Chapter 900: The Ginseng King Assembly

Seeing that the two were about to fight, the others subconsciously took a few steps back and held their breath.

For them, a fight between cultivators with such high Qi Refining levels was truly a rare sight.

But for Han Li, dealing with such a Qi Refining cultivator really didn't interest him. He just stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly for the other party to make a move.

The middle-aged man named Ma Ma Yulin was furious at Han Li's nonchalant appearance.

Without a word, he held up the small fork with one hand and chanted incantations, while his other hand formed magic seals.

A moment later, the small fork trembled slightly, emitted a faint spiritual light, and suddenly turned into a yellow beam of light, shooting straight at Han Li.

Han Li's expression remained unchanged, and he had no intention of using a magic tool. He calmly raised a hand, and more than a dozen talismans shot out from between his fingers, instantly turning into more than a dozen fist-sized red fireballs, meeting the yellow beam of light in a series.

Seeing this, Ma Ma Yulin sneered in his heart.

His Yellow Wind Fork was a mid-tier magic tool personally bestowed by the sect; how could it be blocked by a few small fireballs?

However, although he thought so, he still didn't want to collide head-on, so as not to damage the magic tool in the slightest. He immediately formed seals with both hands, and the yellow beam suddenly turned, drawing an arc, intending to bypass the fireballs and attack the opponent from the side.

Han Li smiled slightly and pointed a finger at the sky.

The fireballs paused simultaneously, then gathered in the sky, condensing into a cartwheel-sized fire cloud. It then deformed, turning into a zhang-long fire python. With a flash of red light, the python shot out rapidly, coiled its body, and wrapped the yellow beam transformed by the flying fork inside.

Ma Ma Yulin was shocked and hurriedly poured his entire body's spiritual power into the magic tool, wanting to make the flying fork break free.

But the yellow light on the fork only shone brightly for a moment before it was squeezed tighter and tighter by the fire python amidst the flickering, its spiritual light instantly dimming, and even a series of low hums came from it—this was clearly a precursor to the magic tool being destroyed.

"Stop! Fellow Daoist has profound magic power; I, Ma, admit defeat!" Seeing that the situation was bad, the middle-aged man couldn't bear to lose his magic tool and hurriedly shouted with a changed expression.

Hearing this, Han Li smiled indifferently, pointed at the sky, and the fire python circled and released the flying fork before exploding with a "bang," turning into tiny sparks and disappearing without a trace.

Han Li defeated such a high-cultivation opponent without any effort, making the three women in the pavilion both surprised and happy.

The big man opposite, Wu Wu Xiaoyu, had an ugly expression and hesitated as he muttered to his Senior Brother:

"Senior Brother Ma, this is..."

"Forget it, Junior Brother Wu! You saw it too; the other party has an expert present. I even used the Yellow Wind Fork and was still no match. This can only mean your nephew's fate is such," Ma Ma Yulin interrupted the big man's words without allowing any argument.

He retrieved his magic tool and found it undamaged after inspection, which put his heart somewhat at ease. But he felt great awe toward Han Li's supernatural powers and was unwilling to get involved in this muddy water again.

Hearing his Senior Brother say this, Wu Wu Xiaoyu was naturally full of reluctance, but since even his Senior Brother at the tenth layer of Qi Refining was no match for the opponent, he naturally couldn't do it either.

Below, there was naturally nothing more to say.

The two Rhinoceros Spirit Sect disciples left the peak with their magic tools in a dejected manner and went down the mountain.

The three women, Cao Cao Mengrong, surrounded Han Li and asked about the spells he had just used.

Han Li casually found an excuse about practice making perfect, explained some small control techniques for low-tier spells, and vaguely brushed them off.

But afterward, the two Daoist-robed women began to sincerely ask Han Li about their doubts in cultivation, and Han Li answered them one by one with ease.

Time passed bit by bit, and when the sky turned dark, the three women naturally couldn't stay any longer and had to leave with reluctance.

After a night, when the three women came together again, they found the thatched cottage empty, leaving only a letter of farewell.

After reading the letter, Cao Cao Mengrong couldn't help but be stunned. For some reason, Han Li's sudden departure left her feeling empty, with an indescribable discomfort.

Her two Senior Sisters seemed to have noticed something at this time and couldn't help but look at each other.

Thousands of miles away, Han Li was flying slowly with his magic tool while talking to Grandmaster Elder Dayan through spiritual sense.

"Little Han, do you really intend to go to Jiangling Prefecture first to open the Feng family's secret cave?" Grandmaster Elder Dayan asked.

"Of course. I don't know when the effect of the Five Ghosts Soul-Locking Technique will fail, so I naturally have to find Buddhist cultivation techniques to remove the baleful qi first. Otherwise, this matter is like a maggot on a bone; I can't rest easy to recover my magic power," Han Li replied leisurely.

"I advise you not to pin too much hope on this. I don't really believe that a Buddhist practitioner from a small family would truly have high-tier cultivation techniques to remove baleful qi," Grandmaster Elder Dayan said indifferently, as if deliberately wanting to pour cold water on Han Li.

