Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

Upon hearing this, Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly inside the carriage.

He was not unfamiliar with Qiu Hai; on the contrary, he was quite familiar with him.

Qiu Hai is a notorious street bully in Conch Town, who commits all sorts of evil deeds because his family has an elder from the Haiya Gang.

In addition, Conch Town is located right at the border of the two major gangs, and bloodshed often occurs there.

The reason he was so badly injured last time was also thanks to this person.

However, in the past, with Hao Tian, ​​a martial arts senior from the Xuanjian Sect, protecting the Conch Town, even Qiu Hai dared not be too presumptuous. But now...

Han Li stared intently at the scarred man before him. Based on his years of experience, he believed that the town of Conch was about to undergo a major upheaval.

"Aren't you coming out yet? Do you want me to personally invite you?"

A fierce glint flashed in Qiu Hai's eyes as he spoke menacingly.

“We are members of the Hao family. The patriarch will not let you get away with this.”

The coachman, steeling himself, invoked his powerful backer. The thought of the highly skilled patriarch hardened his resolve.

"The head of the Hao family? Just an old geezer. Does he really think he can control everything just because he has some skills? Others may fear the Hao family, but I don't! Besides..."

Qiu Hai laughed loudly, his eyes full of disdain. As he spoke, he brandished the long sword in his hand, looking fearless.

This terrified the driver, who quickly shut his mouth and stopped talking, fearing that he might anger the man in front of him and end up dead!

"Young Master, let's get down!"

Upon hearing this, Hao Le knew there was no way to avoid it, so he could only bite the bullet and get out of the car.

"Haha, it's you! You've come to me without any effort at all!"

Qiu Hai stood at the front of the crowd, his eyes scanning them, his flushed face full of excitement.

"Master Qiu, we've struck gold this time! We've caught this kid by sheer luck. Now, the gang leader's plan is foolproof. Congratulations, Master Qiu!"

Beside him, a short, elderly man with a flushed face looked extremely obsequious.

"Hehe, that old bastard always says he's not doing his job properly. Now it's time to shut those family elders up. Hehe, don't blame me, blame yourselves for following the wrong person!"

"Hey? You're here too. Your injury from last time healed so quickly?"

"It doesn't matter, none of you will be leaving today! Except for that brat Hao Le, none of you will be spared!"

As he spoke, Qiu Hai's gaze fell on Han Li at the end, and he immediately let out a cold laugh.

"Young master, run!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the coachman shouted loudly.

The next moment, a long knife pierced through his chest, and the coachman screamed in agony, as if his whole body was being torn apart, the fear of death filling his nostrils.

As the long sword was drawn, blood splattered out, staining the ground red.

Various internal organs were scattered, and the scene was extremely bloody.

These children had never seen anything like it before, and they immediately screamed and scattered, their eyes filled with fear.

Seeing this, Han Li remained calm and took a few steps back without making a sound, quickly thinking about his next move.

Although he had practiced body tempering techniques for a month, as the saying goes, even two fists can't beat four hands.

If it were a one-on-one fight, he would naturally not be afraid of the other party, but now that there are so many of them, he doesn't think they will listen to any code of honor.

However, one thing is certain: Hao Le's life is definitely not in danger today.

Because he had seen the other party in person at the Xuanjian Sect later, but Hao Le was taciturn back then, which was completely different from his current talkative appearance.

Although he noticed it at the time, he didn't ask any questions. Now that he thinks about it, it was probably related to the Haiya Gang.

Thinking of this, Han Li instantly came up with a solution.

"Go! Leave no one alive!"

Upon hearing this, the Haiya gang members, who had been eagerly waiting for their prey, all rushed out, wielding swords and knives, and charged at them. Several children who were slow to run were immediately killed by the sharp blades of the enemy.

"Tiger, Dog Egg!"

Hao Le was filled with remorse; perhaps he shouldn't have brought them out at all. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to charge forward and fight these people to the death.

