Chapter 660

Han Li had indeed flown beyond Wu Li Gou and long since Dun ed over ten li away; after uttering the final words of his transmission, he vanished without looking back, transforming into a streak of azure light.

The Han family members, though somewhat related to him, were never his true family in his heart—his parents, elder brother, and younger sister remained his only true kin.

Though the Confucian scholar and the giant remained profoundly respectful toward him, Han Li could not feel any deep closeness; the generational distance, coupled with the changes in Qingniu Village and Wu Li Gou, left him feeling alienated and utterly estranged.

Yet after returning to his hometown, the last lingering attachment in his heart had finally begun to fade; he believed that with the passage of time, this connection would eventually become insignificant.

Han Li silently pondered, fixed his direction, and accelerated his flight.

Several days later, Han Li passed through Lanzhou and, on a sudden impulse, detoured to visit Jiayuan City.

Upon entering, he discovered the city, too, had changed beyond recognition.

Not only had Sun Ergou and the Siping Gang vanished entirely, but even the Five-Color Sect, once dominant across all of Lanzhou, had disappeared over a hundred years ago, replaced by the newly risen "Tianyi Society."

If he remembered correctly, the Five-Color Sect had once been backed by Spirit Beasts Mountain, which, before its decisive battle with the demonic sects, had suddenly defected back to the Yu Ling Sect.

Now that Yueguo was under the control of the Ghost Spirit Sect, the decline of the Five-Color Sect was only natural.

He wondered whether the Ink Jade Pearl and her daughter Li Ying Ning had met with misfortune; unfortunately, the events of that time were too distant—though Han Li had inquired slightly, he received no news.

Han Li could only sigh and departed hastily.

As for Sun Ergou, though Sun's family had once pledged allegiance to him, he had never once demanded anything of them; instead, he had repeatedly granted Sun Ergou favors, and now that he could find no trace of the Sun family, he had no reason to dwell on them.

Thus, Han Li left Jiayuan City, his heart now free of attachments, and headed straight toward Yuanwu Country, planning to cross it and return to Luoyun Sect.

But just half a day after leaving Jiayuan City, he suddenly froze midair, his expression startled.

He turned his head and gazed far off to one side, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Meanwhile, a group two hundred li away also halted their flight; two white-robed women exchanged uneasy glances, their jade faces darkening with solemnity.

"Aunties! What's wrong? Is something amiss?" an old man behind the two women asked anxiously, noticing their expressions.

"Hmm. Just now we sensed the opponent's position, but the Nascent Soul suddenly stopped moving, utterly still—perhaps it has detected our presence." The white-robed woman with willow-browed phoenix eyes had lost all her languid air; instead, she radiated a blade-like sharpness.

"Impossible. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't sense this far. Perhaps your aunts just activated a secret technique and disturbed the Nascent Soul within the talisman, causing the opponent to notice something odd." A burly man beside her guessed, his face changing.

"Impossible. Our technique was passed down directly by our ancestral master—it only senses the position of the Wood Nascent Soul. As long as the opponent's cultivation hasn't reached late Nascent Soul, he cannot detect anything unusual. We're hundreds of li apart; even the strongest ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator can barely perceive movements within a hundred li, let alone farther. Could the one pursuing the talisman's Nascent Soul truly be some late-stage elder monster?" The Liu woman shook her head decisively.

"But Aunt Liu, why then would the opponent…" A green-robed female cultivator of Foundation Establishment still worried and tried to speak.

But suddenly, Han Han Yunzhi, who had been silently forming hand seals, gasped and spoke out.

"Trouble! The Nascent Soul's position has moved—it's flying straight toward us!"

"What? Coming this way? It truly detected us?" The Liu woman's face paled as she frantically formed hand seals to sense again.

"The one controlling the talisman's Nascent Soul is indeed coming this way—and at an astonishing speed. He's unquestionably a Nascent Soul cultivator," the woman declared coldly moments later.

"Run! We must not engage him—if we do, we'll die for certain. I recall the Ghost Spirit Sect's branch in Lanzhou is nearby. Let's flee there. Though the two sects have tensions, we're both demonic sects; against this unknown Nascent Soul cultivator, we must rely on their fortifications for protection. Besides, he may not dare openly attack a Ghost Spirit Sect branch—our chance to escape is high." Han Han Yunzhi paused briefly, then spoke slowly.