"I naturally know this. But the Feng family's secret cave is also the easiest thing to handle. If I can find it, that's best; if not, I will have to go to those famous Buddhist sects to look for it. But with my current cultivation base, the difficulty is not ordinary," Han Li frowned and said slowly.

"Hmph! After your cultivation base dropped significantly, many simple things have become difficult to handle. If you still had your Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivation base, you could go directly to the Buddhist sect, and those bald donkeys might sell face to a Nascent Soul cultivator like you," Grandmaster Elder Dayan hummed a few times and said.

Hearing this, Han Li could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

The Buddhist sect was said to be a very exclusive sect. Even if he still had his Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivation base, how could the Buddhist sect easily leak their sect's high-tier cultivation techniques? If it really didn't work, he would only have to find a way to sneak into the Buddhist sect and see if he could steal one.

However, thinking that he would have to receive precepts and shave his head to sneak into the Buddhist sect left Han Li speechless.

Perhaps it would be easier to find a way to remove the baleful qi from the Confucian school. Han Li felt depressed and couldn't help but think this way.

Guanning Prefecture was far at the westernmost end of Liao Prefecture, not an ordinary distance from Wei Wuyuan Prefecture. After Han Li flew with his magic tool for a full ten days or so, he finally entered the territory of Guanning Prefecture.

Along the way, Han Li didn't encounter any high-tier cultivators, only a few Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators occasionally seen from afar. Han Li didn't pay attention to them and avoided them from a distance, just burying his head in his journey.

After flying for a few more days, the mortals on the ground gradually became sparse, and the scenery began to become desolate, as if he had reached a remote and poor place.

But two days later, Han Li finally landed his magic tool in a place called Sunyun Town and walked slowly into the town along a dirt road.

This town was much simpler than the other towns he had seen on the road. Not only was the area small, but there were only three or four crisscrossing streets, and the houses were mostly made of yellow mud and wooden strips, appearing somewhat dirty and messy.

Han Li frowned slightly, walking on a dirt road in the small town, occasionally scanning left and right.

The weather was extremely cold at this time, but Han Li was only wearing a Confucian robe; anyone who saw this would feel it was extremely abnormal. But some mortals passing by wearing thick leather coats turned a blind eye to this situation, and no one had a look of surprise on their faces.

Han Li had a thoughtful expression and felt it was a bit strange when suddenly, his expression moved. Two white-robed people, one tall and one short, walked toward him.

These two were not old, looking like they were in their twenties, but their spiritual qi was flowing, and they were cultivators at the seventh or eighth layer of Qi Refining.

These two glanced at Han Li, a look of surprise appeared on their faces, and they stopped when they walked to three or four zhang away from Han Li.

The tall, thin youth suddenly bowed respectfully and asked:

"May I ask your name, Senior? Are you here to participate in the Ginseng King Assembly?"

"Ginseng King Assembly? I haven't heard of it. I just heard that there are many spiritual herbs nearby, so I came here to look for some spiritual medicine," Han Li was startled, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face without concealment.

"I see. The assembly has already started for a day. If you were participating in the assembly, Senior, you should have gone to Xueling Mountain long ago. It seems you are really just passing through this town," the white-robed youth revealed a look of realization.

"However, it doesn't matter. You can still make it if you participate now, Senior. This assembly is jointly held by the three great families of Jiangning. Not only are there many spiritual medicines for sale, but there are also more than a dozen spiritual medicines that are several hundred years old and a thousand-year-old wild Ginseng King for auction. The assembly should only be halfway through now. The final grand auction hasn't started yet. This is much more convenient than you searching for spiritual medicine in the wild mountains, Senior. There are also many rogue cultivators and small sects exchanging spiritual medicine materials at the assembly, and our three great families do not charge any fees," the other short youth said somewhat flatteringly.

It was not just because of the Foundation Establishment cultivation base Han Li displayed, but also because he had more than one storage bag and spiritual beast bag on his body, which was enough to make these two not dare to be negligent.

"Three great families, could it be the Kong, Zhao, and Dong families?" Han Li's eyes flickered, and he asked with some surprise.

"Exactly. We two are disciples of the Kong family, specifically here to receive some seniors who heard the news and rushed over. We originally thought that by now, there wouldn't be any more guests coming and were thinking of going to participate in the grand event ourselves. We didn't expect to happen to run into you, Senior," the thin youth said with a smile.

"Has this town already been directly under the jurisdiction of your Kong family? I see that those mortals seem to be accustomed to us cultivators. This is not common," Han Li didn't directly answer the other party's invitation but looked left and right and suddenly asked.

"You truly have eyes like torches, Senior. This town has already been shared by our three families for five or six years. The residents of the town are also mortals of our three families' outer branches. Therefore, they are not afraid of us cultivators," the tall youth explained.

"I see. This is a bit troublesome," Han Li pondered for a moment, but a look of difficulty appeared on his face.

"Why, do you have other matters, Senior? Can you tell us two? Perhaps we two can help you, Senior!" the short youth's expression moved, and he said diligently.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 901 =====