Han Li naturally wouldn't let the other party go to their death. He mobilized his internal energy and pulled Hao Le along as they ran.

"Han Li, don't stop me! Let me avenge them!"

"They're already dead. There's no point in us going up now; it'll just add a few more corpses to the pile!"

"As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood. As long as we are alive, we still have a chance to avenge them. If we die now, we will truly have nothing left. Can you bear to let them die in vain?"

Han Li said loudly.

"So what do we do next?" Hearing Han Li say this, Hao Le finally calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

Search!

No sooner had he finished speaking than an arrow pierced the air and landed squarely on Han Li's shoulder.

"Han Li!"

Seeing this, Hao Le shouted anxiously.

"go!"

Han Li, who had been hit by an arrow, did not say much, but instead quickened his pace.

Seeing this, Hao Le secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed Han Li into the nearby stone forest. Using the towering stone forest to block their view, they temporarily escaped their opponent.

"Chase them! They can't have gone far!"

"Yes!"

Behind him, shouts rang out. Han Li dared not linger. He tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his injured arm to prevent the dripping blood from revealing their whereabouts.

And so, the two fifteen- or sixteen-year-old children ran for several hours without stopping.

As Han Li walked, he suddenly felt dizzy and then fainted. All he could hear was Hao Le's shouts, but the voices seemed so distant.

During his unconsciousness, Han Li had a dream.

I dreamt of the epic battle between ancient and modern times, my parents and younger sister, my brothers, the treasures left behind in the ancient ruins of Ningzhou, and my wife.

He was lying in the other's arms, feeling the long-lost fragrance of hair and the warmth of the embrace. Han Li wished he could stay in this moment forever!

This dream was so long!

......

"Han Li, you're awake!"

When Han Li opened his eyes again, feeling dizzy and disoriented, he saw scattered campfires.

An old man sat with his eyes closed by the campfire.

Hao Le looked at him with concern. The old man had an air of otherworldly wisdom and exuded a sharp aura, making him quite extraordinary.

"Where are we?"

Han Li sat up and looked at the old man beside him.

"We are at White Phoenix Mountain. This is Elder Li Changfeng of the Xuanjian Sect. He saved us." Hao Le said, handing over a steaming hot chicken leg.

"You're quite an interesting kid. When I was healing you earlier, I could clearly feel the presence of true energy within you. Although it's not particularly abundant, it's far stronger than that of your peers."

"It's all thanks to this true energy that you were able to escape such a long distance despite losing so much blood."

Li Changfeng slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy gaze sweeping over Han Li, who was wolfing down his food, and laughed.

"Hehe, you flatter me, senior. I was just lucky to have obtained an internal martial arts manual by chance, and I just practiced it haphazardly according to what was written in it. Please forgive my poor performance!"

Han Li mumbled incoherently as he ate.

“It is indeed rare to find a cultivation method that can produce true qi, but the fact that you have reached this level through your own exploration shows that your martial arts skills are extraordinary. I wonder if you would be willing to become a disciple of my Xuanjian Sect?”

"With your talent in the study of Taoism, given time, you will surely become a peerless master in the martial arts world."

Li Changfeng said, extending an olive branch to Han Li.

"I have long admired the Xuanjian Sect. In that case, I will respectfully accept your offer!"

Han Li clasped his hands in a fist salute and said respectfully.

"Hahahaha...Good, very good!"

"This is a jade token representing your identity as a member of the Xuanjian Sect. Please keep it safe. Since you have chosen to join our sect, this elder naturally cannot leave without showing some appreciation."

"This sword is the Frost Sword, forged from the cold iron ore in the Yin Ning Sea. Although it cannot compare to those divine weapons, it is still a fine sword."

"In my younger days, I used this sword to kill countless enemies. Now I'm giving it to you!"

Li Changfeng was very happy to have recruited such a promising newcomer for the sect, and his wrinkled face was full of smiles.

"Thank you, senior!" Han Li clasped his hands in a fist salute and said respectfully.