Chapter 591: Yin-Yang Reincarnation Art

Not long after, even Mei Ning heard footsteps approaching, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, as someone was slowly drawing near.

She looked at Han Li with a slightly uneasy expression on her beautiful face.

As it turned out, Han Li's expression remained as usual, and he stood motionless on the spot. However, seeming to sense the woman's gaze, he turned his face and actually smiled gently at her.

Mei Ning couldn't help but blush involuntarily and hurriedly averted her eyes from Han Li's, but her heart suddenly felt at ease.

The footsteps became clearly audible, and the two of them could even hear the other party's slight panting quite distinctly.

What surprised Han Li somewhat was that, judging by the sound, it didn't seem to be just one person; it appeared to be two people coming one after the other.

Han Li frowned, and a trace of baleful aura faintly surfaced on his face.

The thick fog before them suddenly dispersed, and a young man wearing a high crown walked out.

This person had delicate features and a jade belt wrapped around his waist, upon which white light faintly flickered.

However, the moment the man saw Han Li appear before him, his expression changed immediately, and he let out a cry of alarm.

"It's you?"

This person was none other than that successor of the Six Paths, Wen Wen Tianren, and he was currently filled with a look of astonishment.

"It is indeed me. You can go in peace!" Han Li spat out expressionlessly. At the same time, he raised his right hand, a flash of green light appeared, and a small sword shot out with a "whoosh," piercing straight into the man's chest.

With a light "clink," the small sword was easily deflected as if it had struck iron armor, falling to the ground. Looking at the torn clothing, green light could be seen faintly flickering within.

"Inner armor?"

Having failed to succeed with one strike, Han Li couldn't help but be a bit surprised. However, after a cold snort, he raised his other hand, and another streak of green light shot out.

This time, it was aimed at the man's exposed throat.

But Wen Wen Tianren had reacted by this time. In his shock and anger, he naturally wouldn't wait on the spot to die. His figure suddenly swayed, dodging the incoming green light, and at the same time, he pushed off with both feet, shooting toward the thick fog behind him, his movements appearing quite agile.

Han Li's attack had missed once again, yet he looked coldly at Wen Wen Tianren's retreating figure without moving his feet, a trace of mockery hanging on the corners of his mouth.

Wen Wen Tianren, who had looked back in a hurry, felt something was amiss the moment he saw Han Li's expression. He immediately twisted his body, intending to change direction in mid-air, but it was already too late. A sharp, cold wind suddenly struck the back of his head, and in an instant, a chill ran down his neck as a small sword pierced through from behind. A translucent, thread-like beast tendon was wrapped around the hilt, now pulled taut.

Wen Wen Tianren's corpse fell heavily to the ground, trailing a stream of blood.

His eyes were wide open, as if he still couldn't believe he had died just like that.

Han Li expressionlessly gave his right hand a light flick. With the tension and pull of the beast tendon tightly wrapped around his finger, the small sword obediently shot back, landing once again in his palm.

At this moment, Han Li narrowed his eyes and stared back into the thick fog.

A slender figure flickered, and the second person slowly walked out of the fog; it was actually a stunningly beautiful young woman dressed in white.

The woman gave Han Li a charming smile and said in a voice that was breathtakingly beautiful:

"Brother Han! I didn't expect us to meet again."

"Miss Zi Ling!" Han Li nodded with his usual expression, and with a flick of his sleeve, the two small swords in his hand vanished without a trace.

When he had been trapped in the golden flames that day, he had heard the conversation between Wen Wen Tianren and Zi Ling, so he naturally recognized this Zi Ling Shi Xianzi, whose appearance had changed greatly. And he had to admit that Zi Ling, revealing her true face, was indeed worthy of her great reputation for beauty that spread throughout the Chaotic Star Sea. In terms of looks alone, even the charming Yuan Yao seemed to be slightly inferior to her.

However, at this moment, the elegant and refined young woman glanced at the corpse on the ground and said with a light sigh:

"I really didn't expect that Young Master Wen, who always called himself the number one person of the Core Formation stage, would actually die at your hands in this way. If others were to know of this, I'm afraid most wouldn't believe it."

"He shouldn't have appeared here at this time in the first place. Since we ran into each other, I naturally wouldn't let him go again." Han Li said calmly. He then walked a few steps to the side of the corpse, unceremoniously grabbing the storage pouch at its waist, while his gaze curiously swept over that Bi Yun belt.

"That is the Four Symbols Coiled Dragon Belt. It is inlaid with four types of rare pearls that repel wind, fire, water, and dust, and it also has the miraculous effect of calming the spirit and stabilizing the soul. It can be considered a rare treasure. He relied entirely on this belt to climb up here without incident," Zi Ling Shi Xianzi explained with a pursed-lip smile.

"Four Symbols Belt, it is indeed very suitable for use at this time." Han Li hesitated for a moment, but still bent down and took the belt into his hand as well.

