Chapter 1132

Seeing the masked woman truly leave the Starry Sky Palace, the grim-faced man let out a breath of relief and, still shaken, straightened his body with the old man. WM net then his gaze swept over Wen Siyue and the others, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

If it weren't for those few people, how would he have been caught red-handed, and soon even face punishment by the lightning whip!

The grim-faced man's expression darkened, about to utter a few harsh words, but the old man beside him suddenly clasped his hands, actually speaking to Wen Siyue with extraordinary courtesy:

"Your couple truly has great fortune, actually having a connection with Han Han Qianbei—this is truly a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. With this senior's slight guidance, advancing to Nascent Soul will surely not be difficult."

The old man's previous icy demeanor toward Wen Siyue and the others had already vanished completely.

The grim-faced man began with a look of astonishment, but after hearing the old man's words, he finally realized the truth, and the words he was about to utter were swallowed down, his face shifting into a smile.

How could he forget—this person is somehow related to a late Nascent Soul cultivator; how could these newly formed Core Formation junior cultivators dare to offend him?

"Yes, Brother Huang's words are correct! In the future, my brothers might still need to seek help from the two fellow Daoists. These spirit stones—please take them back, fellow Daoists. The transmission fee this time, we two will cover it all." The grim-faced man drew out the spirit stone-filled storage bag he had previously taken from his waist, handing it back with some reluctance, yet still speaking warmly.

The refined gentleman glanced at the storage bag before him, hesitating slightly, while Wen Siyue beside him smiled gently:

"You two have already transported us to the outer sea—my husband and I are deeply grateful. How could we not know good from ill and take back the spirit stones? Fellow Daoists, please just accept them. As for me, I am now urgently pursuing Han Han Qianbei—I hope you two can let us pass immediately."

"No problem—I'll exchange the spirit stones right away, and transmission can begin immediately!" Seeing Wen Siyue truly had no intention of taking back the bag of spirit stones, the grim-faced man gave a few embarrassed chuckles before readily agreeing.

Then, after a few shifts of his form, he arrived before the transmission array, bent over, and began replacing the spirit stones already used once in the formation.

The yellow-surnamed old man stood aside, accompanying Wen Siyue and her husband in conversation, while subtly probing for information about Han Li's background as a late-stage cultivator.

The refined gentleman was utterly confused, originally knowing nothing at all. Wen Siyue responded with a vague, murmuring reply, naturally unwilling to reveal anything easily.

Shortly after, the transmission array's spirit stones had been replaced once.

Wen Siyue truly wished to pursue Han Li, so she no longer bothered with pleasantries to the grim-faced man and his companion, immediately sticking the transmission talisman to her body and promptly leading the others into the formation.

The same white light flashed, and the shadows of the seven vanished entirely.

Witnessing this, the old man and the grim-faced man exchanged a glance, let out a breath, and then simultaneously broke into wry smiles.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the transmission formation, within a thirty-zhang-large stone chamber, the transmission array's white light flickered continuously, and the figures of Wen Siyue and the six others emerged.

Shortly after, the seven recovered from the dizziness of transmission and returned to normal.

Wen Siyue hastily swept her gaze around, her heart suddenly sinking.

The vast stone chamber echoed emptily—there was not a single person in sight.

"Wait here for me, I'll go check if Han Han Qianbei is still nearby!" Wen Siyue urgently told the refined gentleman, and without waiting for his reply, she hurried toward the stone gate.

The refined gentleman wanted to ask something, but after a brief hesitation, he held his tongue, merely gazing at Wen Siyue's slender back, his brow slightly furrowed.

Wen Siyue stepped out of the stone gate, and suddenly her vision brightened—the stone house stood upon a broad stone platform. And the platform itself lay atop a perilous mountain peak, surrounded on all sides by cliffs and sheer walls, utterly unclimbable by ordinary mortals.

But what stirred this woman's heart was seeing Han Li standing at one corner of the stone platform, conversing with a robed cultivator of the Star Palace whose hair flowed freely.

Hands clasped behind his back, he spoke leisurely!

The originally fierce-looking mid Core Formation cultivator, in Han Li's presence, was as docile as a sheep, merely nodding and bowing continuously, his replies to Han Li's questions filled with reverent fear.

This man must be the Star Palace cultivator guarding this transmission array.

Wen Siyue calmed her emotions and did not rush forward immediately, but instead stood obediently in place, silently watching Han Li and the man converse.

After a while, Han Li waved his hand, as if finished questioning.

The large man respectfully performed a deep bow, then retreated a few steps before striding toward the stone house.

Only then did Wen Siyue gracefully walk toward Han Li.

"Thank you, Senior, for your kind words just now. Otherwise, my husband and I would not only fail to reach the outer sea, but might even face great trouble." After performing a respectful salute, Wen Siyue spoke reverently.

"It's nothing—you're also involved because of me. Moreover, it was merely a trifling effort. You came rushing over so urgently—do you have any other matter?" Han Li remained calm, glanced at her lightly, and spoke indifferently.

