Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

Han Li first went to Feng Yuye's boudoir and carefully examined it. Then he instructed Yan Shi to set up an altar for him in the southeast corner and prepare chicken blood, incense, candles and other items, as he was going to perform a ritual.

Since there were no personal items belonging to Maple Leaf in the room, nor any medium such as a strand of hair, Han Li could only use that wisp of True Demon Qi as a guide to perform the Deduction and Tracking Technique. There was no other way, so he had no choice but to try anything as a last resort.

Upon hearing Han Li's arrangements, the Feng family hurriedly began preparations and quickly gathered all the items Han Li needed.

That night, Han Li, dressed in a blue robe and holding a lightning-struck wooden sword, used the sun, moon and stars as a guide, and the Yin-Yang Reincarnation True Technique rapidly circulated within his body, connecting with the fragments of the Six Paths Reincarnation Disc. Relying on the power of the laws of reincarnation and the laws of the Six Paths, he performed the art of deduction.

At this moment, Han Li was chanting and forming hand seals, and a faint blue light emerged from his body. He used the power of laws to shield the secrets of heaven, guiding out that wisp of true demonic energy and sealing it into the pre-prepared guiding butterfly.

With his hands forming hand seals, he chanted: "Heaven is round and earth is square, the laws are in nine chapters, now I seek the soul, open the gates of life, so be it!"

After speaking, the cool, spiritual energy of the moonlight, mixed with the power of laws, was applied to the guiding butterfly.

"go with!"

With Han Li's command, the white butterflies on the platform immediately emitted a faint red light.

Under the astonished gazes of Yan and the others, its wings fluttered and it flew towards the outside.

Seeing this, Han Li lit the incense and candles and instructed, "Before I return, remember not to let the ever-burning lamp go out, otherwise all our efforts will be in vain."

"This method conceals the secrets of heaven and can only be used once by divination with demonic energy. Also, remember to light incense and offer prayers every two hours. Remember this well!"

After saying that, Han Li's body flashed with a blue light, and he chased after the guiding butterfly.

The guiding butterfly circled the city once, then drifted out of the city gate and slowly flew off in an unknown direction.

"So it really is outside the city? Hopefully it's not too far from Wuling City..."

Han Li muttered a few words, summoned the lightning-struck wooden sword, and flew south following the guiding butterfly.

A hundred miles south of Wuling City lies Jialing City, Han Li's hometown.

Han Li never expected that the guiding butterfly would bring him here.

By this calculation, it's been almost twenty years since I've been home. I wonder how my parents, younger sister, and Hao Le are doing now...

After flying for seven or eight hours, in the distant mountain basin, a giant city nestled in the mountains could be seen in the distance.

Jialing City is still the same Jialing City, only the city is much larger than it was more than a decade ago.

Han Li didn't linger. He paused briefly in the air before continuing to fly south with the guiding butterfly.

After passing through mountains, a sandy area comes into view, with various low shrubs growing freely.

Not far away, nine enormous mountains came into view, surrounded by clouds and mist, radiating various colors of light.

Whether it was because the eternal lamp went out or because of the influence of the special magnetic field of Jiuhua Mountain, it wobbled and fell down as soon as it approached the outer edge of Jiuhua Mountain.

Upon seeing this, Han Li's eyes flickered slightly. He guided a wisp of true demonic energy from the guiding butterfly, resealed it, and stored it in his storage bag. Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at the towering mountain before him.

Looking at the nine mountain peaks that towered into the clouds like sharp swords, Han Li's thoughts drifted back to more than a decade ago.

Back then, he was just an ordinary young man who risked his life to search for the Nine Yang Grass on the outskirts of Jiuhua Mountain. Now, revisiting this place, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

I wonder if that fellow Daoist Ge who made the deal with him back then is still alive today.

In an instant, many questions flashed through Han Li's mind. Now that he was here, and he was no longer the mortal boy he once was, he naturally had to search carefully. He wondered if he could find Feng Yuye's whereabouts.

As Han Li flew along Mount Jiuhua, he sensed many Qi Refining stage cultivators along the way. These Qi Refining stage cultivators did not have profound magical power, and their basic cultivation techniques were only around the fourth or fifth level.

Han Li immediately stopped and inquired about Feng Yuye's whereabouts from the Qi Refining stage cultivators.

Originally, these Qi Refining stage cultivators didn't want to pay any attention to him, but seeing that the man in the green robe was unfathomably powerful, they could only greet him with smiles and tell him everything they knew.

After thanking the cultivators, Han Li continued on his way. The further he went into the central area of ​​Jiuhua Mountain, the higher the cultivation level of the cultivators he encountered.

As a result, later on, they were all cultivators at the late stage of Qi Refining or even the peak of Qi Refining.

Without exception, there was no trace of Feng Yuye, which made Han Li suspect that the deduction method was wrong, otherwise how could there be no trace of her?

Along the way, they didn't see many people, but they did pick a lot of spiritual herbs. Jiuhua Mountain truly lived up to its reputation as a blessed land in Ningzhou. Although most of these herbs were century-old spiritual herbs, they were not very useful to Han Li at the moment.

However, if it can be refined into pills and sold at auctions to obtain some spirit stones, or traded with others, it would be a good choice.

Han Li quickly scanned the spiritual herbs with his divine sense, put them away, and was about to continue on his way when suddenly, a familiar shout came from not far away, mixed with noise, as if someone was arguing.

"There's something wrong with your pills. They were supposed to strengthen the body's foundation and regulate qi and blood, but they had absolutely no effect on my seriously injured wife after she took them. If you don't give me an explanation today, believe me, I'll tear down your shop!"

“Fellow Daoist, how can you blame me? These pills for strengthening the foundation and nourishing the vital energy are meant for recovery and conditioning, not for treating serious injuries. Moreover, these pills are all made from fifty-year-old spiritual plants, so there is absolutely no problem with their efficacy.”

"Perhaps it was your own improper storage that caused the problem. How can you blame it on me?"

After passing through a mountain stream, a small market for cultivators came into view.

A middle-aged man in a white robe was arguing fiercely with a young man, while a crowd of monks stood around watching.

The middle-aged cultivator in white was none other than Fellow Daoist Ge, whom he had met once before.

More than a decade has passed since we last met, and Fellow Daoist Ge's appearance has not changed much. However, he looks much older than before, and his magical power has just reached the level of the eighth level of the late Qi Refining stage.

The person he was arguing with was clearly more powerful than Fellow Daoist Ge.

As for the argument between the two, Han Li didn't want to get involved, after all, this "Fellow Daoist Ge" hadn't given him a kind look back then.

When Han Li's gaze fell on the small green bottle containing pills on the stall, he immediately changed his mind.

"Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?"

Looking at the shifty-eyed group in front of him, Fellow Daoist Ge's voice gradually turned icy cold.

"Since you've figured it out, I won't hide it anymore. We've all heard that you've collected quite a few rare herbs over the years, hehe."

"Of course, we won't take your things for nothing."

As he spoke, the young man took out a storage bag from his pocket and tossed it into the hands of the man surnamed Ge.

"Are you joking, sir? You think you can exchange such a small amount of spirit stones for my century-old spiritual herb?"

The man surnamed Ge probed into the storage bag with his divine sense and said coldly, a faint spiritual light emanating from his body as he stared coldly at the people in front of him.

Do you think we're haggling with you?

"Today, you have to change it whether you like it or not!"

The young man sneered, and his Qi Refining Level 9 power surged forth, forming a spinning, invisible wind blade in his hand, clearly indicating that he was ready to fight at the slightest provocation.