Yu Zitong finally gave up hope. Despite all his promises and offers, the man remained unmoved. He knew he was a tough one.
For a last glimmer of hope, he revealed the location of his storage bag.
Lu Tiandu didn't treat him harshly, allowing his spirit to remain within a jade bottle to slow its dissipation. He
pulled out a jade slip, consulted a map, and, finding the correct direction, steered his Wind-Swallowing Sword towards a specific location.
Over an hour later, he arrived at a ravine on the edge of the wilderness. He directed his flying sword to strike at a tree hollow, causing a gray bag to fall. Lu Tiandu
grasped it with a casual movement, and a large hand, shaped by magical power, seized the gray bag.
Lu Tiandu remained silent for a moment, his spiritual sense constantly observing his surroundings. Only then did he shake his head.
"It seems I was overthinking. Yu Zitong suffered a severe injury and buried his storage bag before dying. I'm afraid he didn't have time to make any backup plans before he died..."
He flew over another half-mile radius and indeed found a skeleton. As expected, it must be Yu Zitong's. With a flick of his finger, a small fireball reduced the bones to ash.
Lu Tiandu poured his magic power into the storage bag and began to examine it.
"Sure enough, no surprises..."
Lu Tiandu sighed. That was understandable. A seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator who had left his family and lived in the mortal world couldn't possibly have a rich collection.
"But these herbs are quite good. It's not a wasted trip."
Among them, a blood spirit grass, over a hundred years old, was likely the direct cause of his death.
The rest of the storage bag contained some blank talisman paper, a talisman pen, a low-grade magical instrument, and a few books—all common items
found in the world of immortal cultivation. Not a single spirit stone or elixir was missing. After sorting a few useful items into his own storage bag, Lu Tiandu placed the remaining items and untouched mundane items into Yu Zitong's
storage bag. He found a tree hole and casually tossed them there, hoping they might bring someone a small opportunity.
He casually touched the bag, and a small vial containing Yu Zitong's spirit appeared in his hand. Releasing Yu Zitong's spirit, Lu Tiandu said calmly,
"Please dissolve yourself!"
"What? Did you just say you'd spare my life?" Yu Zitong's voice rang out, frightened and weak.
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Chapter 9: Han Li's Immortal Cultivation Guide (Please Read More)
Yu Zitong finally gave up hope. Despite all his promises and offers, the man remained unmoved. He knew he was a tough one.
For a last glimmer of hope, he revealed the location of his storage bag.
Lu Tiandu didn't treat him harshly, allowing his spirit to remain within a jade bottle to slow its dissipation. He
pulled out a jade slip, consulted a map, and, finding the correct direction, steered his Wind-Swallowing Sword towards a specific location.
Over an hour later, he arrived at a ravine on the edge of the wilderness. He directed his flying sword to strike at a tree hollow, causing a gray bag to fall. Lu Tiandu
grasped it with a casual movement, and a large hand, shaped by magical power, seized the gray bag.
Lu Tiandu remained silent for a moment, his spiritual sense constantly observing his surroundings. Only then did he shake his head.
"It seems I was overthinking. Yu Zitong suffered a severe injury and buried his storage bag before dying. I'm afraid he didn't have time to make any backup plans before he died..."
He flew over another half-mile radius and indeed found a skeleton. As expected, it must be Yu Zitong's. With a flick of his finger, a small fireball reduced the bones to ash.
Lu Tiandu poured his magic power into the storage bag and began to examine it.
"Sure enough, no surprises..."
Lu Tiandu sighed. That was understandable. A seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator who had left his family and lived in the mortal world couldn't possibly have a rich collection.
"But these herbs are quite good. It's not a wasted trip."
Lu Tiandu examined the three century-old spiritual herbs in his hand, along with a dozen other herbs. These were likely all the spiritual herbs Yu Zitong had collected over the years to enhance his cultivation.
Among them, a blood spirit grass, over a hundred years old, was likely the direct cause of his death.
The rest of the storage bag contained some blank talisman paper, a talisman pen, a low-grade magical instrument, and a few books—all common items
found in the world of immortal cultivation. Not a single spirit stone or elixir was missing. After sorting a few useful items into his own storage bag, Lu Tiandu placed the remaining items and untouched mundane items into Yu Zitong's
storage bag. He found a tree hole and casually tossed them there, hoping they might bring someone a small opportunity. He casually touched the bag, and a small vial containing Yu Zitong's spirit appeared in his hand. Releasing Yu Zitong's spirit, Lu Tiandu said calmly,
"Please dissolve yourself!"
"What? Did you just say you'd spare my life?" Yu Zitong's voice rang out, frightened and weak.
"You heard me right. I said I wouldn't kill you and would spare your life. I'm not going back on my word. I simply asked you to dissolve yourself!" Lu Tiandu remained indifferent.
"If you voluntarily dissolve, you might have a chance to ascend to immortality in your next life. Otherwise, under this scorching sun, your soul will likely soon be shattered..."
Yu Zitong's pleadings failed to move Lu Tiandu. He glared at him fiercely and then dissolved.
