Chapter 1134

Han Li's voice startled Wen Siyue and her husband so much that they jumped. Before they could ask what was going on, Han Li suddenly flicked a finger, a flash of spiritual light appearing as he lightly touched the red mole on the girl's palm.

Instantly, a small cluster of green light flashed and vanished into her palm without a trace.

Wen Siyue and her husband were utterly bewildered, yet they dared not easily interrupt Han Li's spellcasting.

An astonishing scene immediately appeared!

After the green light faded, the red mole became even more vividly red, then began to deform and elongate, gradually transforming into a blood-red dragon pattern that emerged on her palm, lifelike, as if it had truly come alive.

"Indeed so!" Han Li murmured, gazing at this Tian Qiner with an expression that grew increasingly strange.

"Han Han Qianbei, this young lady of mine..." Seeing this, Wen Siyue's heart leapt into her throat, and an anxious expression involuntarily appeared on her face.

"It's nothing. I merely found the reason for the peculiar toxicity within your daughter's body. Earlier, you said she was bitten by an unknown poisonous insect, which caused her current condition." Han Li exhaled lightly before asking.

"That's correct; my daughter's poisoning is indeed due to that. But we tested that poisonous insect ourselves—though its toxicity is indeed difficult to dispel, it certainly wouldn't leave my daughter utterly helpless like this." Wen Siyue's heart tightened, and she hurriedly replied.

"Hehe, that's natural. That toxicity is merely a triggering factor for your daughter's current symptoms; the true cause of her life-threatening condition is her Dragon Chant Physique! A female cultivator possessing a special constitution typically found only in males, combined with the insect's extreme toxicity, which is likely a pure yang substance, has produced these symptoms! Even without the poison outbreak, her vital energy would gradually wither within her body, and she would certainly not live past forty." Han Li pointed at the red dragon mark on the girl's palm, speaking calmly without changing expression.

"Dragon Chant Physique! Impossible—when my daughter was born, my wife and I personally examined her and found no abnormalities." Wen Siyue's face turned ashen, utterly pale.

"Your daughter's Dragon Chant Physique is extremely rare, a hidden constitution. Unless triggered by external force or spontaneously activated later, ordinary people cannot detect it. Those who possess this physique cultivate quickly, but as cultivation progresses, the yin and yang energies within their body gradually become imbalanced, ultimately leading to death before Foundation Establishment." Han Li said calmly.

"So even if my daughter completely removes this poison, she cannot continue cultivating!"

Wen Siyue panicked, and the Tian surname man's face also turned grim.

"We'll discuss other matters later; first, I'll cleanse her toxicity. You two leave the room for a while, and come back when I call you." Han Li showed no hesitation, speaking bluntly.

"Yes!" Wen Siyue and her husband naturally dared not object, only able to retreat.

Seeing this, the girl's face first showed a hint of unease. But Han Li did not turn back, and with a flick of his sleeve,

Azure light flashed, and Tian Qiner immediately felt her vision blur, then lost consciousness as she was laid onto the bed.

Han Li then turned back, carefully examining the girl again, as if trying to discern something from her.

"Same aura, same female body yet possessing the Dragon Chant Physique, and even versed in formation arts... Is this truly mere coincidence, or does the world truly hold the wondrous phenomenon of soul reincarnation, where spirit and consciousness are not lost?" After a long while, Han Li softly sighed and muttered a few words.

Immediately, he clasped his hands together, then spread them apart, and between his fingers appeared more than a dozen fine needles as thin as silk, their silver light glinting.

Han Li waved his hand. A few "pupu" sounds rang out.

These silver needles shot out, piercing precisely into various parts of the girl's body, flashing once and then vanishing within her without a trace.

Urgently, Han Li formed hand seals with both hands, his ten fingers twitching strangely, as multicolored magical decisions shot from his fingertips, instantly forming a five-colored light net that enveloped the girl beneath it...

Outside the wooden house was a small courtyard resembling a three-sided compound, where Wen Siyue and that Tian surname cultivator stood in the courtyard, but their glances occasionally drifted toward the tightly closed wooden door, occasionally flashing with worried expressions.

It seemed the two truly doted on their only daughter to the utmost.

Those four Foundation Establishment disciples dared not even breathe loudly as they waited there.

Inside the house, not a single bird or sparrow made a sound; it remained utterly silent.

This caused the scholarly man's anxious expression to gradually intensify!

However, although he was thus, he dared not send a mental message to Wen Siyue. For he clearly knew how powerful the divine sense of a late Nascent Soul cultivator was, and mental transmission would absolutely not escape Han Li's notice inside the house. If one sentence inadvertently provoked him, that would truly be too late to regret.

At this moment, the Tian surname cultivator's expression fluctuated between light and dark, his heart burning with anxiety, when suddenly Han Li's faint voice came from his ear.

"Alright, you may come in now."

Upon hearing this, the scholarly youth felt as if granted a great pardon, hastily striding toward the wooden door, while also glancing at Wen Siyue.

The beautiful young woman also wore an expression of delight, apparently having received the mental transmission as well. Immediately, he no longer hesitated, pushed open the door, and entered.

Wen Siyue followed closely behind.

