Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

"Then I'll take your kind words, senior." Han Li cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Han Li returned to the pavilion where he had rested earlier.

While ordinary people and Qi Refining cultivators might not be able to detect the fact that I am hiding my cultivation level, those Foundation Establishment and even Core Formation cultivators will definitely see it clearly.

Han Li never intended to hide it from these people. The purpose of concealing his identity was to avoid being too conspicuous. Now he can only take it one step at a time.

More than half of the participants were eliminated in today's competition.

The remaining majority are elite cultivators at the eighth level of Qi Refining or above. Basic spells and supernatural abilities are basically useless against these people. I estimate that I will have to use the Sword Control Technique to win the next battle.

However, because the first match had just been played, the second match would have to wait three days.

The reason for waiting so long is so that each cultivator can bring out their best performance.

Taking advantage of this time, Han Li first carefully observed the various supernatural abilities and techniques of the cultivators present, especially those powerful ones.

There's a saying that goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Being mentally prepared in advance will definitely be beneficial in every battle.

When the final duel ended, it was already dusk.

"Senior Brother Han, Senior Brother Han, wait for me!"

As Han Li walked down the street, he faintly heard a woman's voice beside him.

He didn't stop, but instead quickened his pace.

"Senior Brother Han, why are you walking so fast?"

Feng Yuye caught up, panting, her words filled with resentment.

"I......"

"Congratulations on your great success, Senior Brother Han. There's a temple fair in the east of the city tonight. Would you do me the honor of attending?" Feng Yuye asked Han Li hesitantly, her pretty face flushed.

"temple fair?"

"That's right, the East City Temple Fair is an annual grand event in Wuling City. Every year, many people participate. There are many folk performances at the temple fair, as well as all kinds of delicious food. It's bustling with activity and incredibly lively."

"I only had the opportunity to visit a few times when I was a child. Later, due to some reasons, I had to leave Wuling City. Now it has been seven or eight years since I last went there."

Feng Yuye's beautiful eyes sparkled as she gazed longingly at Han Li.

Han Li wanted to refuse, but before he could say anything, he let Feng Yuye pull him along, and they ran towards the east of the city.

As night falls and the lights come on, the temple fair in the east of the city is bustling with activity.

Han Li and Feng Yuye strolled through the crowd, enjoying various wonderful performances and savoring local delicacies.

Suddenly, a commotion ahead caught Han Li's attention.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a circus troupe performing a fire-breathing stunt. The performers spewed flames from their mouths, drawing cheers from the audience.

Han Li's heart stirred. The Fireball Technique he had practiced could achieve a similar effect. If he could accurately control the various forms of flames, he might be able to further enhance the power of the Fireball Technique.

At this moment, Feng Yuye tugged at Han Li's sleeve and said excitedly, "Senior Brother Han, there's a riddle-guessing game over there, let's go take a look."

The two arrived at the lantern riddle area. Looking at the lanterns with riddles hanging on them, the long-lost lively atmosphere reminded Han Li of the peaceful and tranquil days in Conch Town, and his gaze softened.

"Young heroes, what kind of riddles do you want to solve? We have all kinds of riddles, including horror, suspense, romance, martial arts, and more."

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a clown mask spoke up.

"I'd like to... guess about a theme related to love."

Feng Yuye looked at Han Li, her face flushed, and said...

"Hehe, since it's a love story, both parties need to be sincere in their pursuit of love. Please draw your lots first."

Before Han Li could even explain, Feng Yuye took one of the lanterns and opened it.

"The swans fly away and the birds do not return, eyes meet and feelings arise from the heart, the northern sky does not fly here in the eighth month, the mountain road is blocked by white grass, a moment of light is not the same as the four seasons, the leaves connect to the sky to send you off, a thousand autumns and one night become three horizontal lines, the horn bow is left empty and the horse has gone out."

Looking at the note in the other person's hand, Han Li's heart stirred.

"Well, little girl, have you figured it out? Each of these phrases corresponds to one character, and there are eight characters in total."

Feng Yuye shook her head and handed the note to Han Li.

Looking at the note in his hand, Han Li sighed softly.

The character for "goose" without the radical for "bird" is for "me," and the character for "wood" with the radical for "

This sentence roughly means: I want to be your only one.

This wasn't just what was written on the note; it was also what Miss Yuye wanted to tell him.

At this moment, Han Li knew in his heart that responding or not responding, or pretending to be crazy, would all be in vain.

Therefore, he directly asked someone to bring a pen, intending to compose a poem:

"Clouds drift and rain falls, swaying among the flowers; in countless dreams, we share a lifetime together."

"When I speak eloquently, my emotions are boundless; when we part, our dreams are filled with sorrow."

"A thousand words vie for attention, a hundred forms contend, but my heart is filled with melancholy."

"When will the stars Shen and Shang coexist in the void? Riding cranes on clouds, I laugh at the common people."

As the last stroke was made, Feng Yuye's face turned deathly pale.

"When will the stars Shen and Shang coexist in the void? Riding a crane through the clouds, laughing at the common people—is this your answer, Senior Brother Han...?"

The poem drew cheers from the onlookers.

Under Han Li's leadership, the original lantern riddle competition instantly turned into a poetry competition, attracting talented people from all walks of life to stop and admire, creating a lively scene.

“Miss Feng, this poem was written especially for you. I am devoted to the Dao and have no other desires, so please forgive me!”

Han Li cupped his hands in greeting, dried and folded the calligraphy and painting, and solemnly placed it in the other party's hands.

At this moment, Feng Yuye's eyes were already blurry with tears, but she still had a smile on her face, wanting to show Han Li her best side.

Seeing this, Han Li patted her on the shoulder, and the two remained silent for the rest of the way.

In fact, Han Li was not a heartless person; rather, he was well aware of the difference between immortals and mortals.

The lifespan of mortals is fleeting, like flowing water. Cultivators may seem to possess great supernatural powers and live forever, but in the end, they are still human.

Humans cannot live without emotions and desires, and there is deceit and treachery involved.

Besides cultivation level, the most important thing in cultivating immortality is one's state of mind.

The highest state of mind is one of detachment from worldly desires. Sages throughout history have emphasized this, but what they didn't know was how much heartache lay hidden behind these words.

Forgetting feelings, forgetting feelings, doesn't emphasize forgetting, but rather that forgetting and feeling are parallel. Some people who appear indifferent on the outside often have passionate hearts. The reason they give off a cold impression is to avoid hurting those they care about.

Some things can only be truly understood by reaching a certain level; that is the loneliness that belongs only to those who have reached the pinnacle of achievement.

Han Li is in this state right now. He doesn't want those who love him to get hurt, so he can only respond with a cold and indifferent attitude. Between short-term pain and long-term waiting, Han Li has no choice but to choose the former.

He didn't want such a beautiful woman to ruin the rest of her life for him.

After visiting the temple fair, Han Li returned Feng Yuye to the Feng residence. He then quietly left and returned to his inn, where he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.

Han Li sensed an opportunity, an opportunity for a breakthrough.

Perhaps it was because of that poem, or perhaps it was because his Dao heart became more and more steadfast, but everything happened naturally and he successfully broke through the bottleneck and reached the tenth level of the peak of Qi Refining.

Han Li, who had broken through his cultivation level, felt neither sad nor happy. That night, he did not continue cultivating for the first time in a long time, but instead had a good night's sleep.