Chapter 647: Wood-Essence Nascent Soul

The little green figure remained completely unscathed within the Divine Thunder of Primordial Chaos, and instead, it began to mock Han Li.

"Don't be so smug, so early. If you truly had the confidence to devour Han Mou's Nascent Soul, you wouldn't just be flapping your gums. If I am not mistaken, while you can devour the living souls of cultivators, that only applies to low-tier cultivators. To speak of devouring a cultivator's Nascent Soul is pure wishful thinking. Perhaps in the past, you could indeed do this, but now, you are clearly willing but lack the strength, and can only rely on this strange, monstrous form. Enough nonsense! Try my flying swords first." Han Li sneered, and with just a few words, the little figure's expression changed drastically, its eyes shooting out a venomous glare.

At this moment, Han Li pointed a finger at the flying swords circling before him. The twelve flying swords let out a long hum before transforming into green rays that shot out.

The little green figure stood in place, its expression gloomy, not moving at all. After the dozen or so green sword lights circled it for a moment, the little figure's limbs instantly split apart, being hacked into countless fragments. These fragments floated lightly in the air, shimmering slightly.

Seeing this, Han Li could not help but be stunned for a moment.

But then, a "cackle" of strange laughter came from across the way. After the light on the little figure's body fragments flashed, they actually gathered back together.

A little green figure, exactly the same as the original, reappeared right there.

"Tsk tsk, not bad, not bad! This set of flying swords of yours is refined from Golden Lightning Bamboo, right? Although I don't know why you have so much Golden Lightning Bamboo, thinking you can hurt me with just this set of flying swords is truly laughable. As for whether this old woman only knows how to flap her gums, you will know in a moment."

The little figure seemed to be thoroughly enraged by Han Li's previous words. After saying these things in a gloomy tone, it pinched a spell with both hands, and dazzling green light flashed on its body, as if it were about to unleash some divine ability.

However, before it could successfully unleash its divine ability, a flash of light appeared above its head. Twelve flying swords simultaneously crackled with electric arcs, densely forming a giant golden net that covered it from above.

"Hmph! You junior still won't give up. Didn't I say, the Divine Thunder of Primordial Chaos is of no use against me at all. Eh, what are you doing!" The young girl's voice began with some astonishment, but then it suddenly turned sharp, sounding extremely panicked.

Because after the electric net covered it, it did not explode. Instead, it instantly contracted, and in the blink of an eye, it had wrapped the little figure inside, continuously tightening and shrinking.

Seeing that the situation was bad, the little figure's green light flashed as it desperately tried to resist, but it was to no avail. A moment later, it was wrapped into a massive golden ball.

Seeing this, Han Li could not help but reveal a sneer.

To say that he had condensed the Divine Thunder of Primordial Chaos into a net—this divine ability could be considered Han Li's own invention since the birth of the Golden Lightning Bamboo.

Because even if someone had been lucky enough to obtain a section or two of Golden Lightning Bamboo in the past and refined it into a magic treasure, they would always treat its divine thunder as a trump card for dealing with demonic arts and evil methods, never daring to waste it easily.

Moreover, to form such a large golden arc electric net, without the Divine Thunder of Primordial Chaos from more than a dozen sections of Golden Lightning Bamboo, it would be impossible to condense into shape. Even if one had the intention, one lacked the conditions to achieve this step.

And after driving the Divine Thunder of Primordial Chaos for so many years, Han Li had already noticed that besides being naturally restraining against demonic arts and evil methods, the Divine Thunder of Primordial Chaos also had the miraculous effect of imprisoning and sealing five-element spiritual energy.

Whether it was the original Asura Sacred Fire or the later Wind Spirit Force, they could all be trapped alive within the Divine Thunder of Primordial Chaos, preventing them from erupting or escaping.

This unexpected discovery naturally made Han Li overjoyed.

Back when he was in the Core Formation stage, due to his cultivation limitations, he could not use the golden arc electric net with ease, so he rarely used it in battles with others.

But now that his cultivation had reached completion and he had mastered the fourth layer of the Great Expansion Art, his spiritual sense had increased significantly, and he no longer had so many misgivings.

Now, although the origin of this little figure was unknown, it was definitely not a body of flesh and blood or a ghost, but rather seemed to be a strange existence mutated from a cultivator's Nascent Soul.

Because of this, Han Li decided to try unleashing this move.

Poor little figure, although it had heard rumors of Golden Lightning Bamboo magic treasures, it knew nothing of the hidden characteristics of the Divine Thunder of Primordial Chaos. Otherwise, it would never have relied on its monstrous infant body to be so careless.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, this little figure, which had been so arrogant just a moment ago, was imprisoned and captured by Han Li without any effort.

Once Han Li succeeded, a smile appeared on his face. With a lift of his hand, a sheet of green mist shot out, rolling the golden ball back into his hand.

"You actually dare to trap this old woman, let me out quickly, otherwise I will definitely extract your soul and refine your spirit, making you wish you were dead."

The golden ball trembled slightly, and the young girl's extremely furious and shrill screams came from within, sounding extremely ear-piercing.