Han Li still sat in his chair, gazing down at a fist-sized green flame that had appeared in his hand, within which several strands of black silk twisted and writhed, as if possessing sentience. Meanwhile, the girl lay motionless on the bed, sleeping deeply and sweetly. The room was filled with a faint, barely perceptible strange fragrance, yet incredibly faint.

"Han Han Qianbei, my daughter..."

"I gave her a Returning Dream Pill; you two go check on her yourselves!" Han Li waved his hand, cutting off Wen Siyue's question, rose to his feet, and left the wooden bed.

Upon hearing Han Li say this, Wen Siyue immediately felt greatly relieved, repeatedly expressing thanks before she and the Tian surname man hurried to the bedside to carefully examine the girl's condition.

Han Li then played with the light ball in his hand, slowly stepping out of the door and into the courtyard.

The four Foundation Establishment cultivators guarding outside, upon seeing Han Li emerge, were startled, and respectfully wished to approach and pay their respects.

Han Li casually waved his hand, letting them attend to their own affairs. Then, taking a few steps to a corner of the courtyard, he examined the green light ball in his hand, and suddenly rubbed his hands together.

Instantly, golden light burst from both hands, accompanied by the sound of thunder.

The green light ball merely flickered a few times, and together with the black silk inside, it was transformed by the golden light into a wisp of green smoke, which drifted and dissipated into the air.

A foul stench spread, making one want to vomit upon smelling it!

Han Li furrowed his brows, then flicked his sleeve, and a strong wind arose from nowhere, instantly blowing away the foul odor without a trace.

He then clasped his hands behind his back, gazed upward at the high sky, narrowed his eyes, his expression blank, as if pondering something.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded from behind.

Han Li did not turn his head, yet spoke faintly:

"Although I have already cleared most of the toxicity within her body, you had best still go search for the inner core of the White Egret Fish Demon, then let her consume it directly. That way, even if some residual toxicity remains in her body, it will be sufficient to cleanse it completely."

"Thank you for your great kindness, Han Han Qianbei; in my next life, I will surely serve you as an ox or horse to repay your great favor?" The person who lightly approached from behind was none other than Wen Siyue, this uncommonly beautiful young woman.

"Next life? Do you truly believe cultivators like us actually have reincarnation and an afterlife?" Han Li's tone was somewhat strange, with a hint of self-mockery.

"What does Han Han Qianbei mean by that?" Wen Siyue was startled by his words, murmuring doubtfully, clearly unaware of Han Li's intention.

"Forget it, I was just speaking casually. I'll first remind you: although your daughter is now unharmed, and I have transmitted a strand of Profound Yin spiritual power into her body, temporarily suppressing the backlash of the Dragon Chant Physique. But this is only temporary. If she does not continue cultivating in the future, with the aid of some elixirs, she can live as long as an ordinary person, without fear for her life. But if she continues cultivating, as soon as the pure yang energy within her body slightly increases, the spiritual power I planted will lose its balancing effect, and the backlash will resume. Do you understand clearly!" Han Li turned back, his expression solemn, as he instructed.

"Is there truly no way to eliminate the influence of the Dragon Chant Physique? I hope Han Han Qianbei can further advise me! I truly cannot bear my daughter having only a little over a hundred years of lifespan!" Wen Siyue's face turned somewhat pale as she deeply bowed to Han Li.

"There is a method, but I fear you would find it difficult to achieve." This time, Han Li did not stop Wen Siyue from performing her great salute, but spoke calmly.

"As long as I can guide my daughter onto the path of cultivation, I will spare no effort, even risking my life." Wen Siyue raised her lovely face, gritted her teeth, and said.

"This is not something you, a mere Golden Core cultivator, can resolve; if it were a Nascent Soul cultivator, it would be roughly manageable. Actually, it's very simple: if there is a Nascent Soul cultivator who periodically transmits a strand of yin energy into your daughter's body, balancing the outbreak of yang energy, she can naturally continue cultivating. Of course, this requires either having a Nascent Soul cultivator on constant call, or having your daughter constantly follow beside a Nascent Soul cultivator. Naturally, the auxiliary elixirs must also be taken in large quantities, and as her magical power advances, the elixirs consumed will naturally become ever more precious. I fear that even after achieving Foundation Establishment, you two, mere Golden Core cultivators, would not be able to sustain this supply long-term." Apparently moved by Wen Siyue's maternal devotion, Han Li's expression softened, and he did not conceal the truth.

"Requiring a Nascent Soul cultivator on constant call!" Wen Siyue's expression turned grim.

Upon hearing this method from Han Li, her heart sank straight down. Even though she loved her daughter dearly, she knew this was fundamentally impossible.

Don't even mention whether their husband and wife could hire a Nascent Soul cultivator; even if someone were truly willing to help them a few times, how could they possibly allow two Golden Core cultivators to be freely commanded for a long time? As for the latter, following either Nascent Soul cultivator left or right is something utterly out of reach.

After all, the disciples taken by Nascent Soul cultivators are basically at the Golden Core stage; of course, if Tang Qiner's appearance and beauty were extraordinary, and her spiritual root talent a once-in-a-thousand-years occurrence, there might still be a slim chance of being accepted under a Nascent Soul cultivator's door. But given her current appearance and cultivation physique, how could one expect any Nascent Soul cultivator to take a liking to her?

Wen Siyue thought for a moment, and then fell into utter despair!

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