"Aunt Han is right—we must go now, or it'll be too late!" The green-robed giant, hearing a Nascent Soul cultivator was approaching, swallowed hard, visibly panicked.

"Hmph! What's there to panic about? Do you think I don't know? All six of us activate the Spirit Union Technique—merge our spiritual powers into one, and our flight speed will increase by nearly half. Quick, begin!" The Liu woman raised her eyebrows, her gaze icy as she swept the giant with a glance.

The giant flinched and dared not speak again.

Immediately, under Han Han Yunzhi and the Liu woman's lead, the six began their ritual, each summoning their magic treasures and artifacts, merging their spiritual energy into a single stream, appearing as one being as they transformed into a streak of golden light and shot back along their path—faster than any could believe.

Meanwhile, Han Li, on the other end, flew forward with grim determination.

He himself wasn't entirely sure how strong his spiritual sense had become.

He only knew that when he deliberately activated it, using the fourth layer of the Great Expansion Technique, his spiritual sense could fully cover a hundred li. Beyond that, though he couldn't perceive every detail, he could still sense the general movements within two or three hundred li with near-perfect accuracy.

Just now, while flying, he suddenly sensed a hidden, peculiar spiritual force lingering near him—this startled him.

The force was extremely faint and strange; had his spiritual sense not been this powerful, even an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator would have missed it.

Though he didn't know exactly what was happening, Han Li knew trouble had arrived.

He suspected either the massacre of the Fu family in Yuanwu Country had been exposed, or the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators he'd casually eliminated in Mount Taiyue had triggered something.

Without hesitation, he spread his spiritual sense in all directions—and indeed, he spotted several cultivators stealthily trailing him two hundred li behind.

Though he hadn't yet identified who they were due to the distance, Han Li had already decided to kill them, and flew forward without pause.

He would never allow any cultivator capable of tracking him to linger at his back—he'd eliminate them now, lest they become endless trouble.

After all, they appeared to be only two or three Core Formation cultivators—dispatching them should be effortless!

Instantly, a thick golden streak fled desperately ahead, while far behind, a dazzling azure light over ten zhang long emitted a clear hum as it chased after.

But within moments, Han Li's flight had drawn within a hundred li—this caused the Liu woman, who had been constantly sensing Han Li's position, to turn pale, finally revealing a trace of fear.

At this rate, they would be caught before even half the distance to the Ghost Spirit Sect branch was covered—there would be no time to reach safety.

In desperation, she turned her head to consult Han Han Yunzhi on escape tactics—but Han Han Yunzhi spoke first, her face lighting up with quiet joy.

"Look! Ahead, there's a group of Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators—they seem to be heading straight toward us."

"Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators?"

Han Han Yunzhi's quiet exclamation not only lifted the Liu woman's spirits but also brought sudden hope to the old man and the other four Yu Ling Sect cultivators. Though they didn't expect the Ghost Spirit Sect to stand against a Nascent Soul cultivator, even a slight delay would help.

Indeed, in an instant, the others also spotted a dozen faint black dots emerging ahead.

Seeing this, the Liu woman felt slightly relieved, yet secretly glanced at Han Han Yunzhi—she was startled that her fellow "sister" had spotted the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators long before she had.

There was only one Wood Nascent Soul; though she and Han Han Yunzhi were nominally sister-disciples, they were in fierce competition, each vying to be the one to fuse with it. They called each other "sister" warmly, but behind the scenes, their rivalry was intense—neither would willingly give up such a chance to ascend instantly.

At that moment, the golden streak of the six cultivators arrived before the Ghost Spirit Sect group; their spiritual energy dispersed, and the six separated, revealing themselves clearly before the others.

The Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators had already noticed the Yu Ling Sect group; though they made no overtly hostile move, they scattered slightly, adopting defensive postures.

"Oh? Isn't this Aunt Han and Aunt Liu of the Yu Ling Sect? What brings you two to Yueguo? You're unexpected guests indeed!" A voice of mild surprise came from the black-robed group; three Core Formation cultivators stepped forward—two men and one woman.

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