Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

"This technique is called the Lesser Yang Technique. It is a method for cultivating Qi. When cultivated to the later stage, it can deepen the internal magical power. However, the difficulty of cultivation is quite high. Among the techniques I have, it is considered to be of medium to low level."

“It’s not that I’m stingy, but with your aptitude, there’s absolutely no chance you can cultivate the other techniques. This one I have is just a copy; it will destroy itself after you scan it with your divine sense.”

Master Cangkun's expression flickered slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

He gave Han Li a few more meaningful glances and then said.

In fact, it's not that he lacks confidence in Han Li; that's just the truth.

Given Han Li's pseudo-spiritual root aptitude, achieving Foundation Establishment was already beyond expectations; as for Core Formation, there was absolutely no guarantee of success. Compared to cultivating the Lesser Yang Technique, he preferred that Han Li cultivate several techniques suitable for combat. In this way, even if he couldn't successfully form his Core, he wouldn't be bullied by others.

Seeing the determination in his disciple's eyes, he said nothing more. With a wave of his hand, he transferred the cultivation method of the Lesser Yang Technique to him using spiritual energy.

"Alright, now that you have accepted the initiation ceremony, we cultivators will keep things simple. From now on, you are my disciple, Venerable Cangkun. I hope you will cultivate diligently and not tarnish the reputation of our lineage."

"Yes! Master!"

In the following time, Venerable Cangkun told Han Li about some relevant details and key points of cultivating the Lesser Yang Technique without reservation, and also gave Han Li some pointers on his understanding of Qi and Fire.

As expected of a Nascent Soul cultivator, Venerable Cangkun's insights into the Great Dao of Fire were extraordinary. After exchanging ideas, Han Li gained a great deal.

However, it is worth mentioning that the next opening of the Heavenly Demon Eye is less than ten years away. Han Li should try his best to cultivate during this time and strive to obtain the secret technique needed for the Core Formation stage as soon as possible.

Although Han Li had acquired some Core Formation techniques in his previous lives, he hadn't been able to exchange them all due to a lack of demonic cores. He had mastered eleven of the fifteen techniques required for Core Formation; if he could master them all, he might be able to condense the legendary Ninth-Rank Golden Core.

However, a ninth-grade golden elixir is far too ethereal and elusive. If it could truly be condensed, it would be of great benefit to his future cultivation path.

Upon leaving his cave, Han Li encountered Fang Yuan, who was waiting outside. After a brief exchange and leaving a communication jade talisman, Han Li took his leave and returned to his cave to begin his seclusion.

Han Li plans to first cultivate the Returning Fire and Shifting Scenery Technique and the Burning Flame Technique. These two techniques are not too difficult for him to cultivate, and three or four months is more than enough time for him.

As for the Lesser Yang Manual and the Demon Flame Manual, we'll talk about them after the Ascension Ceremony.

The thought of meeting the woman of his dreams at the conference in five months brought a faint smile to Han Li's face.

However, just three months after Han Li went into seclusion to cultivate, a vortex of spiritual energy suddenly formed in a corner of his cave, drawing in all the spiritual energy within the cave like a whale sucking in water. Even the spiritual veins of the entire Jiaowo Mountain were temporarily affected.

"What happened?"

Han Li, who was practicing the Returning Fire and Shifting Scenery Technique, slowly opened his eyes, forced to stop what he was doing, and stared intently at the center of the spiritual energy vortex.

In the dim light, Han Li seemed to see a rusty iron sword, now emitting a faint spiritual light, as if something was about to awaken. This iron sword was none other than the one he had scavenged from Hengru's storage bag in the ruins of the Imperial Sword Sect.

Because of its low rank, it had always been kept in a corner of Han Li's cave. Over the years, even Han Li himself had almost forgotten about it.

The sudden turn of events startled Han Li, but he quickly recovered and stared expressionlessly at the iron sword suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, the rusty iron sword was frantically absorbing fire-attribute spiritual energy, even absorbing a portion of Han Li's protective spiritual light. Such domineering power immediately alerted Han Li, who took several steps back and stared coldly ahead.

This iron sword was obtained from the Blood Demon Sword. Could it be that, like the other spirit swords of the Imperial Sword Sect, it also gave birth to a guardian sword spirit?

Although with his current cultivation level at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, he was naturally not afraid of those sword spirits before, the spiritual pressure of the strange phenomenon displayed by the sword in front of him was definitely not comparable to those Qi Refining stage spiritual swords.

If a fight really breaks out, my carefully constructed cave dwelling will probably be destroyed sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Han Li waved his sleeve and put all the valuables in the cave into his storage bag. At the same time, he activated the cave's protective barrier, looking solemn and ready for battle, his eyes fixed on the iron sword floating in front of him.

Gradually, the iron sword stopped absorbing spiritual energy, and the original vortex of spiritual energy gradually dissipated and returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Just then, the mysterious rusty sword suddenly emitted an even more dazzling light than before, releasing a tremendous sword intent, which caused Han Li's expression to change.

As Han Li watched in shock, a plume of white smoke billowed out, forming a transparent humanoid phantom above the iron sword!

"Young man, what time is it now?"

Just then, a strange, invisible fluctuation emanated from the transparent phantom.

"This sword spirit... is too strange. It can actually talk? Its intelligence is far too high."

Han Li stared blankly at everything that was happening before him, and only reacted after the sword spirit spoke, saying, "It is now the 3233rd year of the Spirit Calendar."

"Three thousand two hundred and thirty-three years... I never expected to sleep for so long this time."

Upon hearing this, the old man's illusory figure nodded.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of making a move, Han Li breathed a slight sigh of relief, but still reached for his storage bag at his waist, where several magical artifacts stood ready, looking extremely vigilant.

"Hehe, young friend, there's no need to be nervous. I have no ill intentions towards you. If you hadn't shattered the Demon-Suppressing Sword and broken the Blood Annihilation Space in time, I'm afraid I would never have been able to revive." The old man's illusory figure nodded, his gaze towards Han Li full of friendliness.

"Senior, aren't you a sword spirit?"

Han Li was somewhat surprised. Judging from the other party's tone, it seemed that the sword spirit was not born from the Imperial Sword Sect, otherwise how could it be so human-like?

"Hehe, more than a thousand years have passed, and my memories have long since faded. Now I only have some fragments of memories left in my mind. However, I am certain that I am not a sword spirit, but a cultivator." The old man paused and said slowly.

"Your Excellency, please do not try to deceive me with your limited knowledge. You should know that even a Nascent Soul cultivator, if they do not possess another body, will only have their Nascent Soul dissipate within a few decades in the natural world. If you were truly a cultivator, how could you have been asleep in a soul state for thousands of years?"

Han Li snorted coldly, showing no belief whatsoever in the old man's words.