Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

Ma Laojiu showed no intention of making a move, standing aside and coldly watching the fight between the two, a sneer on his lips.

Han Li could easily see through Ma Laojiu's scheme: he was using the disheveled man to verify Ma Laojiu's true identity. Even if it failed, it would at least deplete the disheveled man's magical power. Such methods were truly insidious.

Having dodged the long-haired man's full-force palm strike, Han Li no longer concealed anything, unleashing his mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation. At the same time, he formed hand seals, activating a series of dark ghost seals. Then, his face paled, and three or five ghostly figures slowly condensed, swirling around his body.

Seeing that Han Li had actually used the Ghost Devouring Technique, Ma Laojiu's expression softened. It seemed that Han Li was indeed one of his men.

The disheveled man shouted, and palm prints radiating true energy burst forth from his body. At the same time, an inexplicable devouring force circulated around Han Li, forcibly absorbing one-tenth of his magical power.

The Three-Inch True Essence Palm slammed down, striking directly at the ghostly figures surrounding Han Li.

It was obvious that the man with disheveled hair knew the weaknesses of the ghost cultivator's supernatural powers, so he did not hold back at all.

Han Li snorted coldly upon seeing this and immediately used the Luo Yan Step to dodge. A thin, dark green protective shield, as thin as a cicada's wing, formed around him. When the Three-Inch True Yuan Palm struck the shield, it trembled several times but showed no signs of being broken.

Protected by the Aoki Shield, the ghostly figures remained unharmed.

Seeing the opponent's fierce attack, Han Li's eyes flashed with a fierce light. As he activated the Longevity Guide, ghost claws suddenly shot out and grabbed at the disheveled man not far away.

The disheveled man was startled. He hadn't expected that someone with the mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation could still unleash such a powerful defensive technique even after having their spiritual power stolen. Shocked, he cast a Qi Gathering Technique on himself and slammed it down on the oncoming ghost hand.

Han Li would not give his opponent any chance to breathe. He summoned the Thunderstruck Wooden Sword, spun around, and transformed into five sword shadows, launching a fierce attack.

"Stone Skin Technique!"

The long-haired man shouted, and earth-attribute magic surged forth, forming an earth-yellow protective barrier on his body. At this moment, his skin radiated a faint metallic luster, and he swung his fists without dodging or avoiding, repelling all the flying swords formed by the sword control technique.

Seeing that the Sword Control Technique was ineffective against his opponent, Han Li's body flashed with azure light. He formed a sword incantation with one hand, and the lightning-struck wooden sword in his hand trembled slightly. The other four flying swords that had been knocked away automatically flew back and merged into the main body of the flying sword in his hand. This method was none other than the second level of the Sword Control Technique, the Sword Gathering Technique!

With the support of the four flying swords formed from sword energy, the lightning-struck wooden sword suddenly emitted a dazzling red light and thrust out towards the earthen-yellow figure that was rushing towards it.

Although the opponent was fast, their movements were stiff, clearly relying only on their internal magic power and lightness techniques. In terms of sheer agility and unpredictability, even the opponent's flattery couldn't match mine.

Thinking of this, Han Li let out a long breath. He unleashed the Flying Willow Sword Technique, the wooden sword in his hand sometimes dancing and swirling, sometimes coalescing into one, making it impossible to defend against. Relying on his agile movements, he actually managed to suppress the disheveled man completely.

The cultivators from both factions were stunned by what they saw. They never expected that a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator could fight a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator to a standstill, appearing evenly matched.

In fact, Han Li did not go all out in this battle; he still had many trump cards up his sleeve.

For example, there's the Heavenly Sword Talisman, which is comparable to a full-force attack from the early Foundation Establishment stage, as well as the Mystic Light Shield given by the Barefoot True Man, and various types of pills and talismans.

If he were to use all his trump cards, Han Li was confident that he could completely annihilate the late-stage Qi Refining cultivator in front of him.

But with everyone watching, how could he possibly reveal these trump cards?

Seeing that Han Li, with his mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation, could suppress Du Lao Er, who was in the late stage of Qi Refining, Ma Lao Jiu was speechless. He seemed not to have expected that this seemingly ordinary boy would have such great abilities.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Du Lao Er quickly called out, forced Han Li back with one move, and then used his flying magic weapon to escape from the place.

Seeing that their leader had fled, the Qishan Sect cultivators scattered like monkeys fleeing a collapsing tree, and scrambled to escape the place.

"Hahaha... This fellow Daoist's abilities are astonishing. May I ask your name?" Ma Laojiu laughed and stepped forward, his eyes gleaming as he sized up the young man before him.

"My name is Hao Le, a rogue cultivator!" Han Li clasped his hands in a fist salute and smiled.

"Oh? Fellow Daoist is not a cultivator of my Heshan Sect, so why do you know the supernatural powers of my Heshan Sect?" Ma Laojiu's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression a forced smile.

"I encountered a skeleton in the forest before, and all the martial arts techniques I learned were derived from it. Today, I happened to pass by this place and inadvertently discovered that the martial arts techniques used by your sect are somewhat similar to mine, so I stopped to observe." Han Li smiled frankly and explained the whole story.

"I see!"

Ma Lao Jiu looked as if he had just realized something, but it was unclear whether he believed Han Li's words or was just pretending.

"Since you are a rogue cultivator and have unintentionally learned the secret techniques of my Heshan Sect, it means that you are destined to join my Heshan Sect. Why not join my Heshan Sect?"

"With your mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation, you are already capable of fighting against late-stage cultivators. If you join the sect, you will surely be highly regarded by the patriarch." Ma Lao Jiu smiled, no longer dwelling on the origin of Han Li's cultivation technique, and instead extended an invitation to him.

Han Li knew that since he had already been drawn into the conflict between the two factions, he could only take it one step at a time.

"Since it is a fellow Daoist who has invited me, then I will respectfully accept." After a moment's thought, Han Li nodded.

"Hahahaha... Fellow Daoist, your move is truly wise. In that case, Fellow Daoist Hao is now a member of my Heshan Sect. Minions, why don't you greet Fellow Daoist Hao?"

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators present bowed respectfully.

Han Li dared not presume and hurriedly returned the greeting.

It seems that this Ma Lao Jiu has quite a high status in the Heshan Sect. Perhaps we can ask him for advice on the Soul Refining Banner.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Han Li returned to Heshan with Ma Laojiu and his group.

Through Ma Laojiu's words, Han Li learned that Yan Laoguai was currently in seclusion to consolidate his cultivation, which made him secretly relieved.

A Core Formation stage cultivator's seclusion can last anywhere from several years to over ten or twenty years. This allows him to easily obtain what he wants and then make his escape.

"Fellow Daoist Ma, why did you bring all those corpses back as well? Could it be that you're using them to cultivate some kind of secret technique?" Han Li's gaze fell on the group of people in front of him, on the blood-stained corpses they were carrying on their shoulders, and he asked with some doubt.