"I know I am being greedy, Senior—you've already helped me more than once, and I should be grateful and repay your kindness. But my daughter suffers from a grave illness, her life hanging by a thread—I beg Senior to extend your aid once more!" Wen Siyue said, her eyes reddening, nearly shedding tears, clearly showing a mother's boundless love for her child.

"Is the girl poisoned by that strange toxin your daughter?" Han Li's eyes flashed, speaking slowly and calmly, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.

"Exactly! Senior, your discernment is like a torch—you instantly saw my daughter's abnormality." Upon hearing Han Li's single sentence pinpointing her daughter's illness, Wen Siyue's spirits lifted, her beautiful eyes filled with hope.

"I've also heard some of your conversation—hasn't the antidote already been found? Why then come to beg me?" Han Li remained noncommittal.

"Senior, you already knew of this. Indeed, my husband and I once received guidance from a master, using the inner core of the white egret fish demon to refine a spirit pill for detoxification—but this pill cannot fully cleanse the toxin. Even if it temporarily saves a life, the constitution will be severely damaged, leaving no further progress on the path of cultivation. As a late Nascent Soul great cultivator, Senior must surely have other wondrous methods. I beg Senior for mercy!" Wen Siyue pleaded urgently.

"Ah, so that's it!" Han Li did not immediately agree, his face showing a hint of contemplation.

Wen Siyue's heart was filled with extreme anxiety, yet she dared not urge him—she could only gaze at Han Li pleadingly, her face full of supplication.

Han Li lifted his head to gaze at the blazing sun in the sky, then lowered his eyes to look at the beautiful young woman's lovely face, suddenly asking a question beyond her expectation.

"When did Brother Wen pass away—was it by sitting in meditation or corpse liberation?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Siyue was naturally stunned, but immediately her expression darkened as she replied:

"When I returned to the inner sea years ago, my father had already vanished without a trace. I searched desperately for decades, yet found not the slightest clue. Now, if my father failed to form a Golden Core, he must have already passed away."

"The path of cultivation has always been strewn with thorns—no one knows how far one can go. If it were other unrelated people asking me to save them, I would mostly ignore them. But since you've encountered me multiple times, it seems you truly share some affinity with me. Moreover, as descendants of an old friend, and since the time is still early, I will first examine that little girl before deciding." Han Li finally nodded.

"Thank you, Senior, for your mercy!" Wen Siyue, upon hearing this, was overjoyed and immediately rushed to kneel before Han Li.

"This is not the place for rescue—I am waiting for you at the inn in the small town at the mountain's base. Come over in a while."

Han Li flicked his sleeve—an invisible force lifted Wen Siyue, preventing her from kneeling, then a green light flashed across his body, transforming into a green rainbow that shot downward toward the base of the platform.

Wen Siyue staggered, but immediately her form moved—she joyfully floated into the stone house.

Shortly after, the seven turned into several streaks of escape light, pursuing the direction Han Li had vanished.

"Has that Han boy already advanced to late Nascent Soul?"

In the vast inner Star Sea, within the cave of the Holy Mountain of Tianxing City, an incredulous male voice echoed, shaking the entire cave with a humming resonance.

The speaker was precisely the male of the Twin Saints of Tianxing!

"Not bad—I also find it hard to believe, but after scanning with divine sense multiple times, it's truly the case." The woman's voice followed leisurely—the masked woman named Wen Qing had already removed her veil, revealing a slightly pale yet beautiful face, seated cross-legged on a bright, sparkling jade platform in the cave,

"If so, his cultivation talent is so high it surpasses even ours." The man's voice sank low, as if calming down after receiving the news.

"That is likely the case. According to my knowledge, before his disappearance, this person should have been under two hundred years old. Such cultivation speed—no past master of the Star Palace has ever matched it. You and I only reached late Nascent Soul after about five hundred years." Wen Qing sighed lightly, seeming somewhat regretful.

Anyone who once thought themselves a peerless genius rare in the world, only to suddenly realize they were merely viewing heaven from the bottom of a well, would surely find no joy in their heart.

"If so, this person, aided by the Xu Tian Ding, even if only recently advanced to late Nascent Soul, would still be a match for any one of us. No wonder you changed your mind and let him go. But after contact, what impression do you have of him?" The man furrowed his brow.

"Impression? This person is very cautious, yet also bold. No, not bold, but..." Weng Qingdai frowned tightly, her eyes flickering uncertainly.

"What, hard to describe?" The man sounded somewhat surprised.

"Not hard to describe, but now that I recall it, I've discovered something strange." Weng Qing hesitated a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Strange?"

"It is somewhat strange. Looking back now, the other party clearly knew I was one of the Feng Tianxing Double Saints, and was even within Feng Tianxing City, yet faced me with an air of fearless confidence. That is rather odd. Even possessing the Xu Tian Ding would not be enough to make the other party so confident. And when facing this person at the time, I inexplicably felt a trace of fear, as if the other party was very formidable? This feeling, I haven't felt in a long time." Weng Qing recalled while her expression shifted between light and dark.

"When you cultivated the Ling Ming Jue, such vague premonitions are usually accurate to nine out of ten, rarely deviating greatly. So this person truly has something formidable about them." The man's voice also turned solemn.

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