Afterward, he searched the corpse again without any qualms, obtaining a green inner armor and several other treasures.

"Brother Han, this fellow Daoist is..." Zi Ling's bright eyes turned, glancing a few times at Mei Ning, who was standing behind Han Li, and she asked with a blink of her beautiful eyes.

"This is Miss Mei. A fellow Daoist who teleported here with me," Han Li said in a deep voice without changing his expression.

"So it is Miss Mei!"

"Mei Ning greets fellow Daoist Zi Ling!"

Mei Ning was a bit uneasy, but she still curiously sized up the stunning young woman.

She had naturally heard of Zi Ling Shi Xianzi's great reputation for beauty, and for a moment, she was stunned by her astonishing appearance. Now, seeing that Han Li actually seemed to know the other party, she couldn't help but secretly guess at their relationship.

After Zi Ling gave Mei Ning a friendly smile, she turned her face and revealed a slightly apologetic expression to Han Li.

"Fellow Daoist doesn't blame Zi Ling for not taking action to deal with Young Master Wen together that day, right? I was actually..." The young woman seemed to want to explain what happened that day.

"Miss Zi Ling, there is no need to say more! Although I don't know why fellow Daoist Zi Ling would walk together with this successor of the Six Paths, I could still see your reluctance. Moreover, that Wen Wen Tianren once asked you to take action against my companion from the valley, and Miss Zi Ling did not truly take action. I have kept that in mind as well," Han Li waved his hand, interrupting her as if he didn't care.

"Since Brother Han can understand my hidden difficulties, then Zi Ling will say no more. I wonder if Zi Ling can now travel along with Brother Han and fellow Daoist Mei."

Seeing that Han Li truly had no intention of venting his anger, Zi Ling felt a slight relief in her heart and immediately asked with a smile.

"Of course you can! We have only walked less than half of the fog, and the road ahead is not necessarily easy to walk. Let's set off now, so as not to waste time." Han Li pondered for a moment before calmly agreeing.

"Since fellow Daoist Zi Ling has also arrived here, let's go together. We have only walked less than half of this fog. You two fellow Daoists have no objections, right!"

"Many thanks, Brother Han!" Zi Ling smiled charmingly, her bright eyes like water, her beauty unparalleled.

Not long after, the three of them disappeared into the thick fog, leaving behind only Wen Wen Tianren's already cold corpse.

Almost at the same time, inside a stone cave in the Yin Underworld, a very strange scene was taking place.

A beautiful woman sat cross-legged on the ground, and opposite her was a slender ghost shadow shrouded in black energy, also sitting cross-legged. Although it was very blurry, it should also be a young woman.

"Junior Sister, have you really decided to accompany me in practicing this Yin-Yang Reincarnation Art? This is not a wise choice." A somewhat unfamiliar woman's voice advised faintly.

"Senior Sister Yan, you also know that because I performed the Soul Returning Art, my original Golden Core has already shattered. My path to continue cultivation is almost cut off. And I originally thought that by paying such a great price, I could let Senior Sister return to her soul. But I didn't expect to run into this Ghost Fog, and the Soul Returning Art was interrupted when it was only half done. As a result, Senior Sister's essence soul has solidified quite a bit, but there is no longer any hope of regaining a physical body. However, fortunately, misfortune and fortune depend on each other. There is such rich Yin Underworld energy here, which is of great benefit to Senior Sister's practice of Ghost Dao arts. And this Yin-Yang Reincarnation Art is a rare human-ghost dual cultivation technique. With such rich Yin Underworld energy here, not only can Senior Sister practice at lightning speed, but I might also be able to return to the Core Formation stage, and even condensing a Nascent Soul is not unimaginable," this beautiful woman was none other than Yuan Yao, who had also been captured here, and she said this with extreme calmness.

"Since that is the case, I will no longer try to dissuade you. But I want to remind Junior Sister that this technique is a human-ghost dual cultivation technique. Although it progresses extremely fast here with the help of Yin energy, once the technique is perfected, the harm you suffer will not be small, and you will also lose the qualification to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. You had better think it over again. Otherwise, the Qingyang Sect has had this technique for so long, and I have never seen anyone practice it," the ghost shadow woman in the black energy seemed somewhat helpless and could only offer two final words of advice.

"Senior Sister, no need to say more. My mind is made up, and I will not regret it!" Yuan Yao said resolutely with a solemn expression.

"Alright. Since Junior Sister is not afraid of this harm, I, Senior Sister, care even less. Let us practice this Yin-Yang Reincarnation Art together!" A long, faint sigh came from the black energy, and then the beautiful Yan, who had turned into a ghost shadow, stretched out two palms wrapped in black energy.

Seeing this, Yuan Yao stretched out her palms without hesitation and gently pressed them against hers. Afterward, she closed her eyes and began her path of cultivation.

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