A Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu Transmigrates into a Book, the Dao Ancestor of Rein

Chapter 7: The Three Masters and Disciples Enjoy a Harmonious Reunion

Without the small bottle as a cheat code, would Han Li still be the protagonist of the book?
Does he even deserve to be the protagonist?

"No rush, keep looking, the small bottle is definitely there."

Suppressing his unease, Han Li did not lose his composure.

The celestial treasure "Heavenly Bottle" definitely exists.

That's the Heavenly Bottle.

...

Back to God's Hand Valley.

Without further delay, Han Li, having adjusted his mindset, followed his earlier plan and proactively approached Doctor Mo, knocking on the door of the room where Doctor Mo was located:

"Dong dong..."

"Old Mo."

Inside the room, Doctor Mo, who was intently studying the Longevity Sutra, slightly raised his eyelids.

After peeking through the crack in the door and seeing that it was Han Li outside, he spoke softly:
"Come in."

Outside the door, Han Li took a deep breath and pushed it open. He approached the old man and bowed deeply in respect.

"Greetings, Elder Mo."

"What's the matter with me?"

At this moment, the old man's attention returned to the book of immortality, and he had no intention of even glancing at his dispensable disciple.

Han Li, having already prepared himself mentally, bowed again: "Elder Mo, some time ago I watched my senior brothers participate in the final assessment, and I was greatly impressed by what I saw in previous years. Comparing them to my own, I discovered that their internal energy was much more profound and powerful than mine..."

Before Han Li could finish speaking, Mo Juren suddenly stood up without warning:
"What did you say? You've cultivated true qi within your body?"

Those eyes were filled with scrutiny.

And with a hint of nervousness and an excitement that couldn't be hidden.

Meeting those eyes, even though Han Li had anticipated and prepared for it, his heart still skipped a beat. His nerves pounded.

He truly lives up to his self-defined image as a ruthless and powerful figure.

The plot of a book is ultimately just a plot in a book; it can't compare to experiencing it firsthand.

Normally, he could quickly adapt to being around Mo Juren when his aura wasn't fully unleashed. But now, facing Mo Juren with his aura fully activated, he still showed signs of fear.

This is the difference between "reading as an observer" and "immersive experience"...

"Master Mo, this disciple... this disciple does indeed possess true qi within his body..."

Han Li slightly avoided the old man's burning gaze, and then responded with a dry mouth.

"show me."

Mo Juren said this and, without giving Han Li a chance to refuse, grabbed Han Li's right wrist.

Immediately afterwards, a chill permeated my body.

"It's so cold."

Ice and cold.

It doesn't feel like a living person's hand.

'Is this the ultimate technique, "Magic Silver Hand," that Mo Juren has painstakingly mastered?'

When setting it up, it's only mentioned briefly, but when you experience it firsthand, you truly understand how vicious and terrifying this method is.

He experienced physical discomfort after only a slight contact.

What should I do if I actually get slapped?

Time seemed to pass very slowly at this moment, as if each day was an eternity.

Yet it seemed to pass very quickly; in a very short time, he had already developed many feelings.

Mo Juren's hands were dry and calloused. When the needle was inserted into the pulse points on his right hand, it gave him a distinct stinging sensation. Furthermore, the coolness and stinging sensation from Mo Juren's intrusion stimulated his internal magical energy, causing it to circulate on its own, possessing a self-protective characteristic, even before he could mobilize it. At this moment, he could feel his magical energy flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians and acupoints throughout his body.

From the dantian (lower abdomen) to the head.

Then move to the limbs.

It completed a full circle in a very short time.

Finally, all of it returned to the dantian.

As his magical energy circulated, the discomfort caused by the coldness and stinging sensation that had invaded his body immediately disappeared.

"what?"

Upon sensing this, Doctor Mo immediately exclaimed in surprise.

It was obvious that they had detected this magical energy:
"Quickly, run the incantation again."

The old man tried his best to hide his joy and not let it show on his face. But his inner excitement made it impossible for him to suppress the fervor in his eyes.

"Come on, take your time, let me take a good look."

At this moment, Doctor Mo's gaze softened considerably. No longer cold, no longer arrogant, no longer regarding the young man before him as a dispensable disciple.

His voice was gentler, no longer carrying that aloofness.

His tone became hurried.

With his other hand, he quickly placed it on the young man's dantian to examine it. Han Li, who was focused on his work, could feel that Mo Juren's hand was trembling.

Han Li's heart was in turmoil at this thought.

then.

As the old man requested, they simply ran through the incantation once more.

As his magical energy coursed throughout his body, Doctor Mo's excitement appeared strangely unsettling:

"Great! Great! This is exactly the feeling, exactly what I want! There's no mistake, it can't be wrong! Hahaha, hahaha..."

