Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

On the most luxurious street in the southern part of Wuling City, there is a huge mansion covering several acres.

Above the dark gate of the mansion hung a plaque with the words "Feng Mansion" written on it. Below the plaque stood seven or eight burly men dressed in tight-fitting clothes. These men were all tall and strong, with their eyes fixed straight ahead, and they looked well-trained, making them a force to be reckoned with at first glance.

Across the street not far from Feng Mansion is a restaurant called Jiuxianglai.

This restaurant is one of the most prestigious restaurants in the entire Wuling City, especially its signature drink "Peach Blossom Wine," which is a rare and exquisite wine that has attracted many famous merchants.

It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was already packed. Adding to the excitement was the upcoming Ascension Ceremony, with people filling every floor from the first to the fifth.

Passersby could smell the aroma of food and wine wafting from the restaurant, a bustling and lively scene that made their mouths water.

Sitting at a table by the street-facing window on the fourth floor was a dark-skinned young man. The table was laden with colorful and delicious-looking meat and vegetable dishes. This man was none other than Han Li, who had come out to gather information.

The environment on the fourth floor is much better than the three floors below. It was originally a residence for entertaining distinguished guests, but now, because the Ascension Conference is about to be held, the floors above the fourth floor are basically occupied by cultivators.

Han Li originally wanted to go to the fifth floor, but the people on the fifth floor possessed unfathomable magical power, which was definitely not something that a Qi Refining stage cultivator could possess. They were mostly Foundation Establishment stage seniors.

This made Han Li immediately give up the idea, and he could only slink back to the fourth floor and randomly find a seat by the window.

Han Li glanced sideways at the Feng Mansion not far away, then turned his gaze to the four people sitting upright to the side. His expression remained unchanged as he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

I learned from Lin Muxue that my cheap master, the Seven-Colored Immortal, whose real name was Feng Yi, was the ancestor of the Feng family in Wuling City.

Because the Seven-Colored True Man was naturally arrogant and eccentric, he had no other disciples besides Han Li. Even his joining the Myriad Treasures Pavilion was only for cultivation purposes.

He had very few close friends during his lifetime, only a handful.

After the Seven-Colored Immortal perished, he used the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk as a guide to have his so-called "friends" find his true successor.

At this moment, Feng Mansion seems to have encountered considerable trouble.

According to Lin Muxue, Han Li learned that recently some sneaky people have been secretly watching Feng Mansion. Most of these people are mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators, and occasionally there are one or two late-stage Qi Refining cultivators.

Although they dared not act recklessly within Wuling City, things might be different once they left the city.

Disciples of the Feng family often go out and disappear without a trace.

These people from Feng Mansion are just mortals; how could they possibly contend with cultivators in the Qi Refining stage?

Although Han Li didn't have much contact with his cheap master, the other party did provide Han Li with tremendous help. Without those resources, it would have taken Han Li at least ten years to cultivate to the late stage of Qi Refining on his own.

Generally speaking, cultivators in the Qi Refining stage will not attack mortals without a reason.

Such a targeted measure is clearly due to the Seven-Colored Immortal. Only a battle between cultivators could potentially involve the younger generation of a family.

Therefore, the person who did this was most likely a demonic cultivator. After all, his own master had died in a hunt by demonic cultivators.

Even if it isn't, it's still inextricably linked to the demonic path.

If it weren't for the backing of Wanbaolou and Wuling City, Han Li really wouldn't have dared to provoke these demonic cultivators so easily.

Over time, the Feng family became aware of the crisis and rapidly shrank their territory. This led to a surge in the power of other Jianghu gangs, who were eager to annex the Feng family.

With such a precarious situation, it was only a matter of time before the Feng family was wiped out.

As the only disciple of Seven-Colored True Man Feng Yi, Han Li naturally could not sit idly by.

After learning about these circumstances, Han Li decided to wait and see. However, to his surprise, the person behind the scenes was quite cautious. Perhaps because the Ascension Conference was about to begin, he hadn't made any progress in the past few days.