"Extract soul and refine spirit? It seems you still don't know your own situation, stay inside and sober up for a while!" Han Li frowned, then said with a gloomy expression.

Then, a thunderous sound rang out, and the golden arcs in his hand shot up once again.

Strands of fine silk wrapped the golden ball layer after layer. It was only after consuming nearly half of the Divine Thunder of Primordial Chaos stored in the flying swords that Han Li looked at the golden ball, which had grown several times larger, and revealed a look of satisfaction.

Then, ignoring the young girl's insane cursing from within the golden ball, he slapped his storage bag, and a white jade box appeared in his hand.

He stuffed the golden ball into the jade box, immediately covered it, and then fished out several restriction talismans from his storage bag, sticking them onto the box without hesitation.

Instantly, the sound from within the box came to an abrupt halt.

Han Li weighed the jade box, and his expression returned to normal.

He glanced at the short, fat cultivator who had lost his soul and become a living dead man, and with an expressionless face, shot out a fireball, turning him into ashes.

Afterwards, he flew toward the small town without haste.

After a short while, Han Li appeared leisurely in the inn, never going out again, quietly waiting for the arrival of the birthday celebration.

Not long after, the cultivators of Yuanwu Kingdom were astonished to discover that the "Peng Yi Twin Fiends," who were notorious among rogue cultivators for killing and seizing treasures, had evaporated from Yuanwu Kingdom without any warning. No one ever heard of the two again.

The appearance of such a situation naturally represented the demise of the two in the cultivation world.

After this news spread, the rogue cultivators of Yuanwu Kingdom clapped and cheered for a while. Some said the two had offended a major cultivation sect and were wiped out. Others said that because their reputation was too foul, they were finally cleaned up by a passing expert, and for a time, rumors were flying everywhere.

Tianluo Kingdom, located tens of millions of miles away from Yuanwu Kingdom, was the lair of the Six Sects of the Demonic Path.

And the Qiling Mountain in the west of Tianluo Kingdom, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, had steep terrain, and the various spirit beasts and strange insects within the mountain were countless. It was precisely the location of the Spirit Beast Sect's mountain gate.

And just at the moment he imprisoned the monstrous infant little figure, a roar of an old man, extremely furious, suddenly came from a pitch-black stone room in Qiling Mountain.

"Who is it, who imprisoned the Wood-Essence Nascent Soul! Come here, quickly contact the Spirit Beast Sect disciples in Yuanwu Kingdom. If the escaped Wood-Essence Nascent Soul is not found within three months, punish them for both crimes and let them 'commit suicide' to apologize. In addition, must act carefully, absolutely do not let the Demonic Flame Sect discover this matter."

Although the old man in the room was extremely furious, the matters he ordered were still clear and logical.

"Obey, Uncle-Master. I will go and handle this immediately." A steady male voice rang out outside the stone room.

"Don't be in a hurry! Also, call Han Yunzhi and Liu Yu to make a trip to Yuanwu Kingdom personally. Both of them are wood-attribute spirit root holders, and are also the best candidates for merging with the Wood-Essence Nascent Soul. If they are closer to the spirit infant, perhaps they can sense something. However, tell them to be careful. Whoever can imprison the spirit infant must have significant divine abilities and is definitely not someone they can contend with. As long as they find out who imprisoned the spirit infant, I will personally meet this person." The old man suddenly ordered again.

"Yes, I will personally invite the two Junior-Sisters to set out. This nephew will take his leave first." The man outside the office replied respectfully.

Afterwards, footsteps rang out and gradually faded away.

And in the stone room, a deep sigh rang out, and the darkness became silent.

In the giant fortress completely obscured by purple mist on Zidao Mountain, the current head of the Fu family, Fu Fu Tianhua, could be described as high-spirited and radiant, appearing extremely kind to every junior in the family he met, which made some juniors who were used to the stern face of this clan head feel flattered.

This was also understandable, as the 400th birthday of this old ancestor was coming soon, and as the oldest Core Formation cultivator currently in the Fu family, even the two protectors of the Demonic Flame Sect were coming here today to wish him a happy birthday. This was an event that would greatly increase the Fu family's prestige once again.

Those juniors of the Fu family naturally did not dare to be the slightest bit careless, all working tirelessly in the fortress. They could not let the old ancestor lose any face on his birthday.

And after this old ancestor took a brief tour of the fortress, he seemed very satisfied, and accompanied by several juniors, he entered a side hall in the fortress.

"Qing'er! Have the distinguished guests from the Demonic Flame Sect not arrived yet? There won't be any trouble that prevents them from coming to the Fu family, right?" This hawk-eyed, purple-robed old ancestor of the Fu family leaned on a grand armchair in the side hall and asked leisurely.

His voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty. He was worthy of being the person who had managed the Fu family to be so prosperous and flourishing within a hundred years.

"Reporting to Old Ancestor, Senior Sun from the Demonic Flame Sect has already sent word through clan disciples. This time, he and Protector Mo will definitely come personally to wish Old Ancestor a happy birthday. I expect they will arrive within a day or two." A white-faced cultivator in his forties stood with his hands folded and replied, not daring to show the slightest bit of negligence on his face.