Chapter 887: Crisis

"That is of course. Other matters, I have no interest in knowing. This deal is settled. This place is somewhat eye-catching; follow me to another place before casting the spell." A smile appeared on Han Li's face, and without waiting for the other party's agreement, he flicked his sleeve toward the young man's face.

A sheet of green mist flew out and directly covered Feng Yue's head. The young man tilted and fell over, but was caught around the waist by the green mist and floated up gently.

Although Han Li's cultivation was sealed, his application of magic power techniques was still perfect, far beyond what a Foundation Establishment cultivator could compare to.

At this moment, the black cloud transformed by the Second Nascent Soul also flew out from the woods nearby. After a flicker, it transformed back into the appearance of an infant and floated before Han Li, one hand still clutching the triangular spike, the other clutching the eagle-eyed old man's primordial spirit.

"Keeping it is useless, destroy it." After glancing at the old man's primordial spirit, Han Li said casually without emotion.

Upon hearing this, the Second Nascent Soul grinned, and black-green flames suddenly erupted from its tightly clenched hand.

With a tremor of the green light, it silently turned into a wisp of green smoke within the flames.

At the same time, Han Li flicked his finger, and an egg-sized fireball struck the remains of the old man's corpse.

Fire soared into the sky, and from then on, the eagle-eyed old man was utterly destroyed in body and soul.

Afterward, Han Li reached out and beckoned toward the ground, and a storage bag and the fiery red small sword flew into his hand.

After cleaning up the remaining obvious traces, Han Li took Feng Yue and flew into the sky on his magic tool, heading toward the pile of rubble where he had previously been meditating.

Before his cultivation was unsealed, he naturally had to be as careful as possible.

But speaking of which, the current Han Li was also quite depressed.

Although his spiritual sense was incredibly powerful, comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he dared not release his spiritual sense too far under normal circumstances, and instead had to actively restrain most of it. Otherwise, if he were discovered by the Tuwu people's Great Immortal Masters or other Tuwu Immortal Masters who cultivated spiritual sense secret techniques, he would truly be dead.

But if he only restrained his spiritual sense to the vicinity, it was possible for a high-level Tuwu cultivator to approach without him knowing.

Back when he was cultivating the Gold-Devouring Beetles in the middle of the grassland, the reason he was discovered was partly because he had been a bit lax and careless. But more so, it was because he had restrained his spiritual sense to the vicinity. As a result, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator chased after a spirit beast and flew over; the speed was so fast that it seemed no less than a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. The distance of over twenty miles was covered in an instant. Even though he discovered them, it was too late to retrieve the beetles and leave, which was why he suffered this unprovoked disaster.

However, in such a vast Tianlan grassland, he just happened to run into a mid-stage Nascent Soul Tuwu Immortal Master who was skilled in flight techniques. He didn't know if the other party's luck was too bad, or if he was even more unlucky!

He believed that if both sides had understood the other party's divine abilities even slightly, they probably wouldn't have started a fight.

Whenever he thought of this, Han Li couldn't help but feel a sense of being unable to laugh or cry.

Now, although he had suffered a backlash of baleful qi and his magic power was sealed, the other party had only escaped with one-seventh of their Nascent Soul using that strange divine ability, and their cultivation was likely severely damaged. He didn't know how many years it would take to recover.

For some reason, Han Li thought of this again in the air. After sighing, he returned to the sky above the pile of rubble and landed calmly.

A day later, Han Li returned to the station as promised. At this moment, there were significantly fewer tents here than two days ago. It seemed that some tribes had finished resting and were setting off one after another.

But when Han Li returned to the Canglu tribe's tent, Ying Lu and the others were already prepared and had readied the carriages, waiting for Han Li, this Immortal Master, to return.

Upon seeing Han Li, Ying Lu was naturally overjoyed and hurriedly invited Han Li into the carriage. Then, they drove the caravan away from the spot, heading straight for the exit on the other side of the station.

Han Li sat in his original carriage, gently closed his eyes, and prepared to rest his mind for a moment.

But what he didn't expect was that not long after the carriage left the gate, it suddenly stopped with a creak.

Han Li frowned and opened his eyes, but he didn't lift the curtain, instead releasing some spiritual sense to pay attention to the situation nearby.

Not long after, several small caravans arrived one after another. The leaders of the caravans greeted Ying Lu politely, and then merged their teams together.

Only then did Han Li understand that this leader of the Canglu tribe had actually united with many small tribes to set off together during the two days he was away.

Each of these caravans had an Immortal Master escorting them, but their cultivation was naturally unbearable to look at. Two of the caravans' Immortal Masters were even at the Qi Condensation stage; according to the Tuwu people's terminology, they didn't even have the qualifications of a formal Immortal Master. He didn't know how these two tribes had managed to join the caravan.

Han Li's sealed mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation actually became the highest total cultivation in the caravan.

Han Li touched his chin, shook his head, and gave a bitter smile.