Such situations often foreshadow the calm before the storm.

After all, the cultivators who made the move were in the early or middle stages of Qi Refining. They generally do not participate in the Ascension Conference. They only need to make a move quietly when the conference starts. With all attention drawn to them, who would care about the lives of those mortals?

Therefore, the more this situation occurs, the more vigilant we need to be.

However, to Han Li's surprise, despite the huge incident that occurred at the Imperial Sword Sect ruins last time, not a single rumor had spread throughout the cultivation world.

It should be noted that quite a few cultivators from the five major sects and independent cultivators from various families escaped at that time, but after they came out, they all tacitly stopped saying a word, which greatly surprised Han Li.

It's important to understand that unusual situations often indicate trouble and danger.

It seems that what happened at the Imperial Sword Sect ruins was more serious than I had imagined; otherwise, why would the five major sects have had to suffer this injustice in silence?

Just then, a faint sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from the street outside the building, growing clearer as it approached.

Han Li's spirits lifted, and he sat back down, his gaze returning to the street.

Escorted by a dozen burly men, a sandalwood carriage sped from the other end of the street. Leading the procession were a man and a woman; the man was a robust young man with striking features, while the woman was elegant and beautiful, carrying a fiery red sword on her back.

In the blink of an eye, these people rushed past Han Li and finally stopped in front of the Feng residence.

"Young Master, Second Miss, you're back. How was today?"

The burly men who had been standing on either side hurriedly stepped forward, and an old man with a horse-like face bowed and scraped as he greeted them respectfully, addressing the man and woman at the head of the group.

"Sigh! It's a long story." Feng Xian paused, then shook his head.

"Then, Miss..."

Seeing this, the old man with the horse-like face did not continue to ask questions, but instead inquired about something else.

"Old Fan, it's been years. I hope you've been well."

As soon as the words were spoken, a woman dressed in brocade robes stepped out of the carriage behind them. She lifted the carriage curtain, revealing a stunningly beautiful face, and then lightly leaped down from the carriage.

"Young Miss." Upon seeing this, the old man with the horse-like face smiled broadly, hurriedly took the reins, and said respectfully.

Although he was some distance from the gate of Feng Mansion, Han Li still had a clear view of the situation before him.

This woman's face was truly breathtaking; her skin was as white as snow, her nose was straight and delicate, her eyes were dark and bright, her long hair was smooth and flowing, and her lips were red—she was truly an absolute beauty.

As I walked along, passersby couldn't help but turn their heads to look at me.

"These two women should be Feng Jinzhi and Feng Yuye. As for the man, he is probably Feng Xian, the famous Desert Madman in the martial arts world."

Rumor has it that Feng Xian, at only twenty-six years old, is already a renowned master in the martial arts world. Ordinary first-rate masters are no match for him, easily defeated in three moves. Aside from the absolute top masters, almost no one can suppress him. He has an arrogant and overbearing demeanor.

After taking a deep look at the Feng residence, Han Li summoned the waiter, settled the bill for the meal, and returned to his inn.

Han Li had already made up his mind. Tonight, he would sneak into the Feng residence and find out what was going on there.

If it's merely a conflict between martial arts sects over territory, he only needs to find a respectable proxy. But if it truly involves cultivators, even he must proceed with caution.

Thinking of this, Han Li closed his eyes and released a faint divine sense power. While regulating his breathing, he continued to observe the movements of Feng Mansion, hoping to find the sniper hidden in the dark.

At three in the morning, Han Li changed into a set of black night clothes, and with a leap, he used his lightness skill to fly onto the roof. Combining the Luo Yan Step with Jianghu lightness skills, he arrived outside the Feng Mansion without any danger.

Han Li did not rush into the Feng residence. Instead, he first circled the entire mansion to make sure it was safe before using an earth-遁 (earth-遁) technique to pass through the wall right under the noses of the guards.

The guards, however, were completely unaware of anything amiss.