Chapter 12

"Peng!"

Han Li clenched his hands and smashed one of his fists onto the table.

"Smash the bottle open with a tool." This was Han Li's decision after repeated consideration.

Using violent methods to open it was a method that was not a method he had thought of long ago.

This approach, although simple and clear, was also direct and easy to use.

But thinking that such a peculiar and beautiful bottle could no longer remain intact, Han Li felt a wave of pain in his heart and was very reluctant. If there were other ways to open it, Han Li would never adopt such a brutal method no matter what.

Asking other senior brothers for help might open it. But in his heart, Han Li had already unconsciously treated this object as his own treasure and was absolutely unwilling to let other outsiders know about it. Besides, everyone on the mountain could be the owner of this object. If they knew the bottle was with him, what if they wanted it back? This little bottle was so beautiful and interesting; he was absolutely reluctant to send it back now.

Han Li's curiosity had been completely aroused by the mysterious object inside the bottle. Although he knew that this might just be an empty bottle, he was still willing to take a gamble, betting that what was inside the bottle would be more interesting than the bottle itself.

The more he thought this way, the more Han Li's heart itched uncomfortably.

If he didn't solve the mystery of what was inside the bottle, he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully at night.

Having made up his mind, Han Li sneaked into the room where sundries were piled up in the valley, chose a relatively heavy small iron hammer from many tools, and brought it back to his room.

Returning to the room, he found half a discarded hard blue brick from the corner of the room, picked out a relatively flat depression in the room, placed the blue brick flat there, and placed the bottle steadily horizontally on the blue brick.

Han Li raised the small hammer with his right hand, paused slightly in the air, and then fell decisively on the most protruding part of the bottle—the belly of the bottle.

"Beng!"

Because he was afraid that using too much force would destroy what was inside the bottle, the first blow only fell lightly on it, testing the hardness of the bottle.

Seeing no trace of cracking, Han Li felt relieved in his heart. It looked like he could use more force to smash the bottle.

"Beng!" Five percent force.

"Beng!" Seven percent force.

"Beng!" Ten percent force.

"Beng!" Twelve percent force.

Han Li used more and more force, the amplitude of his arm swinging became more and more exaggerated, and the speed at which the hammer fell became faster and faster. Even, with the last blow, half of the bottle body was smashed into the blue brick, but the bottle still maintained its integrity, without any sign of being smashed.

Han Li was stunned, still unable to believe it, and used his hand to touch the place where the bottle was hit by the iron hammer. There was not a trace of smashing left on it. It was emerald green, and the entire bottle surface remained smooth and clean.

This was far beyond Han Li's expectations.

Only then did Han Li truly confirm that this little bottle was absolutely an extraordinary good thing and would never be something deliberately abandoned by others. It was most likely lost by the owner by accident. Now, perhaps the owner was searching for this object all over the mountain. If he wanted to keep this object, he must collect it well and not let outsiders see this bottle again.

In Han Li's mind, as long as he didn't take the initiative to steal or rob, things picked up from the ground naturally belonged to him. If it were ordinary things, he might have returned them to the owner, but this bottle was so mysterious. It was probably lost by disciples of wealthy families or people with status and position on the mountain. Han Li didn't have a very good impression of either of these two types of people.

Han Li's family had been very poor since he was a child. The whole family was busy all day, but often couldn't eat a full meal. In the Profound Heaven Sect, he often saw the first type of people spending money lavishly and eating and drinking luxuriously (if Profound Heaven Sect disciples were unwilling to eat ordinary food, they could pay extra to provide better meals), not treating money as money. Whenever this happened, Han Li felt uncomfortable in his heart. In addition, these wealthy disciples usually excluded and looked down on disciples like them who came from poor places, often using words to mock and insult them. Even several small conflicts occurred between the two, and there were several group fights among the children. Han Li also participated in one of the fights, but unfortunately, he was beaten black and blue by those wealthy disciples who had practiced martial arts and couldn't go out to see people. Later, he rested for several days before returning to normal.

As for those with some status and position on the mountain, they didn't leave a very good image for Han Li either. From Dharma Protector Wang collecting bribe silver from his third uncle to Wu Yan entering the Seven-Absolutes Hall directly by relying on the power of Deputy Sect Master Ma. Although he hadn't seen many big figures on the mountain, the great image of such big figures in the minds of children before had already been broken.

For things lost by these two types of people, Han Li not only didn't want to return them but also wanted to hide them like a prank.

Thinking of this, Han Li immediately took off a small leather bag hanging around his neck. This leather bag was specially sewn for him by Mother Han with a piece of animal skin when he left home. It was waterproof and moisture-proof and was used to hold a peace charm made of wild boar teeth, hoping to use it to bless him with peace and safety, free from illness and disaster.

Han Li loosened the mouth of the leather bag, put the bottle and the peace charm together, tightened the mouth of the bag, and then hung the bag back around his neck.

After doing all this, he looked around, and there was no one there. Only then did he puff out his chest and pat the slightly bulging bag on his chest, feeling that it wouldn't attract anyone's attention again.

Only then did he feel much more at ease in his heart, not afraid that any accident would happen again and the bottle would be found by the owner and wanted back.

Han Li quietly put the hammer back to its original place and, pretending to be nonchalant, strolled slowly in Divine Hand Valley for a while until the sky was completely dark before dragging his injured foot back to the room.

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