[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality":3,"chapter-a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-98":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","A Mortal's Journey to Immortality",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2335024,4565,"Chapter 98","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-98",98,"\u003Cp>Not long after Han Li left Caixia Mountain, Master Wang announced that Li Feiyu had been taken as his final disciple and officially appointed him as head of the Outer Blade Hall, thereafter showing him great favor. Moreover, several years later, Han Li’s third uncle accidentally committed a grave offense, violating the sect’s rules and facing certain death—but Master Wang personally overruled all objections and saved him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Master Wang, during later faction conflicts, he suffered severe injuries multiple times when facing powerful rivals, often left on the brink of death. Each time everyone believed he would not survive, he miraculously recovered by taking a pill from a jade vial, soon bouncing back to full vigor. This drew envy from others, who asked about the pill’s name and origin, but Wang Juechu always evaded and refused to explain. Naturally, those who sought to obtain the pill returned empty-handed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after many years, upon Wang Juechu’s death, did he finally reveal the pill’s name—“Yangjing Pill”—by which time only three pills remained in the jade vial. Yet even these three pills sparked bloody strife, bringing great trouble to Wang Juechu’s descendants. But that was later—now, we set it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Li Feiyu held several small vials and a note, staring blankly. That morning, upon returning from Zhang Xiuer’s place, he found these items already inside his room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The note was left by Han Li, written simply: he had left Qixuan Sect and would likely never return. The pills in the vials had been carefully prepared and should extend Li Feiyu’s lifespan—he hoped Li Feiyu would not refuse them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the signature, Han Li had drawn a smiling face. Beside it, he added a wish: may Li Feiyu and Zhang Xiuer marry soon and bear many noble children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long spell of daze, Li Feiyu suddenly rushed out of the room and sprinted to the peak of the nearest small hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the summit, Li Feiyu gazed urgently toward the Qixuan Sect’s main gate—only lush greenery met his eyes; not a single human figure remained. After standing motionless for half a day, he sighed, his face filled with loneliness, and whispered softly: “I hope you take care. May you travel well!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Li Feiyu slowly descended the hill, his slow, deliberate figure appearing profoundly solitary and melancholy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, a carriage rolled along an ancient road, heading eastward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li and Qu Hun sat inside, the four-wheeled covered cart spacious yet occupied only by the two of them, for Han Li had paid three taels in silver to rent the entire vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wooden carriage looked worn and ancient on the outside, but inside it was cleanly kept, and the two horses pulling it were in prime age, running swiftly and powerfully, propelling the cart at great speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li chose this carriage precisely for these two qualities, willing to spend three taels of silver—ordinary carriages like this earned barely one and a half taels even after days of constant travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver was an ordinary, thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man, quiet and unforthcoming. Unless Han Li spoke first, he never initiated conversation—a fact Han Li found pleasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Qu Hun beside him was unusually tall, his face hidden beneath a hood, appearing mysterious. If a talkative driver had asked questions, answering them would have been troublesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perched on Han Li’s shoulder sat the yellow-feathered “Yunchi Bird,” a creature brimming with spiritual awareness, its eyelids half-closed, seemingly resting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the opposite end of the carriage, Qu Hun carried a large bundle, containing spare clothes and an assortment of heavy items—silver, gold, and jars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the magic treasures, letters, and books obtained from Master Mo, matters of great importance, Han Li kept them on his person, fearing loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Han Li sat quietly in the carriage, listening to the creaking of the wooden wheels, his expression calm and unruffled, feeling no sorrow at leaving Qixuan Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing he felt slight regret for was Li Feiyu, his close friend. But surely Li Feiyu had received his note and seen the specially prepared medicine. He hoped the pills would work, allowing his friend to enjoy more of life’s blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Han Li stretched, leaned his back against the carriage wall, and began to doze. He had already told the driver the destination: his birth village, nestled at the foot of a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he knew it impossible, he still hoped that when he opened his eyes, he would see his parents and siblings’ faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been away from his parents for so many years! Their faces had grown hazy in his memory. Before leaving home forever, he must see them with his own eyes—otherwise, he could never depart in peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wonder how my little sister is now—she should be ten. Last time I received a letter from home, they mentioned she had been betrothed and a dowry paid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Time really flies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li finally drifted into deep, peaceful sleep, lulled by warmth and comfort, as if his parents were beside him as a child, guarding him and swatting away mosquitoes, his sleep as sweet as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five days later, Han Li, traveling along a dirt road, finally caught sight of his familiar village in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The low mud walls, rows of straw piles, the bumpy path—all had haunted his dreams, and now they stood before him, real and unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li suppressed his excitement, told the driver to stop far outside the village, and left Qu Hun in the carriage. He himself walked swiftly toward the village entrance—his heartbeat quickened with every step closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not felt such an involuntary surge of emotion in a long time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>net\u003C\u002Fp>",955,"2026-06-20T21:12:45.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1b00d009d66c70312d0e96c53c78aa712d455e23155ec41254f584f78158e7d6","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-99","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-97",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-cover.jpg"]