Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

"As you probably know, young immortal master, I am old and my qi and blood are declining. The probability of me successfully establishing my foundation is really not high. Even if I take a spiritual medicine like the Foundation Establishment Pill, I only have less than a 10% chance of success."

"As for my young granddaughter, I wish to leave this Foundation Establishment Pill to her. I humbly request your permission, senior."

As Lingxi Sanren spoke, he bowed to Han Li, his eyes filled with loneliness and desolation, yet also with a unique brilliance.

Even with so many years of cultivation, Han Li couldn't help but be tempted by this situation.

If I think about it, my father should be around the same age as Lingxi Sanren!

Even if it's small, it can't be that small.

The thought of his parents' gray hair and hunched backs made Han Li feel terrible.

"I have already given you the Foundation Establishment Pill. How you deal with it is your own business, and I will not interfere."

Han Li shook his head, cleared his mind, and quickly stepped forward to help the old man up.

"Since you've made your decision, I won't say anything more. I have another request, though, I wonder if it's possible..."

"Please speak, young immortal master!"

Lingxi Sanren was taken aback, but still spoke up.

"I would be grateful if you could grant me a drop of my essence blood..."

"I thought it was something serious. It's just a drop of essence blood, nothing to worry about."

As he spoke, Lingxi Sanren made a hand seal, and his fingertip split open, revealing a drop of red blood suspended in mid-air.

Han Li smiled and nodded, taking out a small green bottle from his bosom. His body shone brightly with spiritual light, and the Taiqing Dongxuan True Light was activated, enveloping the drop of blood.

The blood swirled and danced within the seven-colored light, and under Han Li's hand seals and incantations, it finally merged with the seven-colored light. Then, the seven-colored light gushed out and entered the small green bottle, disappearing completely.

After doing all this, Han Li took out a Foundation Establishment Pill, put it into a small green bottle, and sealed the bottle.

"Little Immortal Master, what are you doing...?"

"We are destined to meet, and you have been loyal to me all these years. I have added a cultivation restriction to this small bottle. Only those with your bloodline can open it, otherwise the contents of the bottle will be damaged."

"These days, cultivators who think of others like you are truly rare. This is my way of showing my appreciation to that young girl I've never met."

As Han Li spoke, he handed the small bottle to Lingxi Sanren.

"I truly do not know how to repay this great kindness."

Upon hearing this, Lingxi Sanren burst into tears and bowed deeply to Han Li.

"The struggle for the Great Dao is all about that sliver of hope. Everyone says that fate has its own plan, but I don't believe in fate. Even if there's only a sliver of a chance, we must seize it firmly and never become complacent or leave it to fate. You should all remember this..."

As he spoke, Han Li's figure vanished from the spot, leaving only his ethereal voice echoing in the minds of the three.

This wasn't just something I said to them, but also something I said to Han Li himself.

Often, in addition to aptitude for cultivation and the spiritual energy of blessed lands, the most important factor in cultivation is one's state of mind.

Having a high level of cultivation but lacking the corresponding state of mind is like being a hard, stubborn rock that can be picked up and used against others. Such a cultivator, forever living under the control of their emotions, has reached the end of their life.

Virtue cannot bear the causal relationship of power; in the end, it can only be transformed into nourishment for refining weapons, and can never transcend it.

After leaving the waterfall cave, Han Li returned to Wuling City and took a teleportation array to Tianxing City.

Because the two places are too far apart, even with Han Li's Foundation Establishment stage speed, it would take several months.

Within Tianxing City, the sky was filled with countless stars, shrouded in the polar night.

A full moon hung in the sky, accompanied by a cold wind blowing from the Cambrian Kingdom in the north.

The streets were bustling with people, and the cold weather made the city guards shiver uncontrollably.

After a brief stay, Han Li left Tianxing City, transforming into a streak of light and heading northeast towards the Li Huo Sect.

Upon returning to the Li Huo Sect, Han Li went directly to the sect's scripture pavilion. After making copies of the remaining Core Formation stage secret techniques that he had not yet mastered, he went to the sect square and handed over the Heavenly Demon Token.

The sect square was no longer as lively as it used to be. One Foundation Establishment cultivator after another sighed and lamented, and many female cultivators even covered their faces and wept bitterly.

Of the more than thirty Foundation Establishment cultivators in the late stages of the Heavenly Demon Trial who went to participate, more than half perished.

Only a handful of people returned alive, and even Han Li's senior brother Fang Yuan perished at the hands of the ancient true demon.

At this moment, Yan Xiao stood in the center of the square, clutching a Heavenly Demon Token that represented his identity, and remained silent.

Upon seeing Han Li arrive, he forced himself to put on a smile.

"Junior Brother Han is back!"

Han Li didn't say much, he just patted Yan Xiao on the shoulder and then handed the Heavenly Demon Token back to him.

"Senior Brother Yan Xiao, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences."

These few words deeply touched Yan Xiao's heart.

Even after so many years of cultivation, he still couldn't help but feel saddened by the departure of his best brother. This feeling of oppression and loneliness made it hard for him to breathe.

Yan Xiao waved his hand, pretending to be indifferent, but his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into them.

Han Li knew that although Senior Brother Yan Xiao and Senior Brother Fang Yuan always bickered and competed, their relationship was undoubtedly the best.

Now that Senior Brother Fang Yuan has unexpectedly passed away, Senior Brother Yan Xiao must be the one who is most heartbroken.

To be honest, Han Li couldn't help but feel a little envious of his senior brother Fang Yuan.

It's not uncommon for cultivators to perish in the Heavenly Demon Trials.

Fang Yuan was not the first to get into trouble, but he certainly won't be the last.

People only sighed at the time, and after the storm passed, no one mentioned it again, as if those fallen cultivators had never existed at all.

Since entering the world of cultivation, Han Li's low-key and cautious attitude has always been absolutely correct.

The path to immortality is so long that the possibility of accidents is magnified infinitely. Even if one manages to escape once by luck, luck cannot always be on his side.

Without harboring any侥幸心理 (a sense of侥幸, or a belief that one can get away with something), this is Han Li's way of cultivating himself and establishing his character.

"Junior Brother Han... thank you very much."

Yan Xiao pursed his lips, then turned his head away, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and patted Han Li on the shoulder.

After saying this, Yan Xiao took a step forward, transforming into a streak of red light, and shot off towards the direction of the cave. Under the cool moonlight, he appeared particularly lonely.

Watching Yan Xiao's departing figure, Han Li shook his head.

A jade pendant radiating a halo floated in mid-air. After making a few hand seals and transmitting a few words, he sat cross-legged in the sect square and closed his eyes to rest.

Half an hour later, a tall figure flew in from the horizon, a female cultivator riding a flying sword, arriving at an extremely fast speed.

Wearing a long purple dress, paired with a pair of watery almond-shaped eyes, her long, white legs shone brightly in the moonlight, and her graceful figure exuded the unique vitality of a young girl.

The visitor was none other than Lan Xuan'er, whom they hadn't seen for several years.

Lan Xuan'er was no longer the little girl she once was; she had grown into a graceful young woman, and with her outstanding appearance and talent for cultivation, she was quite famous in the outer sect.

"Disciple Lan Xuan'er greets Master!"

Upon seeing the figure in a green robe sitting cross-legged on the ground, Lan Xuan'er's pretty face showed excitement. She then quickly stepped forward and bowed in greeting.