In his view, bringing these people along not only provided no help but was actually more of a burden.

At this moment, the Red Wolf tribe's caravan also hurried over. When he saw a certain carriage in their caravan, Han Li's eyes flickered a few times, and he wanted to withdraw his spiritual sense. Suddenly, another extremely faint spiritual sense swept across the caravan. If Han Li's spiritual sense hadn't been far superior to the other party's, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

Han Li's expression changed, and without thinking, he hurriedly restrained his aura.

Sure enough, after that wisp of spiritual sense swept across the entire caravan, it immediately turned back to check the vehicles with Immortal Masters. After circling Han Li a few times, it flew out of the carriage without finding anything.

Han Li looked coldly toward the direction of the station he had just left with a gloomy expression.

At the same time, on the second-floor platform of a bluestone pavilion in the station, three Tuwu people were standing in the direction of the caravan where Han Li and the others were. The bald-browed old man in the lead suddenly gave a light exclamation and opened the eyes he had previously closed, a look of doubt appearing on his face.

"Senior Ying, did you discover that person?" Among the two cultivators, a man and a woman, standing behind the old man, the middle-aged man's expression changed, and he asked nervously.

"Hmph! Rest assured. It is not that outsider. It is just that one person seems to have been poisoned by a strange poison, and even though their body is covered in poison gas, they haven't died yet, which is somewhat strange." The bald-browed old man glanced at the big man and said somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"Martial Uncle, Brother Li is just a bit worried. Of course, Martial Uncle is certainly not afraid of that outsider. But there is only Martial Uncle, a Nascent Soul cultivator, here, and that person is so ferocious. Even if Martial Uncle can resist, if so many small tribe leaders and low-level Immortal Masters in the station are dragged into it, that would be terrible. The two of us cannot bear that responsibility." The other woman in palace attire hurriedly smiled to help the big man out of the awkward situation.

"You don't need to flatter me. If the other party hadn't been seriously injured, even two or three of me would definitely not be that person's opponent. But now that the other party has been hit by the Great Immortal Master's Capturing Immortal Hand, there is nothing to fear. For a period of time in the future, I will sit here to prevent the other party from slipping through. The Sacred Palace must obtain the method for cultivating Gold-Devouring Beetles from the outsider. And not just this station of yours, all the stations nearby will have high-level Immortal Masters like me stationed in them one after another."

"When the net is laid, the Holy Maiden and another Great Immortal Master will also arrive nearby. Once the Spirit Opening Ceremony ends, the Holy Maiden and the two Great Immortal Masters will use the Sacred Artifact to summon the Sacred Beast's avatar, and then with the help of the Sacred Beast's might, they will quickly search out the other party's hiding place. By then, the outsider will have nowhere to fly." The bald-browed old man said unhurriedly.

"So that's how it is. I said the few Immortal Masters who gave the orders haven't sent anyone to urge us since they gave the orders." The woman in palace attire breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmph! Your little tricks. Who can you deceive? However, this cannot be blamed on you. Even if that person is seriously injured, you are not their opponent. Not just you, the search teams in other places are in much the same situation if their cultivation is lower. We old guys didn't expect to really find this person by beating the grass to scare the snake. After all, the outsider's flight technique is truly extraordinary; not only are they proficient in Earth Escape, but the Blood Escape technique used to escape at the end is even more bizarre. Even if they were discovered, without a Great Immortal Master present, it would be impossible to keep the other party. We are the same. However, you just need to know this news. The surface work still needs to be done. You must still search from time to time nearby." The old man snorted and said.

"Yes! Senior (Martial Uncle)." The middle-aged man and the woman in palace attire looked at each other and couldn't help but answer with joy.

After all, they had been somewhat worried about their previous perfunctory behavior. But now that the person before them had clarified it, they felt completely at ease.

"By the way, Senior Ying, since you noticed that the person in the caravan who was poisoned is a bit strange, should we keep them and let Senior investigate the reason before deciding?" The big man asked somewhat flatteringly.

"That person..." The bald-browed old man's heart stirred, and he stroked his beard and pondered.

"Forget it. That person must have either taken some spirit pill or has some poison-avoiding treasure on them to be like this. There is nothing too mysterious. But their sect elders should have some background. And I see death qi on them. I estimate they won't last many days. If they die on our side, it might cause some trouble." The bald-browed old man waved his hand and said.

"Yes, I will follow Senior's instructions." The big man tried to flatter, but ended up hitting a snag, and he showed a sheepish expression.

At this moment, the bald-browed old man glanced toward the caravan again. His brows furrowed inadvertently.

Just now, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but when he swept across the caravan for the first time, his eyelids jumped slightly, and he felt an unusual suppression from the Immortal Master in another carriage for a split second. But this feeling was too fleeting, and when he carefully investigated for the second time, he didn't feel anything unusual from that person again.

This made him somewhat puzzled and hesitant.

Net ===== CHAPTER 888 =====