Chapter 957

When the old man's gaze naturally fell upon Han Li, the muscles on his face twitched, and he hurriedly cupped his fists and said:

"This junior heard from the disciples that a high-level expert had visited our sect, but I did not expect it to be a Nascent Soul cultivator like yourself, senior. Web I failed to go out to welcome you; please excuse my rudeness."

This only Elder of the Heaven Talisman Sect looked completely respectful.

Hearing the words of the old man surnamed Wen, Yue Zhen and the other Foundation Establishment cultivators were greatly shocked. The last trace of doubt they had completely vanished, and they looked at Han Li with even more awe.

A Nascent Soul cultivator was truly an unreachable existence for the current Heaven Talisman Sect.

"I am also just acting on someone's request to deliver something. There is no need to be so formal." Han Li's expression remained unchanged as he paused, then said faintly:

"I have had this item in my possession for some years. Now that I happen to have business in Huayun Prefecture, it is only natural to return it. This item was specifically to be handed over to your sect's Sect Master."

As he spoke, Han Li patted his waist with one hand, and a square bone box appeared in his hand, which he placed on the table in front of him.

The old man surnamed Wen was stunned, but he tactfully turned his head and said:

"Martial Nephew Yue, you heard what the senior said. Go over and see what the senior has brought. If it is truly an item lost by our sect, we will naturally thank the senior heavily."

"Yes, Martial Uncle." Yue Zhen replied respectfully.

He then stepped forward, took the bone box in his hands with both hands, and opened it curiously.

Several bone fragments covered in tiny, fly-headed characters appeared before his eyes.

"This is?" Yue Zhen picked one up in surprise and suspicion, examining it closely.

Han Li smiled and said nothing.

"Spirit-Descending Talisman, this is the refining method for the Spirit-Descending Talisman, and the handwriting on it is Martial Uncle Yun's!" After looking at it for only a few moments, Yue Zhen exclaimed in joy.

"Martial Brother Yun? Are you sure you are not mistaken?" After being stunned, the old man surnamed Wen's expression became solemn.

"Absolutely not. Martial Uncle Yun's handwriting still hangs in the Sect Master's study to this day. I face it day and night, how could I recognize it wrongly?" Yue Zhen said without hesitation.

The remaining cultivators also looked stunned.

"Correct, this item was indeed entrusted to me by fellow Daoist Yun to pass on. The Spirit-Descending Talisman is one of your sect's three great secret talismans; there can be no mistake." Han Li said noncommittally.

"Of course there is no mistake. But when did you meet Martial Brother Yun, senior? Back then, I had not yet formed my Core, and Martial Brother disappeared without a trace while on his way to handle business overseas. Decades have passed without a single word. Martial Brother Yun is not in trouble, is he?" The old man surnamed Wen asked with concern.

"He should be fine. Actually, my meeting with your Sect Master was also a coincidence. Decades ago, I encountered the same situation as your Sect Master. At that time, I..." Han Li gave a rough account of the Ghost Mist and the Yin-Ming Land, naturally glossing over the details that were not easy to disclose, such as his own affairs and the Yin-Ming Beast Crystals, without mentioning much more.

"To think there is such a dangerous place in the world, it is truly unimaginable. No wonder cultivators have been disappearing inexplicably along the coast for many years; it turns out this Ghost Mist is to blame." Hearing that one could not use magic power in the Yin-Ming Land, the old man surnamed Wen gasped.

"Indeed, Han also had to use all his strength to barely escape. The item in this box was entrusted to me by your Sect Master to be returned to your sect if I had the chance. However, I have some interest in the way of talisman making and have studied the refining method of the Spirit-Descending Talisman a little. I hope you fellow Daoists will not mind." Han Li's eyes flickered a few times as he said with a smile.

"It is already a great favor that you, senior, personally returned the refining method of the Spirit-Descending Talisman to our sect. How could we have such ungrateful thoughts? Although it is said that the Spirit-Descending Talisman can only be mastered by our sect's Sect Master, if you had not returned this item, senior, even the secret technique would have been lost. Naturally, there is no talk of rules." The old man surnamed Wen said with a look of respect.

Yue Zhen also repeatedly agreed from the side.

"Since you fellow Daoists are so open-minded, I, Han, feel a bit embarrassed. However, the item has been delivered, and I have fulfilled a wish, so I will take my leave now." Han Li nodded with satisfaction and stood up immediately.

"We have yet to repay your kindness in delivering the item, senior. Why not stay in our sect for two more days and let us fulfill our duties as hosts?" Although the old man surnamed Wen was very happy about the recovery of the Spirit-Descending Talisman, he was more focused on building a relationship with this high-level expert who had suddenly descended from the sky, so he said hurriedly.

Not to mention anything else, as long as people knew that their sect could befriend a Nascent Soul cultivator, the Heaven Talisman Sect's status among small sects would likely rise sharply. Even the big trouble they were currently facing might be resolved peacefully.

"Sit for a while longer!" Han Li's mouth curled up, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile.

"Is Senior Han not interested in the way of talisman making? Our sect, if nothing else, has done some research on refining talismans, and our predecessors have collected numerous classics related to talismans. If you don't mind, senior, you can take a look. And perhaps give us juniors some pointers." Yue Zhen's eyes rolled, and he suddenly spoke up.

