Chapter 1175

"Suffered a small loss! Is that what you think?" Wei Wei Wuya, however, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Why, could it be that even with you and Hehuan joining forces, you really couldn't do anything to that brat surnamed Han!" Ancestor Brother Zhiyang asked in surprise.

"You think too highly of this old man. With the two of us joining forces, we only managed to hold on for a moment under his hands before suffering damage to our vitality," Wei Wei Wuya said woodenly.

"Impossible! No matter how great that Han brat's divine abilities are, he has only just advanced to the late stage; being slightly better than the three of us would be the limit. How could the two of you joining forces not be a match for him?" After Ancestor Brother Zhiyang's expression changed slightly, he shook his head repeatedly, his face full of disbelief.

"It is not a very honorable thing for me and Hehuan to join forces and still be no match for a newly advanced cultivator, so why would I speak falsely to you, fellow Daoist? Moreover, I am not afraid of being laughed at by you, fellow Daoist; that person's divine abilities are truly unfathomable. Although on the surface it appeared that the two of us were only slightly defeated by him, the other party did not use his full strength at all. Furthermore, I vaguely felt that he truly has the ability to annihilate those of us at the late Nascent Soul stage," Wei Wei Wuya said this after a trace of fear flashed through his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Ancestor Brother Zhiyang was completely stunned.

"Of course, if Brother Zhiyang does not believe Wei Mou's words, you are free to run to the Falling Cloud Sect yourself to test it. Hehe, fellow Daoist, you ran from the Grand Truth Gate to my place, so I fear you already harbored this intention," Wei Wei Wuya suddenly said with a cold laugh.

Ancestor Brother Zhiyang's expression changed, but he did not speak to refute it; it seemed Wei Wei Wuya had truly hit the mark.

"If I were you, fellow Daoist, I would not bring humiliation upon myself. However, it makes no difference to Wei Mou; my limit is approaching, so even if that Han brat's divine abilities were comparable to a Spirit Transformation cultivator, I would have no heart to manage anything. It is you, fellow Daoist, and the old demon Hehuan who still have to waste some years in this world; I fear it will not be easy to provoke this person," Wei Wei Wuya said indifferently.

"What, Brother Wei, your lifespan has reached its end?" Ancestor Brother Zhiyang was startled, then immediately shocked.

"That's right, I advanced to the late stage more than two hundred years earlier than you, so naturally I must go a step ahead of you. I estimate it will be within these few years. It is you and Hehuan who still have some time, and you have not completely extinguished the hope of advancing to Spirit Transformation; perhaps there is still a glimmer of life," the old man in green robes said with a lonely expression.

"Brother Wei, you..." Ancestor Brother Zhiyang wanted to say something, but for a moment he could not speak, his expression exceptionally complex.

"As long as the Great Dao is not achieved, no matter how we stir up the wind and clouds in the mortal world for half a lifetime, in the end, it is all for nothing. Brother Brother Zhiyang, you and I have known each other for so many years; if you are willing to listen to my advice, do not get involved in the affairs of Tiannan and the sects anymore, and just focus on bitter cultivation. Don't end up like me, with no choice but to wait for death. Moreover, with that Han brat's current divine abilities, after I am gone, even if you and the old demon Hehuan join forces, you will not be his match. It would be better to simply give up the empty title of the number one sect in Tiannan and sell the other party a favor. In any case, the ups and downs of a sect are originally a very common thing. I believe that Han brat will never press you two tightly. You can also take this opportunity to focus on your cultivation," Wei Wei Wuya said slowly.

"Many thanks for your words, Brother Wei. I will consider this matter carefully myself." Ancestor Brother Zhiyang was somewhat moved upon hearing Wei Wei Wuya speak so sincerely.

"Alright, I have said what I needed to say; whether you listen or not is another matter. Wei Mou will return to the island first; I fear this is the last time you and I will see each other," Wei Wei Wuya cupped his fists indifferently, and without waiting for the Daoist priest opposite him to say anything, he transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the direction of the Seven Spirit Islands.

Ancestor Brother Zhiyang remained where he was, not moving, a look of deep thought on his face.

After an unknown amount of time, the Daoist priest sighed and also transformed into a white rainbow and headed into the distance. But looking at the direction, it was exactly the location of the Xi Kingdom!

This late Nascent Soul stage cultivator of the Grand Truth Gate ultimately decided to personally meet Han Li before deciding.

If this up-and-coming great cultivator was truly as terrifying as the rumors said, he decided that according to what Wei Wei Wuya said, he would immediately return to the sect to enter closed-door cultivation and prepare to break through to Spirit Transformation.

As a result, one month later, news suddenly spread that Ancestor Brother Zhiyang had personally visited the Falling Cloud Sect, but after half a day, he had immediately bid farewell and returned to the Grand Truth Gate, suddenly announcing that he would enter closed-door life-and-death cultivation.

This news naturally caused another round of speculation among the various sects in Tiannan. But at this moment, even the most obtuse person understood that this Great Elder of the Grand Truth Gate had absolutely not gained any advantage in Han Li's hands; otherwise, how could he have made such a show of weakness immediately upon returning to his sect.

In this way, Han Li's prestige as the number one cultivator in Tiannan was finally solidified, and the power of the Falling Cloud Sect surged several times over. In just a few short months, it occupied more than half of the Xi Kingdom. The remaining cultivation sects in the Xi Kingdom either voluntarily submitted or simply withdrew from the Xi Kingdom to rebuild their sects in other nations.