"I don't want to leave you with even a small inconvenience!"
Lu Tiandu sighed softly, stepped onto his flying sword, and departed in a flash. "Huh?
You didn't kill Doctor Mo?"
Entering the stone house in Divine Hand Valley, Lu Tiandu looked surprised to see Doctor Mo bound.
Over two hours had passed since Lu Tiandu's departure. Han Li must have already extricated Doctor Mo from his account of the entire situation. Based on Lu Tiandu's understanding of the old demon Han, he would have simply flicked his finger and delivered a small fireball, a free gift.
Although Han Li couldn't yet cast the fireball, the decision was a one-shot deal. He hadn't expected to see Doctor Mo alive...
Han Li's eyes twitched slightly, and he smiled bitterly.
"I've already crippled Doctor Mo's martial arts, and I've confiscated all the poisons he carried. Now he's a prisoner, and I'm afraid it's more painful than killing him..."
His plans for cultivating immortality were shattered, and with only thirty years to go, he was already approaching death. He couldn't enjoy the vast Jingjiao Society's legacy and his many beautiful wives. How could he not be heartbroken?
Han Li looked at Doctor Mo with mixed feelings.
Deep down, he had always held a certain respect for him. After all, his impressive medical skills and Changchun Gong were both taught to him by him.
In the end, Doctor Mo was captured before he could even begin to possess another body. The hatred between them wasn't irreconcilable, and killing him with a single blow wouldn't have been pleasant.
After all, he wasn't the old demon Han he would become.
"As you wish," Lu Tiandu said with a faint smile. "Doctor Mo doesn't have much time left. It looks like he only has three or four months left at most. Having a filial disciple like you to care for him in his final moments means he can finally see the light of day..."
Lu Tiandu then burst into laughter.
Han Li gave a wry smile but said nothing. Doctor Mo, with his cloudy eyes wide open , remained silent and stern.
"Since you're also a cultivator, it's inappropriate to call me senior. I'm a few years older than you, so we can just call each other fellow Daoist!" Lu Tiandu said gently.
"This..." Han Li hesitated.
"It's okay. The cultivation world respects strength. We're all in the same class, so we can just call each other fellow Daoist!"
Han Li's expression calmed down, and a strange excitement welled up in his heart.
"Alright, Fellow Daoist Han, let me tell you some details about the cultivation world so you don't stumble into the world of immortal cultivation and lose your life..."
"Brother Lu, do we need to ask Doctor Mo to step aside?" Han Li asked, looking at Doctor Mo not far away.
"Never mind, let him hear if he wants to..." Lu Tiandu shook his head slightly, unconcerned.
Doctor Mo had heard rumors of immortal cultivators in Lanzhou, and later, while traveling extensively to avoid his enemies, he encountered Yu Zitong.
Although he had some knowledge of immortal cultivators, he lacked spiritual roots and could not cultivate.
He had always been curious about the mysterious immortal cultivators. Hearing that Lu Tian hadn't asked him to avoid him, a sudden surge of gratitude welled up in his heart.
Hearing about the immortal cultivators in his final moments was a kind of comfort!
Lu Tiandu began to explain some common sense of the immortal cultivation world to Han Li, such as the theory of spiritual roots, the realms of cultivators, the division of power in the Yue Kingdom's immortal cultivation world, the general scope of Tiannan, the various demonic beasts, spiritual herbs, and spiritual fruits in the immortal cultivation world, the cultivation techniques, spells, elixirs, talismans, magical instruments, spiritual stones, and so on...
This talk left Han Li and Doctor Mo, standing by, stunned and amazed, their breathing quickening.
"I wonder what kind of spiritual roots Brother Lu possesses? Is he from one of the seven great cultivation sects?" Han Li asked after a moment's silence.
He learned he possessed only a pseudo-spiritual root, a four-spiritual root, and felt a pang of resignation.
Was he destined to remain at the Qi Refining Stage for the rest of his life?
Then, remembering that possessing spiritual roots was considered rare, and that he was fortunate enough to be able to cultivate, a relatively good result, he felt somewhat comforted.
"Brother Lu possesses a wind-type spiritual root, and his cultivation talent is only slightly lower than that of a celestial spiritual root, one that has advanced all the way to the Core Formation Stage without a bottleneck. It's comparable to some exceptional cultivators..." Lu Tiandu nodded.
Han Li's eyes widened upon hearing this. No wonder this Daoist brother acted like a god; his cultivation talent was truly remarkable. He couldn't help but feel a surge of envy and jealousy.
Lu Tiandu smiled at the young man's envy and continued,
"I'm a descendant of the Lu family, a prominent cultivator family beneath the Yellow Maple Valley. In the next two years, I'll be returning to the Taiyue Mountains to join the sect for cultivation. Perhaps we'll meet again someday..."
Han Li let out a wry smile. After hearing Lu Tiandu's explanation, how could he not understand that someone with a pseudo-spiritual talent like his wouldn't be accepted by even the seven major sects of Yue Kingdom, let alone some mid-level immortal cultivation families
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