?Chapter 887: Volume 6 Spiritual Treasures Chapter 884 Stationed Chapter 887: Volume 6 Spiritual Treasures Chapter 884 Stationed “This person is not from the Soaring Tribes!”


    “What?


    How does master know this?”


    As soon as Han Li spoke, it was a revelation that shocked Silvermoon.


    “Take a look, what is this?” Han Li suddenly reached into the void with one hand.


    Instantly, a green light appeared, and then it transformed into a light shadow resembling a jade pendant.


    It was engraved with several ancient characters.


    “This is the ancient script of Great Jin,” Silvermoon exclaimed once more.


    “In fact, I didn’t make a move just now because I estimated this person wouldn’t be harmed.


    This object is a jade pendant carried by Feng Yue, a top-grade magic tool.


    Whenever the demonic bird approached, it automatically emitted spiritual ripples and should have a self-protecting effect.


    Although it was hidden at his waist, how could a mere layer of cloth prevent my Brightsight Water from seeing everything clearly?


    You should recognize the characters of Great Jin on it!


    Based on these few characters, there’s a high chance this person is from the wealthy families of Great Jin,” Han Li said indifferently.


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    “Indeed.


    The title ‘Ningchuan Feng’ is indeed a form of naming loved by the wealthy families of Great Jin, as stated in the books.


    It seems this Fellow Daoist Feng should indeed be from there.


    However, does Ningchuan refer to Ningchuan County among the Thirty-six Major Counties, or Xining State among the hundred and eight states, or is it just some common city with ‘Ning’ in its name?” Silvermoon pondered.


    As they were coming to Great Jin, Han Li naturally collected many books on the customs and geography of Great Jin, and Silvermoon had also read quite a few.


    Hence, it was not odd for Silvermoon to spontaneously mention these things.


    “No matter which wealthy family of Great Jin this person belongs to, appearing alone on the Heaventide Prairies signifies trouble.


    It’s naturally better to have minimal contact with him.


    What we need to do now is to find a way to leave the prairies and first find a method to dispel the Evil Qi in our bodies,” Han Li stated, then closed his eyes without expression.


    “That’s also true!


    For someone of early Foundation Establishment to possess such a self-protecting magic tool, he must indeed be an important figure of the Feng family.


    But now, he’s hidden within a small tribe’s tribute team; he must be in big trouble,” Silvermoon chuckled softly, quietly agreeing.


    Then the woman said no more, and silence returned to the carriage.


    At that moment, outside, the youths finally smashed two large ice blocks, skinning and deboning the three Ape Eagles.


    Then they sent the most precious parts, six sharp claws and a dozen long feathers, to Han Li.


    The rest was unhesitatingly split by the two tribes.


    Naturally, since Han Li was a guest Immortal Master invited by the Heron Branch, they took the larger share.


    Although the large man surnamed Ba didn’t get much, since it was an unexpected gain and no one was hurt or killed in the attack by the demonic bird, he was naturally very happy as well.


    Meanwhile, on a tightly sealed carriage of the Red Wolf Branch, the blue-robed man seemed to find the cloak inconvenient, had already taken off the covering on his head, revealing a pale face.


    Except for slightly thin lips, he could be considered handsome and tall.


    At this moment, his face was coldly silent.


    Suddenly, he reached up to his neck with one hand and pulled out a golden chain.


    At the end of the chain, there was a silver-white key.


    The key, as thick as a finger and a few inches long, was covered with mysterious and ancient patterns, and on its oval handle, a golden “Feng” character was engraved.


    Staring at this key, Feng Yue’s eyes showed a strange look, his expression shifting between dark and light.


    At times excited, at times pained, eventually turning exceedingly gloomy.


    After a long sigh, he carefully put the key away, wearing it as a necklace again around his neck.


    Once he confirmed that outsiders could not see the key, he also began to close his eyes to meditate, recovering the spiritual power he had consumed.


    After finishing the cleanup of the last remnants of the Ape Eagles, it wasn’t long before the entire caravan started moving again.


    But this time, no one dared to speak loudly.


    The brief battle had left a great shock to these young Soaring Tribes people.


    Those possessed of Spiritual Roots were even more fired up, almost wanting to sprout wings and fly to the Holy Temple to become an all-powerful Immortal Master.


    The following day passed without incident, but by noon the next day, Han Li, who was sitting in the carriage pondering the Oracular Formula, finally sensed from afar the so-called “station” designated by the Holy Temple.


    Although concerned about the presence of High-order Immortal Masters inside, Han Li did not dare to use his Divine Sense to scan closely.


    Yet, he faintly felt the mixed fluctuations of spiritual energy inside, with quite a few low-level cultivators present.


    Han Li’s gaze flickered a few times, his face expressionless.


    After traveling another twenty-plus li, the people from the two surrounding tribes almost simultaneously let out cheers.


