Chapter 13

Because he knew Han Li had suffered an injury on his foot, Zhang Tie personally brought the food to his room, preparing to accompany him for a meal.

Han Li watched him clumsily in his room, moving chairs and tossing tables for a long while, finally getting everything ready to eat. He couldn't help but find it a bit funny, but more of it was a bit moved.

After the two sat down at the table, they began to stuff food into their mouths while chatting about gossip in the sect, and from time to time, they exchanged their insights on practicing martial arts.

As soon as the "Elephant Armor Skill" was mentioned, Zhang Tie rolled his eyes in frustration.

The current Zhang Tie was almost terrified of the "Elephant Armor Skill." Although he only practiced the first layer, he had already been tortured by Doctor Mo until he was crying out in pain. Not only did he have to soak in some foul-smelling medicinal juice at fixed times and places, but he also had to endure Doctor Mo's wooden stick beatings from time to time, saying it was to temper his muscles and bones.

These brutal cultivation methods made him have a period when he couldn't sleep peacefully every night. Because his whole body was red and swollen, touching the wooden bed made him grit his teeth in pain.

To him, that was truly a nightmare.

And for the nameless formula Han Li practiced, Zhang Tie was greatly envious from the bottom of his heart.

He felt that every day, he just needed to sit and meditate like a monk. Hearing these words made Han Li speechless.

Han Li could still understand Zhang Tie's fear of the later layers of the "Elephant Armor Skill." Anyone who knew that they would have to endure torture several times more severe than before would be restless and unable to eat or sleep.

That Zhang Tie could persist until now without giving up already made Han Li greatly admire him.

If it were him, he would never practice this kind of self-abusing martial art, even if it could make him a first-class expert overnight, his view would be the same.

While the two were talking, dinner was almost finished. After Zhang Tie hurriedly cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, he got up to say goodbye, telling him to rest early before leaving to recuperate his foot injury.

Han Li stood at the door, watched him leave, and then hurriedly returned to the room, closing the doors and windows tightly, leaving only a skylight for ventilation open. Only then did he take out the bottle from the bag and study it again.

Han Li was, after all, only a child of ten or so. After tossing and turning for a while, seeing that there were no clues, he became a bit tired. Coupled with the injury on his foot, his spirit was also a bit exhausted, so he fell into a deep sleep leaning against the bed with the bottle in his hand.

He didn't know how long it had been. Han Li, who was sleeping sweetly, suddenly felt an icy feeling coming from one of his hands.

Han Li shuddered, barely opening his eyelids, which had become as heavy as ten thousand jun, and looked vaguely at his hand that was making mischief.

Suddenly, he sat up immediately, his mouth wide open, not even noticing the saliva flowing from one corner of his mouth. He no longer had any sleepiness and was completely stunned by the scene before him.

Strands of white light, visible to the naked eye, descended from the sky through the only open skylight in the room, all gathering on the bottle he was holding in his hand, forming white light spots the size of rice grains, surrounding the entire bottle with a thin layer of white light.

This white light was very soft and not dazzling at all, and that icy feeling came from this faint white light.

Han Li swallowed a mouthful of saliva that had become icy cold and suddenly woke up, throwing the bottle in his hand to one side as if it were hot, and crawled to the other side himself.

He observed vigilantly for a while, and finding that there seemed to be no danger, he cautiously leaned over again.

The bottle surrounded by white light looked exceptionally beautiful and tempting, and also carried a few mysterious colors.

Han Li hesitated for a moment, poked the bottle with his finger a few times, and seeing no reaction, he cautiously picked up the bottle again. He placed the bottle on the table again, while he lay nearby, excitedly observing this strange scene he had never seen before.

Han Li stared at the bottle in the white light without blinking for over a quarter of an hour, finally discovering a few mysteries within it.

This bottle, through its surface, was constantly absorbing the white light spots wandering nearby. No, not absorbing, these light spots were desperately squeezing into the bottle, one after another, as if they were alive.

Han Li was a bit curious and touched one of them with his fingertip.

It was cool! Apart from this, there was nothing else special.

Han Li raised his head to look.

Strands of white light silk were still falling from the skylight incessantly, without any sign of stopping.

Han Li looked at the closed doors and windows all around, and then looked at the skylight open above.

He had a sudden inspiration, pushed the door open gently, and poked his head out to look around.

Fortunately, it was already late at night. Apart from a few cooing sounds of autumn insects, everything outside was quiet, and there was no one around.

Han Li pulled his head back, turned around, grabbed the little bottle, put it into the leather bag, and ran out quickly.

He ran until he reached a quiet, empty, and uninhabited place before stopping.

He scanned the surroundings with his eyes to make sure there was really no one else here. Only then did he cautiously take out the bottle again and place it gently on the ground.

The light spots near the bottle had already disappeared without a trace after it was put into the leather bag.

But Han Li wasn't worried.

Sure enough, after a short while, strands of light silk, much more than in the room, gathered from all directions. Then, countless white light spots appeared densely around the little bottle, forming a giant light cluster the size of a washbasin.

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