some cultivators with vast divine abilities, even those who seclude themselves for five or six hundred years at a time, are not uncommon.

"Gan Daoist, Han Mou currently urgently needs a batch of middle-grade spirit stones and materials; naturally, if high-grade spirit stones could be obtained, that would be best. I happen to still have two useless treasures on hand, which could be used for exchange." Han Li suddenly said this, then flicked his sleeve toward the wooden table beside him; a swirl of green霞 passed over, and a silver and a yellow object appeared on the table.

It was a silver-'colored' ring and a yellow-'colored' ancient halberd!

These were precisely the ancient treasures he had casually collected into his storage bag after slaying several high-level demon beasts in the Xu Ling Hall that day.

For Han Li, treasures of this level were naturally dispensable chicken ribs, but in the 'Luan' Xinghai, where refining materials and treasures are scarce, they were extremely envy-inducing.

Moreover, judging by the spiritual power these two treasures emitted alone, one could tell they were both rare upper-grade treasures among ancient artifacts.

"Han Xiong, you're being polite. Middle-grade spirit stones and materials are easy to discuss—our sect has plenty stored, and even if some materials are lacking, we can send people to the island's market to gather them. As for high-grade spirit stones, our island truly has few—only seven or eight pieces. If you need them, feel free to exchange."

The Gan-surnamed middle-aged man's gaze swept over these two ancient treasures, his heart also feeling somewhat fiery; he was not at all surprised that Han Li could so easily produce such treasures, and readily agreed.

"High-grade spirit stones—seven or eight pieces!" Han Li was stunned, a hint of strangeness appearing on his face.

According to his knowledge, the scarcity of spirit stones in the 'Luan' Xinghai was far worse than in the Great Jin and Tiannan; how could a mere Huangsha Men possibly possess so many high-grade spirit stones!

Seeing Han Li's face reveal a contemplative expression, the Gan-surnamed middle-aged man was first startled, then suddenly recalled something and came to a sudden realization.

"Haha, this is Gan Mou's mistake—I forgot to mention this to Han Daoist. In fact, over a hundred years ago, someone discovered a spirit stone mine with enormous reserves on a deserted island in the outer sea, containing many high-grade spirit stones; thus, although high-grade spirit stones are still rare, they are much better than before. Nearly every sect now deliberately stores some."

"High-grade spirit stone mine! The human world can still find such a vein of this grade!" Han Li was moved.

"Indeed, at first others thought it was false news. But later, when the Xing Gong and Nixing Alliance both made great efforts over this island, they realized the news was true. It's said this vein even alarmed high-level demon beasts of the outer Xinghai, who similarly participated in the struggle for the mine. As a result, many cultivators and demon beasts fell. Now this mine is simultaneously divided among these three parties, and hostilities have temporarily ceased." This Huangsha Men grand elder explained.

Han Li nodded repeatedly, saying nothing for a moment.

This was a good thing for him, knowing that his humanoid puppets, after several previous uses of high-grade spirit stones, were nearly depleted, and he could now take advantage of this opportunity to gather more.

Fortunately, this sea region is not far from Tianxing City and lies along the way; he could directly use the Xing Gong transmission array to reach the mine site. It wouldn't delay him much.

In the blink of an eye, Han Li made up his mind!

Immediately, he said nothing more, casually took out a jade slip from his waist storage bag, and copied a list of needed materials into it.

Meanwhile, this Huangsha Men grand elder immediately gave a few instructions; at once, the yellow-robed strong man took the jade slip and went out to handle this matter.

Below, Han Li naturally began to chat idly with this Huangsha Men grand elder.

Under the other party's intentional accommodation, Han Li and he appeared to be exchanging light laughter and conversation.

Naturally, it was rare to encounter a late-stage great cultivator; the Gan-surnamed middle-aged man therefore raised some questions about cultivation.

Although Han Li had only just advanced to the late Yuan Ying stage, he had read many cultivation scriptures and even practiced some mysterious techniques from both the righteous and demonic paths; thus, after a few brief replies, he truly enlightened the middle-aged man, who consequently became increasingly respectful toward Han Li.

As for the green-robed elder and the alluring woman standing by, they likewise pricked up their ears, listening attentively to every word of the two's conversation, even regarding this as a rare opportunity,

After waiting a full several hours, a streak of escape light flew 'shot' in, and the strong man appeared, dusty and weary, holding a bulging storage bag in his hand.

Senior, aside from a few materials unavailable on this island, I have gathered all the rest according to the list. Those few high-grade spirit stones have also been placed inside.

The burly man stepped forward a few paces and held out the storage bag with both hands before Han Li.

Han Li casually took the storage bag, swept his spiritual sense inside, and instantly saw everything within, immediately revealing a look of satisfaction.

Han Li still has matters to attend to, so I won't linger here. Farewell! Han Li tucked away the storage bag, gave a slight nod to the middle-aged cultivator opposite, had no interest in saying more to these Yellow Sand Sect cultivators, and instantly transformed into a piercing blue rainbow, vanishing from the hall in a flash and disappearing at the horizon.

That senior has finally left! I thought our Yellow Robe Sect was in for serious trouble this time! This Senior Han seems quite decent! As soon as Han Li's escape light disappeared from the hall, the alluring woman let out a long sigh of relief, hastily patting her bosom as she spoke, revealing an expression of having narrowly escaped danger.

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