Chapter 120

Time slipped by; three years passed in the blink of an eye!

Han Li made no progress in fist and foot techniques, but with Zhang Tie around, Han Li would not be bullied.

And Li Li Feiyu...

Over those three years, Han Li, Li Li Feiyu, and Zhang Tie interacted constantly and forged a deep friendship.

Although Han Li had no improvement in fist and foot techniques, his medical skills were quite excellent...

However, it was on this very day...

While Han Li was cultivating, he was suddenly awakened by the wild wind outside rattling the doors and windows.

He was about to go close the window when he saw a flicker of green light in that forest!

Han Li, puzzled by its meaning, hurried to investigate and then found a small green bottle emitting green light inside a tree hollow!

That small green bottle, palm-sized and glowing, was quite eerie!

Han Li felt somewhat amazed and wanted to examine it closely; at that moment, rain began to fall, so he hurried back to his room, wanting to share the treasure he had found with Zhang Tie!

However, as soon as he pushed the door open, where was Zhang Tie's shadow?

"Zhang Tie...?" Han Li, somewhat bewildered, called out Zhang Tie's name.

But Zhang Tie, where was the response?

Who knows where that Zhang Tie ran off to...

Finally, he found a bead within the bamboo grove.

Moreover, he even saw a bloody handprint on that bamboo!

Zhang Tie had been murdered!

That thought arose in his mind; looking at the bloody handprint, his pupils contracted sharply!

Although he had not witnessed it with his own eyes, given the scene, was any explanation needed?

He returned to his dwelling in a daze.

Physician Mo had not returned; alone, he could not go search for Zhang Tie, so he could only stay there, waiting for Physician Mo to return...

Time slipped by again; another three months passed.

Han Li had been constantly worried about Zhang Tie until this day, when Physician Mo returned...

Han Li hurried over to inquire.

"Zhang Tie he..." Han Li had not finished asking.

Unexpectedly, Physician Mo sighed and said, "I know; Zhang Tie has left; he has gone home! Your Master often heard him say he missed home; sure enough, he has returned!"

"This..."

Han Li hesitated somewhat.

Over these past few years, he knew Zhang Tie's character perfectly well.

Did Zhang Tie miss home?

He absolutely did not, okay!

Now Physician Mo actually said such words...

This inevitably made Han Li suspicious...

Yet, for the moment, he did not know what to say...

"It seems now only the two of us, Master and disciple, remain... Oh, right, and him..."

As Physician Mo spoke, he pointed toward the door!

At that moment, a figure appeared wearing a long black robe, a wide-brimmed hat, with his face completely obscured.

Physician Mo spoke: "His name is Iron Slave; I invited him to protect us!"

"Iron Slave..." Han Li hesitated...

"Come, let your Master see if you have made progress!" Physician Mo spoke.

Han Li could only comply and step forward.

Taking advantage of the moment while Physician Mo was examining him, Han Li glanced sideways and saw the string of prayer beads in Physician Mo's hand...

The top of that string of prayer beads was missing one bead!

That bead...

Han Li's pupils contracted sharply; in an instant, he thought of the bead he had picked up on the night Zhang Tie went missing; it was exactly identical to the string of beads in Physician Mo's hand, and Physician Mo's string was missing one bead...

In other words, there was a ninety-percent probability that Zhang Tie's disappearance was due to Physician Mo!

"Um, sorry, Master, during the time you were away, I made no progress..." At this moment, Han Li sighed, and at the same time, hurriedly hid that bead!

Because of Han Li's cultivation level, Mo Mo Juren naturally did not detect it...

He merely let his gaze grow cold.

Han Li's cultivation speed indeed disappointed him somewhat...

However...

"Let it be..."

Physician Mo sighed, then asked again: "Han Li, how old do you think I am this year?"

How old?

Han Li looked at Mo Mo Juren's aged face, with beard and hair somewhat white, shook his head, and subconsciously guessed: "Over seventy?"

"Hehe..."

Mo Mo Juren sneered coldly and said softly: "I am thirty-seven this year!"

Thirty-seven years old!

Han Li's pupils contracted.

Thirty-seven years old, yet aged like this?

Why?

Han Li was puzzled; soon, he heard Mo Mo Juren's explanation...

In the past, he too was a Wu Lingaoshou of formidable strength.

Yet he did not expect to be ambushed by others and poisoned with a deadly toxin.

Fortunately, his medical skills were superb, so he preserved his life, but he became like this.

Unless someone can use the Spring of Eternal Life Art to open his acupoints, he cannot recover!

Before, Mo Mo Juren had even sought over a hundred people to cultivate the Spring of Eternal Life Art, yet not a single one succeeded.

Until Han Li appeared!

Han Li can not only draw Qi into the body but also formally begin to cultivate!

This gave the Physician hope!

"So that is how it is?" Han Li felt somewhat dazed.

"I never thought that after three years of practice, you still have not reached the fourth layer. This time, while I went out to gather herbs, I encountered a powerful enemy, and now I have less than a year of life left. Sigh..." Mo Mo Juren sighed.

"But I have already done my best! I do not know when the fourth layer can be perfected." Han Li was also helpless.

Three years to reach the third layer is already not bad; as for the fourth layer...

He did not even know how to practice it!

"It will not be long!"

Mo Mo Juren sneered coldly, suddenly picked up the tea cup beside him, and said indifferently: "As long as you drink this cup of water, you will be like me, with only one year of life left! Within that year, if you can cultivate the Spring of Eternal Life Art to detoxify me, I will give you the antidote and ensure your safety!"

"This..."

Han Li's pupils contracted; he instinctively stepped back two paces, wanting to refuse.

"Hehe, do you think you still have a choice?" Mo Mo Juren sneered, glancing at the Iron Slave.

The Iron Slave stood behind Han Li, emitting a powerful oppressive pressure.

Han Li's face turned pitch black.

Yes, he had no choice at all.

He could only drink it down!

Only at this moment did he clearly see the Physician's true face.

To detoxify...

To live!

The past help was merely for the sake of repayment.

With someone like Mo Mo Juren, even if he had not helped, you would die; even if you were bound, you would still die!