"Found it! I'm so lucky to have found it?!"

Heaven have mercy, heaven have mercy! Mo Juren could no longer suppress his laughter and burst into loud sobs.

They looked at it as if it were a rare treasure.

Han Li deliberately made a "glance away" gesture.

This small gesture calmed the old man's excitement, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

"Good, very good, Han Li. From now on, you will be my personal disciple. As for your treatment, it will be on par with the core disciples of the sect..." Perhaps to appease Han Li, Doctor Mo used this tangible benefit to change the subject.

The core disciples of the sect refer to the disciples of the elders. They enjoy such good treatment that anyone, whether from the inner or outer sect, would want to become one.

Unfortunately, there are too many monks and not enough porridge.

A carrot and a pit.

The fact that Doctor Mo could treat Han Li's core disciples with such treatment was both a way of appeasing him and a gesture of goodwill, and also a sign that he was about to invest.

Thinking about the medicinal baths and other benefits he would soon enjoy, Han Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His initial plan can be considered successful.

Mo Juren has quite a few good things in his possession.

He didn't dwell on the Blood Spirit Grass that had caused Yu Zitong's misfortune for the time being.

However, he didn't hold back on the remaining dozen or so spiritual herbs, which were precious and painful for Yu Zitong to part with.

"With those spiritual herbs and the medicinal baths prepared by Mo Juren's remaining resources, my cultivation pace can finally be accelerated..."

...

"Go and fetch Zhang Tie."

After calming down, Doctor Mo spoke with a gentle gaze.

Han Li, that little guy, can even master the immortal incantation of the Everlasting Spring Technique. What about Zhang Tie?

There might be one, or perhaps two.

Today might be a day of double happiness for him.

Upon receiving the order, Han Li bowed respectfully and then withdrew.

This scene pleased the old man even more.

Once outside the house, the gaunt boy's tension and panic vanished completely.
"That Mo Juren, he's really greedy."

Having him wasn't enough; they even expected Zhang Tie to be someone with spiritual roots who could cultivate magical power.

How could he not know what Doctor Mo was planning?

It's essentially a matter of selective training versus free-range parenting.

After all, the resources at hand are limited.

The one who grows up and meets the standards will be the one whose body is possessed.

And it is extremely coincidental.

Zhang Tie does indeed possess spiritual roots, and the quality of these roots is that of three spiritual roots, even surpassing his four pseudo-spiritual roots. Cultivating a more obedient and ambitious Zhang Tie, and then possessing the honest, simple-minded, and especially wary Zhang Tie, would undoubtedly be more suitable.

No matter what.

Doctor Mo did not possess the basic techniques corresponding to Zhang Tieshen's spiritual root.

Changchun Gong is a basic martial art based on the wood element.

Zhang Tie happens to lack a wood-attribute spiritual root.

This is a matter of cause and effect.

soon.

Zhang Tie arrived.

Another similar examination was conducted.

However, unsurprisingly, Zhang Tie was not found to have a spiritual root.

There wasn't a trace of the magical power or true energy of the Everlasting Spring Technique in his body.

Seeing this, Doctor Mo, who had been holding onto a certain expectation, withdrew his eager gaze from Han Li and looked coldly at the nervous Zhang Tie, shaking his head and saying:
"Your aptitude is lacking; you haven't made any progress in your cultivation over such a long time. It's really a stretch for you to be my disciple..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tie's heart sank, and a bitter, pleading look appeared in his eyes.

He didn't want to go down the mountain, didn't want to leave the Seven Mysteries Sect.

They also cannot leave the Seven Mysteries Sect.

"Old Mo..."

His lips moved slightly, his voice trembling.

"Alright, although your aptitude isn't great, when I examined your physical constitution just now, I found another cultivation method that's more suitable for you. I just don't know if you'd be willing to learn from me?"

Zhang Tie suddenly looked up.

ecstasy.

Then, her eyes filled with gratitude, she said, "Thank you, Elder Mo, thank you, Elder Mo. I'm willing, I'm willing."

There is always a way out.

Han Li, who witnessed this scene from the side, suddenly became serious.

He finally understood why Zhang Tie was so obedient to Mo Juren, and why he was easily defeated by Doctor Mo even after mastering the fourth level of the Elephant Armor Technique.

The root of the problem probably lies in the old man's attempt to win people's hearts.

Of course, this is also inseparable from Zhang Tie's honesty and gratitude.

"Congratulations, Brother Zhang."

Han Li did not spoil the mood; instead, he joined in with a smile and sincere blessings.

The relationship between master and student was harmonious and joyful.

(End of this chapter)