Mortal: The Heavenly Spiritual Root that Begins from the Demonic Path

"Han Li, I am old now. This should be my last time going out."

"My health is failing. I will probably pass away in a year at most."

"Only if Changchun Gong breaks through to the fourth level of Qi training can there be a glimmer of hope for my life."

"This time when I went out, I was lucky enough to find a thirty-year-old ginseng, which is a rare black ginseng. It is the main ingredient for refining Xuanjiao Pills. I am confident that I can prepare ten pills."

"This Xuan Jiao Pill is the most helpful for cultivation. It can even be compared to the legendary Yellow Dragon Pill's 70% efficacy. In the next year, you must not slack off!"

Seeing Mo Juren coughing while talking, Han Li put away the coldness in his eyes, and quickly stepped forward to support Mo Juren, saying,

"I will definitely practice hard and will not let Master down for his hard work."

However, in the invisible places, there was no warmth at all in the eyes of this master and disciple, only cold calculation.

For the next period of time, Mo Juren stopped going out and checked on Han Li's practice every day. With the help of the Xuanjiao Pill and the Huanglong Pill and Jinsui Pill that Han Li secretly took, he broke through to the sixth level of Qi training in just five months.

At the moment of breakthrough, Han Li's power was unstable and Mo Juren immediately discovered something was wrong. The hand that was holding Han Li's meridians suddenly clamped Han Li's wrist tightly and looked at Han Li with cold eyes.

"Good disciple, have you made a breakthrough?"

"How could you be so careless that I discovered you?"

Seeing the madness in Mo Juren's eyes, Han Li struck out with a palm without hesitation. Relying on his strong instinct, Mo Juren narrowly avoided the palm, but he did not expect that Han Li's hand slipped and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.

He swiped his left hand downwards and instantly pulled towards Mo Juren's neck. In a flash, within three or two moves it turned into a life-and-death fight.

Mo Juren's right hand was tightly clasped by Han Li's right hand. At this moment, a great force attacked him, pulling Mo Juren towards Han Li, which actually created a situation in which he was sure to be killed.

At this moment, there was surprise and anger in Mo Juren's eyes, but there was no panic or helplessness.

Years of fighting experience enabled Mo Juren to use the most effective means in an instant. He pushed Han Li away with just a loosening of his right hand. Han Li then performed the Luo Yan Step in an instant. Although his body slid backwards, the movement of his left hand did not change at all.

In half a step, he directed the palm force on his right hand to the ground, and was determined to give Mo Juren the fatal blow even if he had to withstand half a foot of force.

However, Mo Juren not only pushed with his right hand, but also used the force to move his body half a foot horizontally.

This half foot is the distance between life and death. When Han Li saw Mo Juren moving away, he pulled the knife diagonally backward and suddenly went straight down, fiercely slashing Mo Juren's right shoulder.

A mortal warrior, no matter how strong his internal energy is, will be injured when struck by metal. Moreover, the incident happened in a hurry, and this sword almost crippled Mo Juren's right hand.

The entire right arm was suddenly covered in blood.

However, it was also this sword that gave Demo Juren the space to retreat, instantly creating three to five steps of space.

Mo Juren looked at the disciple in front of him whom he had raised for five or six years with a gloomy face, and with his left hand he tapped wildly, sealing several major acupoints.

However, Han Li approached closely without giving any mercy. With a flash of sword light, the midday sun shone into Mo Juren's eyes, and the sudden glare blurred his vision for a moment.

At this moment, Han Li took three steps forward and stabbed Mo Juren's throat with a sword. Most of Mo Juren's skills were in his hands. While he was trying to stop the bleeding from his injured right hand, Han Li approached him again.

At this moment, Mo Juren truly took Han Li, his opponent, seriously. With his internal energy surging, he suddenly looked ten years younger. His left hand turned silver and he grabbed the dagger fiercely. With one grip, the sharp blade made of fine iron actually showed signs of curling.

Looking at Mo Juren's arm that had suddenly grown in size, and the strong murderous aura, Han Li no longer had any hope in his heart. He immediately discarded his dagger and left with the Luoyan Step.

When Mo Juren saw that Han Li wanted to hide, he took a step forward immediately. But just after he took this step, Han Li turned back and pulled his right hand from his waist, and the soft sword instantly straightened.

The sword slashed from bottom to top and hit Mo Juren's right hand, whose blood vessels had just been sealed. With one strike of the sword, his entire right arm flew out.

With a swish, blood splattered all over the ground.

Mo Juren's face suddenly turned pale, and even the murderous aura on his body faded a lot. He watched Han Li strike with his sword and then immediately move away. How could Mo Juren not know that from the initial display of his cultivation to the desperate counterattack at this moment, every step was within Han Li's calculations.

At the beginning, he didn't want to kill himself directly, and he knew that this was not realistic, so he planned to kill his right arm from the beginning.

From the very beginning, this battle fell into the rhythm calculated by Han Li.

Thinking of this, Mo Juren couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Han Li was watching him hungrily from the side. He didn't even dare to seal the meridians in his right arm. He just relied on the continuous circulation of his internal energy to seal the wound on his right arm.

In this confrontation, Mo Juren's aura gradually declined, and Han Li finally spoke.

"Mr. Mo, surrender."

"It is impossible for a mortal to defeat an immortal cultivator."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Mo Juren's face suddenly turned grim, and he even shouted, not caring about the pain in his arm,

"How did you know about this immortal cultivator?"

"What else do you know!"

Han Li looked at Mo Juren in front of him. He seemed to have lost all his former shrewdness and was just like a poor creature who was blinded by the obsession of cultivating immortals.

Seeing that Han Li was not prepared to answer, Mo Juren also lost his patience.

"I'll let you talk."

As Mo Juren spoke, Han Li immediately felt something was wrong and quickly jumped back, performing the Luoyan Step and retreating two or three meters in an instant. At this time, Mo Juren spoke,

"Iron slave, catch him."

Since Han Li knew about the existence of immortal cultivators, and saw Mo Juren bringing back a strange uncle, he was naturally on guard at all times.

The iron slave walked like the wind and reached Han Li's side in just two or three steps. Han Li swung his sword and suddenly felt something was wrong. It was as if he was slashing on fine steel. The recoil force made Han Li's palm numb.

Han Li immediately retreated with Luo Yanbu, ready to escape from here overnight.

At this moment, Mo Juren seemed to have noticed Han Li's intention and spoke directly,
"If you leave, I will destroy your family and kill your parents and relatives."

Han Li's footsteps froze, but he did not stop. Instead, he changed direction and left at a faster speed. (End of this chapter)