As for the Ancient Sword Sect and the Hundred Arts Academy, although they were fortunately preserved because they were located in the same Mount Yunmeng Mountain Range and also expanded their influence somewhat, they were tied to this behemoth that had risen overnight, almost becoming its subsidiary sects; it could be said that pain and joy coexisted.

In the cave dwelling on the Mother-Son Peak of the Falling Cloud Sect, Han Li sat cross-legged in a secret room with his eyes tightly closed. A huge magic array was drawn on the ground, and a pair of snow-white wings were suspended in the middle of the array, with silver electric arcs jumping and flickering on them, but at the same time, they were wrapped in a mass of cyan-white flames.

Every time they rotated, layers of various colored talismans appeared on the surface of the wings, dense and numerous, looking like there were countless layers.

Han Li pinched a magic seal with both hands, urging the magic array on the ground to release a strange cyan-white pillar of fire, continuously calcining the wings.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Li retracted his magic technique and opened his eyes. He looked at the wings slowly rotating in the flames and pointed at them with one hand.

Immediately, the wings shook, and with a "Puchi" sound, a cyan light burst forth, and the silver electric arcs also roared loudly, the momentum truly astonishing.

But Han Li frowned, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a small cyan tripod. After this tripod spun around, it landed steadily on the ground in front of him.

"Why, what happened again? I have already explained the refining method to you more than once." A sigh came from the tripod; the voice was clearly very childish, but the tone was surprisingly old-fashioned, making it truly laughable to hear.

But Han Li had no smile at all; instead, he said coldly:

"I have already refined it according to your method. Although I have integrated that Kunpeng feather into the Wind-Thunder Wings and can stimulate wind-attribute spiritual power, this level of power is at most comparable to the divine abilities of pseudo-magic treasures like the Three-Flame Fan. How could it have such great power as you said? Could it be that you fellow Daoist deliberately used empty words to deceive me?"

His expression was extremely gloomy.

"Impossible. What kind of supreme treasure is the Kunpeng feather? How could it have only this little power? Let me see the Wind-Thunder Wings you refined first." A flash of spiritual light appeared on the tripod lid, and a faint human figure emerged; it was the phantom condensed by the Tianlan Saint Beast.

Han Li did not speak and raised his hand to beckon the wings in the magic array.

With a "Sou" sound, the Wind-Thunder Wings transformed into a streak of cyan-white light and shot over, then paused and hovered motionless above the boy's head.

The boy stared at the wings without blinking, his expression changing uncertainly. After a full meal's time, he closed his eyes and pondered.

"I know what happened. The refining of this Kunpeng feather is much more difficult than I expected. Although it has been integrated into the wings before me, the wind-attribute laws of heaven and earth contained within it have not truly been stimulated, so this treasure currently only has the power of a replica magic treasure and cannot be compared to a true Heaven-Piercing Magic Treasure," the boy said indifferently after opening his eyes again.

"Then how can I stimulate the power of the Kunpeng feather?" Han Li asked bluntly.

"If you want to stimulate it now, either you change your cultivation to a wind-attribute technique; with your current cultivation, you can barely manage it. The other way is for you to find a top-grade wind-attribute spirit stone, which can also be done," the boy said.

"Change to a wind-attribute technique, find a top-grade wind-attribute spirit stone. I cannot do either of these two methods," Han Li said without hesitation after hearing this.

"Then this is troublesome. Although there are other methods, these methods cannot be realized in the mortal world, so saying them is also in vain," the boy said helplessly, spreading his hands.

"Hmph, so you're saying it's not a mistake in my refining method, but a mistake in your prior estimation," Han Li said unpleasantly.

"This, I fear that is the case." A trace of embarrassment finally appeared on the boy's face.

"Forget it, these Wind-Thunder Wings can stimulate both wind and thunder power, which has already satisfied me. If they truly had the great power you spoke of, it wouldn't be something I could control right now." After Han Li's gaze flickered a few times, his expression actually softened, and he seemed to have no intention of pursuing the matter further.

The boy was startled upon hearing this, but a look of suspicion appeared on his face.

He knew very well that although the human cultivator before him had cultivation not worth mentioning in his eyes, he was not the type to suffer a loss.

"If you have any conditions, just state them. To make up for the previous mistake, it is not that I cannot agree to one or two things for you at my discretion," the boy said, so after staring at Han Li for a moment, he simply took the initiative to say:

"Since you, Senior, have brought it up yourself, then Han Mou will respectfully comply." Han Li smiled slightly and actually followed the boy's words.

And the boy transformed from the Tianlan Saint Beast naturally rolled his eyes.

Han Li patted his storage bag, and immediately a mass of cyan light sprayed out from the bag's mouth. Following the convergence of the light, several strange and peculiar things appeared in front of Han Li.

A mass of transparent gelatinous stuff the size of a fist, two small and one large, three shining pitch-black crystals, a black-and-white round bead, and a black eyeball the size of a thumb.

"These materials were all obtained unintentionally, but unfortunately, my knowledge is shallow, and I cannot recognize the use of these things. You, fellow Daoist, have come from the upper realm and must be knowledgeable; I hope you can give me some pointers," Han Li pointed at these things and asked calmly.

"Eh, where did you obtain these materials? The others are fine, but these two things are rarely seen even in the Spirit Realm." The boy's gaze swept over these materials, and he let out a light cry, then grabbed into the void with one hand, and immediately two things flew toward him.

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