Chapter 991

Returning to the cave, the old man of the Fu family and Bai Yao still sat in quiet meditation.

Han Li did not disturb them; after a moment’s hesitation, he slapped his storage bag with one hand, and a stack of array flags and array discs appeared in his grasp, which he cast into the air without the slightest reservation.

Immediately, multicolored spiritual light shot out in all directions, vanishing in a flash as it sank into the cave walls, forming a simple array in an instant.

This array could not only conceal their presence but also serve as a warning if any enemy infiltrated the cave.

The other two paid no attention to Han Li’s actions, remaining perfectly still where they sat.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled faintly, then sat cross-legged in a corner of the cave and closed his eyes to rest.

After a day and night, the Fu family elder and Bai Yao gradually regained their spiritual power.

When the two rose to their feet one after the other, Han Li’s expression shifted slightly, and he opened his eyes.

“Have both of you fully restored your spiritual power?” he asked calmly.

“Thank you, Brother Han, for guarding us. My spiritual power and Brother Fu’s have nearly returned,” Bai Yao replied with a bright smile.

“Brother Han, after your outing, do you know where we are?” the Fu elder asked, glancing at the massive array in the center.

“I don’t know. But we are inside a colossal mountain, surrounded by barriers—it seems leaving won’t be easy,” Han Li replied frankly.

“A colossal mountain? Brother Han, coming from overseas, you’re unfamiliar with the famous peaks of the interior—that’s understandable. But perhaps I can recognize it,” the Fu elder said, eyes bright with confidence.

“Hehe! If you’re so sure, why not go out and take a look first?” Han Li chuckled, remaining noncommittal.

“From your tone, Brother Han, this mountain must be unusual. Shall I go out as well?” Bai Yao immediately sensed something, her bright eyes flickering.

Han Li nodded, his expression unreadable.

He had clearly demonstrated far greater prowess than the two of them; naturally, he had become their leader.

The elder and Bai Yao exchanged a glance, then immediately transformed into two streaks of light and flew out of the cave.

Han Li remained seated on the ground, but flipped his palm, and the tracking array disc appeared in his hand.

He glanced over the disc—two dots, one white, one black, clearly visible.

Han Li narrowed his eyes, staring at the disc in silence.

After some time, he raised an eyebrow, and a burst of radiant light erupted from his hand—the disc vanished.

Moments later, a flash of light appeared at the cave entrance, and the Fu elder and Bai Yao flew back in. But when they materialized before Han Li, their expressions were grim.

“Well? What did you two discover?” Han Li’s lips curled into a faint, ambiguous smile.

Though he was unfamiliar with Da Jin, if such a colossal spiritual mountain truly existed, how could he not have heard of it?

As expected, the moment Han Li spoke, the Fu elder let out a bitter laugh.

“Brother Han, don’t joke. I’ve never seen such a mountain, nor even heard of one. I can’t even be sure if we’re still within Da Jin’s borders.” The elder’s face showed a trace of worry.

“Indeed. If this colossal mountain were truly a famed spiritual peak of Da Jin, I would surely have heard of it,” Bai Yao added, frowning.

“Perhaps. Though I don’t know what the barriers outside are, or what lies beyond, this teleportation array was certainly set by ancient cultivators. Its sudden activation must have transported us—and the Silver-Winged Night Demon—here due to triggering some hidden restriction during a battle, or perhaps for some other unknown reason. But none of that matters now. Let’s first refine the Peiying Pill, then explore this mountain. What do you two think?” Han Li said calmly.

“Brother Han speaks wisely. The spiritual energy here is so abundant—we can stay here indefinitely. And even if this mountain holds some mystery, with Brother Han here, there’s nothing to fear. Perhaps this is even our fortune?” The Fu elder fell silent for a moment, then smiled.

Bai Yao, too, craved the Peiying Pill desperately, so she naturally agreed, nodding.

“Brother Fu flatters me. You’ve both noticed, haven’t you? Due to the outer barriers, our spiritual sense is severely suppressed here—no more than a few li beyond our bodies. And this mountain is so vast; even if all three of us worked together, we’d never finish surveying it in time,” Han Li suddenly changed the subject.

“True. I noticed this too. And the mountain is unnervingly lifeless—it’s clearly no peaceful place,” Bai Yao agreed.

“Regardless of what this mountain is, the abundant spiritual energy here greatly aids pill refining. Let’s begin refining the Peiying Pill,” the Fu elder said with a dry chuckle.