"Talisman classics!" Han Li was slightly stunned upon hearing this, pondered for a moment, and felt tempted.

After the old man surnamed Wen was stunned, he nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Very well. I am indeed quite interested in talisman making, so I will stay in your sect for a few days." Since learning the Spirit-Descending Talisman, Han Li had also become very curious about the Heaven Talisman Sect's secret talisman techniques. After thinking about it, he finally nodded.

"That's great! It is our sect's honor that you can stay, senior. Would you like to rest for a while first, and tomorrow we will..." The old man surnamed Wen looked happy and said cautiously.

"No need, take me to the Scripture Library now." Han Li shook his head. With his current cultivation, as long as he meditated a little while reading, the consumption of magic power on the road would naturally be recovered.

"Very well, Martial Nephew Yang, take Senior Han to our sect's Scripture Library to have a look. Whatever the senior requests, you must satisfy it completely." The old man surnamed Wen looked happy and hurriedly ordered a middle-aged cultivator.

"As you command, Martial Uncle Wen. Senior Han, please follow me." The middle-aged cultivator replied with extreme respect.

Han Li nodded and followed the man out of the main hall.

"I never thought Martial Brother Yun would be trapped in such a ghostly place. No wonder his disappearance back then was so strange. The recovery of our sect's Spirit-Descending Talisman secret technique can be considered a fortunate event for our sect." The old man surnamed Wen sighed after Han Li had left the hall for a while.

"However, if we can take this opportunity to befriend this Senior Han and spread some rumors, it will certainly be of great benefit to our sect. Not to mention anything else, the current market problem can at least be solved easily." Another cultivator who had not spoken until now said slowly.

"With a Nascent Soul cultivator as our backer, the Spirit Wind Sect will naturally retreat three feet, and even the Sha Yang Sect will not offend a Nascent Soul cultivator for the sake of a small market. But listening to Senior Han's tone just now, it seems he only had an ordinary relationship with Martial Brother Yun in the Yin-Ming Land. Given the other party's status, why would he help us for no reason? Even if we wanted to give him treasures to build a relationship, our sect has nothing that could catch Senior Han's eye. But if we miss this opportunity, it would be a real pity." Yue Zhen muttered with a bitter smile.

"This is indeed tricky." The old man surnamed Wen also frowned and said.

The other cultivators in the hall looked at each other, all showing worried expressions.

At this moment, Han Li had already followed the middle-aged cultivator to an inconspicuous pavilion.

This pavilion had three floors and was entirely shrouded in a pale cyan barrier. When Han Li entered the first floor with the middle-aged cultivator, an old man was sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his head lowered, holding a jade slip in his hand, as if he were checking its contents.

"Martial Nephew Li, come over and pay your respects to Senior Han." The middle-aged cultivator ordered unceremoniously as soon as he saw the old man, and at the same time, he turned and explained respectfully to Han Li:

"This Martial Nephew Li is specifically responsible for managing the Scripture Library and knows all the classics in the pavilion like the back of his hand."

At this moment, the old man seemed to have been awakened from the jade slip by the middle-aged cultivator's voice. He hurriedly put away the jade slip, jumped up nimbly, and ran over.

"So it is Martial Uncle Yang who has arrived. Martial Nephew failed to come out to welcome you from afar, please forgive me, Martial Uncle. This is Senior... Senior Han!"

The old man had a wrinkled face and small eyes, his gaze revealing a hint of slickness. He looked at the middle-aged cultivator with a fawning expression, but when he stole a glance at Han Li, his voice trembled instantly, and his face froze.

"Martial Nephew Li?"

After Han Li saw the old man's face clearly, his eyes were stunned, and his face was full of strange expressions.

"Why, does the senior recognize this disciple?" The middle-aged cultivator was surprised and could not help but ask.

"It is nothing. This fellow Daoist looks very much like an old acquaintance of mine from many years ago. But looking closely, it is not him. It seems I have recognized the wrong person." Han Li's strange expression quickly disappeared, and he said with a faint smile.

"Hehe, I see. Then please meditate here alone, senior. Martial Nephew Li, you don't need to organize things here. Come out with me." The middle-aged cultivator naturally did not believe this, but he did not dare to ask more, and instead turned his head to order "Martial Nephew Li."

"Yes, Martial Nephew will..."

"No need. Since this fellow Daoist knows so much about the classics in the pavilion, I still have use for him. Let him stay and accompany me for a few days." Han Li suddenly said with a chuckle, while looking at the old man with deep meaning.

"Cough... since the senior has ordered it, this junior will naturally comply. Martial Nephew Li, your opportunity has come; you must obey Senior Han's orders." Although the middle-aged cultivator was a bit suspicious of the performance of the two just now, the fact that this "Martial Nephew Li" could spend a few days alone with a Nascent Soul cultivator made him extremely envious. Not to mention anything else, a few pointers might benefit low-level cultivators like them infinitely.

However, Han Li's intention to send him away was very clear, and he did not dare to stay here any longer. After giving the old man two more instructions, he retreated with a hint of doubt in his heart.

Seeing the middle-aged cultivator's back disappear from the pavilion, Han Li turned to look at the old man and revealed a chuckle with deep meaning.

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