Chapter 42: Cloud Wing Bird

"You are too complacent. This kid is very shrewd and not a simple character. Don't look at the success being within reach, only to fall short and be defeated by this kid." Suddenly, the voice of another young man echoed in Doctor Mo's mind.

Doctor Mo's expression changed, his face looking as if it were covered in frost, and he coldly reprimanded:

"Yu Zitong, don't meddle in my affairs. I don't need you to lecture me. If I can succeed, there will naturally be benefits for you. Instead, the cultivation technique you gave me seems to have flaws. Are you hoping that I will have an accident when the time comes!" The suspicion in Doctor Mo's words was clear at a glance.

This voice seemed very afraid of Doctor Mo. After hearing his threat, it hurriedly explained:

"How could there be mistakes? Didn't you test it with animals? As for the death of one of them, it was just because you weren't familiar with the cultivation technique. However, the death of that one shouldn't hinder your plan."

"Hmph! It better be so. It's a pity I can't practice more, otherwise, I would have a few more points of certainty." After hearing the voice's words and thinking about the cultivation experiment he did last time, Doctor Mo's last trace of suspicion disappeared.

After he finished this sentence, the voice seemed to have learned the lesson just now and didn't open its mouth to answer. Only Doctor Mo was left talking to himself neurotically, and the atmosphere in the whole room appeared particularly eerie.

At this time, Han Li was in an inconspicuous mountain gully, which was even more remote and hidden than the place where he met Li Feiyu.

The terrain here was strip-shaped, sandwiched into a "one" shape by two steep small mountain peaks. The two ends of the mountain gully were blocked tightly by bushes, making it impossible to pass. Except for a rope secretly lowered from the top of the shorter mountain peak, there was no other way out.

Moreover, dense thorn forests grew here, occupying a large area of the land, leaving only a small open space where Han Li could stand. At the top of the mountain gully, countless unknown vines were woven together, forming a natural green canopy, so Han Li didn't have to worry about anyone passing by here unintentionally and seeing him below.

Han Li put his belongings under a huge mountain stone, returned to the center of the open space, closed his eyes to ponder for a moment, then opened his eyes, revealing a firm expression, and said softly: "Let's start with the most difficult Bone-Softening Technique."

Just like that, Han Li began his solitary cultivation path.

He didn't know that not far from him, a small yellow bird was crouching on a branch, watching him day and night. It was only because it saw that he had no intention of escaping that it didn't fly back to report to its master.

Time passed quickly, and half of the four months had passed.

At this time, in the mountain gully, looking at it, it was empty and deserted. Han Li, who was originally here, had disappeared, and only that small yellow bird remained in place, using its beak to slowly groom its feathers, ignoring the disappearance of its surveillance target, seemingly having thrown its mission to the back of its mind.

Suddenly, another small gray bird flew through the green vines above and into the gully. After circling a few times above, it landed on a yellow wooden stake on the edge of the open space, seemingly intending to rest for a while before flying away.

At this time, the small yellow bird tilted its head, looking at its fellow species that had just arrived with a proud gaze, and then revealed a mocking expression like a human, seemingly disdaining the gray bird.

The bird that had just arrived stood on one leg, looked around, and finally discovered its fellow species. It spread its wings, seemingly wanting to fly over.

Suddenly, an accident occurred. A withered yellow palm descended from the sky and grabbed the bewildered gray bird.

This change terrified it. It struggled desperately, but unfortunately, it couldn't escape the control of the owner of this palm.

Only then did the little bird discover that the wooden stake under its feet had turned into a youth wearing yellow clothes at some point. This youth had a dark complexion, looked ordinary, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and apart from his eyes being a bit clear, there was nothing else attractive about him.

The youth smiled, watching the little bird struggling in his hand. When it was almost completely exhausted, he loosened his hand and said gently:

"Go, don't be so silly next time! Look clearly at the location before landing."

The little bird gained its freedom, couldn't care about its fellow species, flapped its wings in a panic, and flew out of the gully without looking back.

After watching the little bird fly away, the youth stood there without moving. After a long while, he slowly said to himself:

"It seems that my Breath-Restraining Technique and Disguise Technique have reached a certain level. Next, I should practice the secret assassination technique in the secret room."

After saying this, Han Li moved his figure and walked toward the newly built small wooden house nearby. When passing by the tree where the small yellow bird was, he couldn't help but look up.

Han Li had discovered this little bird with strange behavior more than half a month ago. It had been staying on a nearby branch, watching him at all times, seemingly extremely spiritual.

When he first saw it, Han Li was fascinated by its spirituality and loved this little yellow bird extremely.

He tried to lure it away, but no matter what method he used—"luring," "seducing," "setting traps"—it didn't work. This little bird had no intention of taking the bait at all and would occasionally look at him with a look like looking at a fool, despising him, making Han Li feel a bit bitter.

Later, he got angry and wanted to step forward and use force, but before he could get close, it immediately spread its wings and flew into the sky; as soon as Han Li left, it immediately flew back and landed in its original place, making Han Li have to stand in place and stare blankly.

Thinking of this, Han Li turned his head back a bit sullenly. In fact, he had already faintly realized that the origin of this little bird was probably related to that Doctor Mo, and it was very likely an ear and eye sent by him to monitor him.

However, Han Li didn't care. As long as it wasn't Doctor Mo monitoring him personally, what could a little bird tell him specifically? Moreover, he really loved this spiritual little fellow and couldn't bear to use vicious other means to deal with it.

And at this time, Doctor Mo was in a stone room, drawing a strange formation with beast bone powder. While drawing, he was discussing something with another person in his mind, completely unaware that Han Li had already seen through his monitoring methods.

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