The Long Journey to Immortality

"Senior, if that's true, then I'm doomed."

Han Lei complained repeatedly, no longer as determined and resolute as before.

Han Lu snorted and said, "Then you can just be a good-for-nothing and live a wretched life for seventy or eighty years. Don't think about cultivation anymore."

Upon hearing this, Han Lei looked troubled and was conflicted.

It took him a while to make up his mind.

“Since you brought this up, you must think I have a chance to survive the lightning strike,” Han Lei finally decided. “Then I’ll trouble you, senior, to find a time to strike me and let me fight for my cultivation one more time.”

"There's no time like the present," Han Lu thought, having only stumbled upon the situation and wanting to do her part, but she didn't intend to spend too much time or effort on Han Lei or even take him on as a disciple. "I'll chop you up in a bit."

“This… isn’t it a bit too hasty?” Han Lei said slowly. “I still have some things to say to my father. If I really get killed by this, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

“It’s alright,” Han Lu said readily. “Here’s paper and pen. Write it down now. If I kill you, I’ll find someone to pass on the message.”

After helping Han Lei arrange his affairs after his death, Han Lu felt that as long as she controlled herself properly, she shouldn't kill this junior from the same clan directly.

Han Lei swallowed hard, speechless, and could only reply, "Alright, then I'll follow your instructions, senior."

"May I ask your name, senior?" Han Lei asked in a way that demonstrated high emotional intelligence. "If this matter is successful, I would also like to know which senior has taken great kindness in helping this good-for-nothing to improve his physique."

Han Lei didn't say he wanted to know who killed him so he could die knowing the truth, but he achieved almost the same goal.

Han Lu replied, "My real name is Han Lu."

Han Lei was slightly surprised. He had thought that the expert in front of him was Han Yinshuang, who had been cultivating in the Southern Dynasty for a long time.

Hearing an unfamiliar name, he couldn't immediately recall which other Golden Core cultivator in his clan bore the surname Han.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, senior." Han Lei put the complicated question aside and stood up to bow.

Han Lu slammed her hand on the table, and a pair of paper and pens flew out of her storage bag and landed next to Han Lei.

"Keep writing, and I'll investigate why your spiritual energy is leaking out for no reason."

Han Lei asked, puzzled, "Isn't it because of the spirit?"

Han Lu pointed to the jade tablet and replied, "Of course not. It's clearly written here that even if your Purple Extreme Erosion Thunder Body isn't activated, it won't hold you back in this aspect."

For another reason, Han Lei's heart sank again.

"Then I beg you, senior, to help me investigate thoroughly," Han Lei pleaded with Han Lu. "If this matter cannot be resolved, even if I am fortunate enough to withstand your thunderbolt, I will not be able to cultivate normally."

"Leave it to me." Curious about the situation, Han Lu, who had always wanted to be a good person to the end, did not wash her hands of it.

So, Han Lei wrote his "will" while undergoing a full-body scan by Han Lu's spiritual sense.

After about a hundred breaths, Han Lu observed the abnormal flow of spiritual energy within Han Lei's body and finally found the culprit.

When Han Lei put down his pen and blew on the ink to dry, Han Lu spoke up and asked, "Han Lei, what's the origin of this ring on your hand?"

"A ring?" Han Lei raised his right hand, showing Han Lu the antique ring he wore on his right little finger. "This is a keepsake from my mother."

Han Lu waved, and Han Lei understood and took off the ring.

Holding the ring in her palm, Han Lu quickly confirmed her judgment: "The problem lies with this ring."

"What's the problem?" Han Lei asked nervously.

Han Lu held the ring in the palm of her left hand and then recited a mantra.

A moment later, accompanied by a phoenix cry emanating from her dantian, the ring in Han Lu's hand trembled, and a pale white, ferocious-looking spirit flew out from it.

The spirit broke free of the ring and tried to escape, but Han Lu didn't give it the slightest chance.

A palm strike sent the spirit flying, scattering it completely and causing it to vanish without a trace.

Han Lei took the ring from Han Lu's hand in a daze, and after a moment of stunned silence, he put it back on his own finger.

"Senior, what is this?"

Han Lu replied, "It's the remnant soul of a Golden Core cultivator, attached to this ring. It's forcibly absorbing the spiritual power you've gained through cultivation based on its instinct for recovery."

"Now that I have removed this remnant soul, you can wear this ring without worry."

"From now on, there will be no more possibility of spiritual power disappearing for no reason."

Upon hearing this, Han Lei muttered to himself, "There really is a sleeping old man next to me? And he's inside this ring too?"

"Alright," Han Lu clapped her hands and asked, "Are you ready now?"

[Author's Note] "I'm a Useless Person Who Transmigrated to Another World to Begin Cultivation, But I'm Not the Protagonist"

Chapter 1201

Touching the ring, recalling his mother's earnest expectations for him when she passed away when he was young, Han Lei no longer hesitated.

“Senior, I’m ready,” Han Lei said, his legs still trembling slightly, but he held his head high. “Living a mundane and mediocre life is not my expectation.”

"I'll leave everything to you, senior."

Han Lei did not want to disappoint his mother's expectations, nor did he want to be bullied by others like he was today, unable to even defeat a child.

“Okay,” Han Lu said, looking up to Han Lei, and sighed, “Actually, I was in a similar situation to you back then, even more dangerous than the test you are about to face.”

