Chapter 67

Han Li, who had not moved for a long while, suddenly raised his right hand and held one finger straight up, appearing somewhat inexplicable. 【Net】

But soon, at a place half an inch above Han Li's fingertip, a trace of spatial fluctuation suddenly occurred, and several sparks appeared out of thin air. As soon as the sparks appeared, they immediately made a "Zhi-la" sound, and amidst the spatial distortion, they turned into a red fireball the size of a walnut for no reason. Although this fireball was not large, a wave of scorching high temperature spread throughout the entire room following the appearance of the small fireball.

Han Li still had the book covering his face, lying motionless as if asleep. Only the small fireball on his fingertip continuously emitted the "Zhi-la! Zhi-la!" sound of high-temperature burning, appearing exceptionally eye-catching compared to his motionless fingers.

Time passed minute by minute, and the fireball still maintained its extraordinary vigorous vitality, showing no signs of wanting to extinguish. But Han Li finally had some different reactions; his fingertip supporting the fireball began to tremble slightly. At first, it was just his finger, but as time passed, his wrist, his entire arm, and even his whole body gradually began to shake.

Suddenly, Han Li sat straight up from the grand armchair, not even realizing that the book on his face had slid to the ground.

He stared fixedly at the small fireball on his fingertip, his face flushed red. Small beads of sweat also seeped out from the exposed skin from his forehead to his neck, as if he had just finished some strenuous exercise, and his whole body was steaming hot.

A moment later, the fireball began to sway amidst Han Li's violent shaking. The flames on it began to grow larger and smaller, unable to maintain its calmness. Before long, it finally became smaller, turned back into sparks, and disappeared into the air.

As soon as the fireball disappeared, Han Li lay back on the chair as if his spine had been pulled out, appearing extremely exhausted, as if he had just done something that consumed a great deal of physical strength.

"This Fireball Technique is really hard to practice! I've studied it for nearly half a year, yet I still haven't been able to fully grasp its essentials; I've only extended the time it appears by just a little bit." Han Li looked at the ceiling and muttered to himself.

It turned out that on the last few pages of this Everlasting Spring Technique manual, there were also several crude magic spells recorded. Knowing at a glance that these were things for entry-level immortal cultivators, Han Li felt as if he had obtained a treasure and was so excited that he couldn't sleep for several nights in a row.

It was no wonder he was so excited; ever since he had seen the several magic spells Doctor Mo had displayed, Han Li had been greatly interested in these incredible, powerful, and unfathomable things.

But the pitiful thing was that the current Han Li had a body full of Everlasting Spring Technique magic power at the peak of the sixth layer, but was like a beggar holding a golden bowl to beg for food, not knowing the slightest technique for casting spells, and not even knowing the principles of the most basic magic spells. But now he had suddenly found several magic spell oral formulas suitable for a novice like him. How could this not make him overjoyed?

The magic spells recorded on the final pages included five types of oral formulas: "Fireball Technique," "Spirit-Fixing Talisman," "Wind-Control Technique," "Object-Control Technique," and "Heavenly Eye Technique." Every sentence of the oral formulas contained in these magic spells was so ancient, profound, and difficult for Han Li to comprehend.

This was no wonder; the terminology of these oral formulas was spelled out using some relatively ancient literary vocabulary. Although he had read quite a few books, his attainments in this area were truly very shallow, and he naturally could not comprehend the meaning within at once.

Helpless, Han Li finally brought out the desperate spirit he had when he first learned the Everlasting Spring Technique, plunged into a pile of various books related to ancient texts, and began to bitterly study the true meaning contained in the oral formulas day and night. He would not stop until he had repeatedly pondered and contemplated every sentence and every word dozens of times, ensuring that he had truly comprehended them without causing any ambiguity.

Even though he had never learned any magic spells before, he knew deeply that if such infinite power went wrong, it would be far more severe than any Qi deviation of true Qi, and it could very likely take his small life in an instant. For the sake of his own safety, Han Li was so cautious and did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.

After three months of in-depth study, Han Li finally mastered all these oral formulas theoretically, so he began the practice of real magic spells.

This actual hands-on learning gave Han Li a not-so-small blow.

He originally thought that with the intelligence he had when learning the "Blinking Sword Technique," learning magic spells shouldn't be too difficult. But who knew that he would suddenly become exceptionally stupid in this regard. He clearly knew the principles, but when he actually tried to perform them, he couldn't do them correctly no matter what. Either the technique was wrong, the oral formula was recited incorrectly, or the magic power was not in place, making him appear dull.

Han Li had no way to deal with this either. If it were a problem of insufficient magic power, he would have a way to solve it; at most, he would just take two more spirit medicines to solve it.

But this was clearly a problem that he himself could not grasp. It seemed his talent for magic spells was not as good as he had imagined. This was the conclusion Han Li reached after a period of hard work.

After Han Li's long period of bitter practice, he finally achieved small success in the "Fireball Technique" and "Heavenly Eye Technique," but for the other three magic spells, he hadn't even touched the threshold and had no effect at all.

Depressed, he had no choice but to focus his spirit on the "Fireball Technique" and "Heavenly Eye Technique," the magic spells he could currently grasp, and placed quite a lot of hope in them.

Among them, the power of the "Fireball Technique" truly did not disappoint Han Li, and even far exceeded Han Li's expectations.

Don't look at the small size of the fireball in the "Fireball Technique"; the terrifying high temperature contained within it was almost invincible against everything and could burn anything.

Even a weapon forged from refined steel, when hit by this fireball, would have the part it touched melted into molten iron in the blink of an eye.

After seeing this inhuman and terrifying power, Han Li even threw the fireball onto the water surface to test it. As a result, this area of water was immediately ignited by the fireball as if it were oil, showing no sign of being restrained by the large amount of water at all.

After thoroughly understanding the power of the "Fireball Technique," Han Li finally understood why Yu Yu Zitong had such an arrogant attitude of looking down on mortals.

Think about it, an immortal cultivator who knows a little bit of magic spells can easily kill the so-called experts and masters in the Jianghu using a small magic spell like the "Fireball Technique." If an immortal cultivator with deeper cultivation were to make a move, wouldn't that sweep across the entire Jianghu and make them invincible in the world?

With such a huge disparity in strength, it was no wonder that immortal cultivators like Yu Yu Zitong would look at ordinary people with the eyes of looking at ants.

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