Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

At this moment, the sky outside the towering cliff was just beginning to brighten.

The disciples patrolling the mountain continued their routine inspections.

Suddenly, a tremendous shockwave shot up from the towering cliff. Everyone sensed it and turned to look. Atop the snow-capped mountains, a stunning figure streaked through the sky like a soaring dragon, reaching for the heavens and embracing the clouds. A long, majestic cry echoed, shaking the surrounding area, before disappearing from sight.

The disciples on patrol were already dumbfounded and remained speechless for a long time.

Amidst the clouds, a young man dressed in a blue Taoist robe, his hands forming an unnamed sword incantation, hovered. After determining his direction, he flew away towards a certain spot.

At this moment, Han Li was enveloped in a faint spiritual light, and his hair fluttered in the wind.

From then on, those grudges and feuds between people in the martial arts world were no longer his concern.

Not long after Han Li left the Xuanjian Sect, Sect Leader Wang announced that he would accept Hao Le as his last disciple.

After Elder Gongsun's mysterious disappearance, Hao Le became the personal disciple designated by Sect Leader Wang. Not to mention that Hao Le's father had a connection with the Xuanjian Sect, Hao Le's martial arts skills alone were enough to silence anyone in the sect. With the support of Sect Leader Wang, Elder Li, and others, it was clear to everyone that Hao Le would be the future leader of the Xuanjian Sect.

Meanwhile, Hao Le was staring blankly at a few small bottles and a yellowed piece of paper.

The note was left by Han Li. It was very simple, just telling Hao Le that he had left the Xuanjian Sect and might never return. The bottles of pills were carefully prepared by Han Li; the essence they contained could extend Hao Le's lifespan, and he hoped Hao Le wouldn't refuse them.

Finally, on the back of the paper, Han Li drew some of the things the two had experienced in the past, such as planting spiritual herbs in the herb garden, fetching water and playing in the mountains and forests, meditating and cultivating on the bluestone slab in front of the door, and drinking and eating meat in the Linheji Inn...

At this moment, he vaguely guessed what was going on. Thinking of Han Li's strange behavior a few months ago and the killing of Elder Yang, he burst into tears and suddenly rushed out of the house, running anxiously into the mountains. But apart from the lush green forest in front of him, there was no trace of Han Li.

After sitting motionless for a long time, Hao Le sighed and said in a low voice with a forlorn expression, "Take care, my good brother, have a safe journey!"

Then, Hao Le stood up.

It was the same afternoon, the same place, but he was all alone. The dark-skinned, taciturn, kind-hearted, and highly skilled Brother Han from his memory never appeared again.

His slowly walking figure, bathed in the setting sun, appeared extremely lonely and forlorn.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away in a dense forest, a carriage travels along a rugged mountain road, heading east towards Jialing City.

After flying fifty miles on his sword, Han Li finally had to make an emergency landing due to exhaustion of his magical power. He arrived at an unnamed post station in the mountains, and after some inquiries, he spent three taels of silver to finally catch a ride on a delivery carriage bound for Jialing City.

Because the vehicle was loaded with cargo, Han Li could only lie on the roof for the time being, with a blade of grass in his mouth, legs crossed, looking rather nonchalant.

At this moment, he was circulating the Longevity Technique within his body, a faint stream of energy drawing it into his entire being. Because the carriage was moving very fast, it went unnoticed.

The carriage was driven by an ordinary, thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man, who, like Han Li, was not good with words. He wouldn't speak unless Han Li asked him, which pleased Han Li greatly.

Because he was still wearing the Xuanjian Sect's Taoist robe, if someone else were to talk too much and expose his whereabouts, it would be a real problem. Although he didn't want to get involved in these Jianghu feuds right now, if trouble kept coming his way, who knew if it would involve some cultivators?

With the spells and supernatural powers he can currently use, let alone a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even a Qi Refining cultivator with a basic cultivation technique at level three or above would pose a considerable threat to him.

After practicing the Longevity Technique for a while, Han Li flipped back into the carriage. Listening to the creaking sound of the wooden wheels turning, his expression remained calm and he was not saddened by leaving the Xuanjian Sect.

Over the past hundreds of thousands of years, Han Li has long been accustomed to all kinds of life and death separations. He may feel sad for a short time when it happens to him, but he will quickly recover.

The only thing Han Li couldn't bear to part with from the Xuanjian Sect was Hao Le, his childhood friend and good brother. Thinking of the events of the past few months, a bitter smile appeared on Han Li's lips. He hoped that the few pills he had left behind would allow his good brother to enjoy life more and not become overly consumed by hatred, thus ignoring the beautiful things around him.

Gradually, Han Li drifted off to sleep. The thought of seeing his parents and younger sister, whom he hadn't seen for so long, filled him with a rare sense of anticipation.

Soon, night falls.

Just as Han Li was half asleep, a resounding sound came from afar!

"What happened?" The carriage had stopped, and the dark-skinned, thin middle-aged man was nowhere to be seen.

Han Li released his divine sense and saw three people fighting in the pitch-black forest. One of them was thin and surrounded by ghostly energy. His iron claws were surging with dark purple spiritual light. He was joining forces with another tall young man to launch a fierce attack on a gray-robed man.

No matter how fierce their attacks were, the gray-robed man, relying solely on his spiritual sword, skillfully intercepted all the attacks, making it seem as if neither of them could gain the slightest advantage. Even Han Li couldn't help but admire such exquisite and sharp swordsmanship.

The people fighting were none other than cultivators.

The three men weren't particularly powerful, mostly at the second or third level of the early Qi Refining stage, but their supernatural abilities and techniques were completely different. The current situation appeared to be a draw, but in reality, it was extremely disadvantageous for the gray-robed swordsman.

The magical power of a third-level Qi Refining cultivator is not much higher than that of a second-level Qi Refining cultivator. If he is not mistaken, the gray-robed man will perish here due to exhaustion of magical power in less than twenty rounds.

"Hmph, no matter which young master you are, if you ruin my Heshan Sect's plans, I'll take your head in return!"

"Keep attacking! This kid's magic won't last much longer!"

Faced with the combined attack of two cultivators no weaker than himself, the gray-robed man's expression turned solemn. But then, as if sensing something, he suddenly shouted anxiously to the side, "May I ask which fellow Daoist is here? I am Ni Xuxin. I humbly request your assistance. I will be eternally grateful for your life-saving grace!"

"There's still someone here!"

Upon hearing this, the two men's expressions shifted between light and dark. After sensing Han Li's cultivation level, they burst into laughter.

"You're the one with only one level of basic skills, Ghost. This guy is yours!"

Upon hearing this, Han Li paused. Seeing that he had been exposed, he had no intention of hiding any longer. After a few flashes, he tried to escape.

"Where do you think you're going, kid? Running into us today is your bad luck!"

The middle-aged man named Yougui, surrounded by ghostly energy, snorted coldly and moved swiftly to block Han Li's path. At the same time, several ghostly claws shrouded in black energy shot out and grabbed straight at Han Li's face.