Han Li and Bai Yao had no objections. They immediately set up a spirit gathering array within the cave, added several protective barriers, and then the Fu elder began refining the Peiying Pill.

During this time, Han Li and Bai Yao remained inside the cave, standing guard.

After all, the Peiying Pill was of utmost importance to them. Even if the mountain held other mysteries, they wouldn’t be distracted now.

While Han Li and the others waited for the Peiying Pill to be completed, on the mountain’s mid-slope, near a stone pavilion, Ye family and other cultivators had gathered.

Most of them sat cross-legged nearby, each holding a spirit stone in both hands, seemingly restoring their spiritual power.

The white-robed Confucian scholar, the Ye family’s senior elder, floated above the pavilion, gazing at a long stone staircase built into the mountainside.

The staircase was entirely made of pure white stone, appearing from afar like a celestial stairway of jade.

But up close, the white stone steps were astonishingly wide—fifty to sixty zhang across.

Whether looking upward or downward, the steps vanished into milky white mist, revealing nothing.

The scholar floated motionless in midair, expressionless.

Soon, a flash of spiritual light appeared on the horizon—a brilliant streak shot down straight toward the pavilion.

Only then did the scholar’s expression shift, his gaze fixed on the streak.

In an instant, the pale yellow streak arrived before him.

The light faded, revealing a bizarre, large-headed figure—the Ye family’s “Seventh Uncle.”

“Third lad, I’ve scouted ahead. A few dozen li up the steps lies a stone archway—it’s clearly the famed Wanxiu Gate. But the archway is sealed by a barrier. Without breaking it, we cannot proceed further,” the figure said gravely.

“Wanxiu Gate! Then it’s confirmed. Legend says ancient cultivators once dwelled on Mount Kunwu in the thousands. Only after passing this gate do you reach their cave dwellings,” the scholar exhaled slowly, his expression easing.

“But the barrier sealing this gate seems extraordinary. We should act quickly—we have little time to waste,” the figure frowned, glancing at the cultivators still meditating below.

“I know. But the others’ spiritual power is severely depleted—they must recover first. Even if you and I are unharmed, this place isn’t safe. We must guard the elders—we can’t spare anyone,” the scholar said helplessly.

“That’s true. I didn’t expect breaking through the seal’s fissure would be so difficult. Fortunately, all who came are at least Nascent Soul—otherwise, someone might have perished,” the figure sighed.

The scholar smiled, about to speak further, when suddenly his expression changed—he turned sharply toward a direction.

“What is it?” the figure asked, startled.

“I heard a sound… coming from over there,” the scholar said solemnly.

“A sound?” The figure frowned, shifting his spiritual power—then faintly, he heard a beast’s roar, like a lion or tiger, yet also like a dragon’s bellow, growing louder.

“What is that? Something’s coming!” The figure’s eyes flashed coldly; he flipped his palm, and a shimmering silver object appeared.

The scholar stared fixedly into the distance.

Moments later, a patch of purple mist appeared in the distance, speeding toward them—the beast’s roar came from within.

In an instant, the purple mist reached nearby, only a hundred zhang from the pavilion.

The scholar and the figure could now see a dark shape within the mist—a pair of crimson eyes, the size of fists, fixed on them, brimming with bloodthirsty fury. Clearly no benevolent creature.

The figure’s face darkened; he raised his hand.

A streak of silver shot from his palm, vanishing in a flash.

But at that moment, a giant claw, resembling a rooster’s talon, shot out from the purple mist with lightning speed—*CRASH!*—the silver streak struck it and glowed.

A roar erupted from the mist—the claw seized the silver streak tightly, revealing its true form: a small, glowing silver shuttle, several inches long.

Yet green blood dripped from the claw—the monster in the mist let out a pained bellow, its eyes flashing with rage.

The entire purple mist suddenly thinned and faded, vanishing into thin air—leaving only two fierce, glowing eyes, which blinked once, then disappeared.

The figure and the scholar both changed expression.

This was a monster skilled in concealment and evasion! Here, in this mountain, their spiritual sense was severely suppressed—dealing with such a creature was the most troublesome scenario imaginable.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously cast their spells.

The figure spat out a yellowish sword, which spun once, expanding into a massive blade over ten feet long. It blazed with spiritual light, then whirled in midair, unleashing countless blinding sword beams that instantly covered every inch within dozens of zhang.

The scholar snorted, shook his sleeve, and a small green banner appeared in his hand. He hurled it to the ground—immediately, thick green mist surged from the banner, forming a vast fog that shielded the Ye family cultivators below.

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