"I persevered and, through diligent practice, achieved my current level of cultivation."

"I hope you can pull through too, and don't make me go to see a father who has lost his son with your suicide note."

Hearing Han Lu's words, Han Lei actually comforted her, "Senior, don't worry. My father cares more about my younger brother who is only eighteen years old but has already reached the fourth level of Qi Refining. If I die, he probably won't be too sad or upset."

"This suicide note is mainly for my younger brother and a few close friends."

"There are three pages in total, corresponding to three people. Please make sure to deliver them."

Clearly, Han Lei is not well-liked at home.

Han Lu had no interest in these trivial family matters; she simply respected Han Lei's decision.

“Okay, I will. Let’s go, let’s find another place,” Han Lu stood up. “I don’t want to ruin this place and cause the clan any more trouble.”

Stepping out of the house, Han Lu waved her hand, summoning auspicious clouds, "Han Lei, come on up, I'll take you outside to find a quiet, secluded spot, and then I'll strike you down."

Looking at Han Lu flying in the air, Han Lei's eyes were full of envy.

Like most low-level cultivators, Han Lei has a special fondness for flying in the air.

Excitedly, Han Lei boarded the auspicious cloud that Han Lu had set up. He thought to himself, "It can be considered that I have realized a dream. It was worth living again."

Riding on auspicious clouds, Han Lu led Han Lei around in the air, taking a hundred breaths to find an open space outside Han Family Town.

As they descended slowly, Han Lu pointed to a boulder twenty paces away. "You, sit cross-legged there and try to enter a meditative state."

"When lightning strikes you later, do not resist in any way, only resist with your physical body."

"If all goes well, the power of thunder can activate your physical body, allowing you to leap over the dragon gate and cultivate thunder magic, making rapid progress every day."

Having come this far, Han Lei naturally obeyed.

He awkwardly climbed up the three-and-a-half-meter-high boulder not far away, his heart pounding with anxiety. He cautiously maintained the posture he usually adopted during meditation, squinting his eyes to observe Han Lu's movements, preparing to be electrocuted at any moment.

The two were in a clearing in a forest, surrounded by many healthy trees.

Han Lu didn't want to ruin this otherwise nice forest while doing a good deed.

She took out the "Lightning-Subduing Flag" that she had used during her tribulation from her storage bag.

With a series of taps of the fingers, the battle flags danced in the air for a moment before landing one by one.

Once a simple formation was set up, the space where Han Lu and Han Lei were located was completely isolated from the outside world.

"Alright, I'm going to get started now," Han Lu said solemnly, giving Han Lei a heads-up.

Recalling the junior's previous offense, Han Lu added, "This is the first time I've used lightning magic since advancing to my current level."

"As for helping others activate their spirits, that's a first for me..."

Upon hearing this, Han Lei's heart skipped a beat.

But to bolster his courage, he shouted, "Senior, then let me have your first time!"

The words sounded awkward no matter how you looked at them, but Han Lu didn't immediately think of anything strange.

"Alright, let's begin!"

After saying that, Han Lu made a hand seal, and the light blue nascent soul left her body.

The principle of activating the purple extreme erosion lightning body by striking it with lightning lies in utilizing human stress response.

Since thunder magic originated from metal-based spells, it is naturally better for a nascent soul that has undergone the baptism of heavenly tribulation to perform it and better interpret its true meaning.

Han Lei, squinting, saw the nascent soul that Han Lu had summoned.

His limited knowledge prevented him from considering the possibility of this little man reaching the Nascent Soul stage; he simply assumed it was a minor supernatural power Han Lu was using to prepare for a better attack on him.

Yuan Ying and Han Lu were in perfect harmony.

Without Han Lu giving any further instructions, she simply moved her mind, and the little blue figure raised its hand, like a cultivator, and began to summon wind and rain, casting thunder spells.

Suddenly, the local weather changed dramatically.

A dark cloud, accompanied by muffled thunder, suddenly appeared about 60 or 70 meters above Han Lu and Han Lei.

Dark clouds blocked out the sunlight, plunging the array of flags into darkness for a moment.

Hearing the thunder, Han Lei swallowed hard, rubbing his ring with his left hand, and silently prayed, "Han Lei, you're a transmigrator, you're destined to be the protagonist in this world!"

"Now the hard times are over, the old man is gone, and a big sister has come."

"You can't fall on the eve of dawn, becoming a charred corpse and dying again!"

After repeating this to himself several times, Han Lei's Dao heart gradually became firm, and his back straightened considerably.

After the dark clouds gathered in the sky for a moment, Han Lu, with her hands behind her back, had a thought. As her nascent soul pointed at Han Lei, a purple thunderbolt carrying a hint of heavenly tribulation descended from the sky.

The lightning struck Han Lei precisely, but what happened next was completely unexpected by Han Lu.

The lightning strike, which could have killed a Foundation Establishment cultivator in one blow, landed on Han Lei, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.

Han Lu could clearly feel that the lightning was like spiritual energy flowing into Han Lei's body, stimulating every inch of his body, inside and out.

Such a scene is like being struck by lightning and digging three feet into the ground to find the true treasure of the Dharma body that is buried there.

Seeing this, Han Lu felt much more relaxed. "Okay, in that case, it shouldn't lead to anyone dying."