    At this shift in mood, Han Li flicked his sleeve, causing the carriage curtain to roll up by itself, and he looked towards the distance.


    In the distance on the plain, a black dot starkly appeared there.


    With a slight flash of blue light in his eyes, Han Li clearly saw the true appearance of the black dot.


    A wall three to four zhang high, built of stone blocks mixed with large logs, behind which the favorite tall tents and some simple wooden houses of the Soaring Tribes people were randomly interspersed, with many ordinary mortals of the Soaring Tribes coming and going in between, making it somewhat chaotic.


    Yet among the many tents and wooden houses, a few completely covered stone halls and lofts, sparsely distributed here and there, could be faintly seen with occasionally one or two oddly dressed cultivators entering them.


    This place was the so-called “station”.


    Han Li pondered, his gaze shifting and landing on the giant stone pillars erected at intervals outside the walls.


    These dazzling stone pillars, each thick enough to be embraced by one person and twenty to thirty zhang tall, clearly indicated that the Heaventide Sanctuary had set up a large-scale Array here, protecting the entire city within.


    Up in the sky over the entire settlement, not a single cultivator could be seen soaring, evidently, the array also had a sky restriction.


    After surveying the city, Han Li lost interest in seeing more and stretched out his hand to signal, causing the carriage curtain to drop down once more.


    A quarter of an hour later, their caravan arrived at the entrance of the settlement.


    There were no guards to speak of here; people were free to come and go as they pleased.


    Ying Lu and the large man discussed briefly and, for reasons unknown, the two tribes split up again, with their groups heading in two different directions.


    Although Han’Li was physically present, through his Divine Sense, he could still clearly perceive everything nearby.


    The settlement was indeed as chaotic as he had seen from afar; the word “disarray” summed up everything.


    Apart from a few man-made main roads, everywhere was strewn with disorderly fur tents and haphazard wooden huts.


    Clearly, other than the stone buildings, the rest were temporary settlements for the tribes contributing to the Holy Temple.


    However, those who needed to rest here were also the tribes farthest from the Holy Temple.


    They were the kind of tribes that, no matter how large, weren’t significant.


    The truly large tribes lived right next to the Holy Temple.


    Thus, aside from a few slightly more extravagant large tents.


    The rest of the tents and wooden huts were some of the usual structures, many even had patches on them.


    This clearly showed the plight of these smaller tribes.


    After some effort, in a secluded corner of the settlement, they found a vacant piece of land where the people of the Heron Branch began setting up their tents.


    Han Li stepped down from the carriage and coldly watched their movements.


    After hesitating for a moment, Ying Lu actually came over.


    “Sir Immortal, this place is rather chaotic and may not suit your peaceful meditation.


    However, there are places specially designated for immortals to rest for free.


    Would you like to stay there for a couple of nights?


    After two days of rest, we can continue on the road.


    What do you think?” the elderly man asked respectfully.


    “Alright, I understand.


    After two days, I will come here and regroup with you.” Han Li nodded as usual and then, without any hesitation, immediately turned and left.


    The direction he headed towards was the highest building in the area, a huge stone hall with two levels.


    There, cultivators occasionally entered and exited, evidently the resting place the elderly man mentioned.


    After walking for a short distance, he arrived in front of the stone hall.


    Han Li glanced at two monster statues standing at the gate, each with a bull’s head and a dragon’s body, then emotionlessly passed by the entrance.


    Although he was confident that his disguise as a Soaring Tribe member was flawless, it was still somewhat improper to live among so many Soaring Tribe cultivators.


    If there happened to be a Nascent Soul-level cultivator inside, some complications might arise.


    It would be better to leave the settlement and find a random place nearby to spend a couple of days.


    When the time came, he could return and blend into the caravan to continue on the road.


    And by the time they reached the so-called Heaventide Sanctuary, the urgency to search for him should have diminished a bit, and he could then try to leave.


    The remainder of the journey, although still far from Great Jin, if he was cautious, it wasn’t without a chance to sneak into the territory of Great Jin.


    Thinking this way in his heart, Han Li calmly walked out of the main gate of the settlement.


    He pulled out a small grey sword from his storage pouch, activated the artifact, and transformed into a streak of light shooting into the sky.


    After flying for fifty or sixty miles, he stopped above an inconspicuous pile of stones.


    After a glance downward, he descended in front of a stone cliff approximately sixty to eighty feet high.


    He first sat down cross-legged, released his Divine Sense, and confirmed that within twenty miles there truly was no second person.


    Then, turning around, he rapidly flicked his fingers at the stone cliff behind him.


    After a shower of azure sword Qi, a cave about twenty feet tall appeared, just big enough to accommodate a person.


    Han Li entered and tried sitting down, quite satisfied with the spot.


    Then he went out about thirty feet away from the stone cliff, took out a set of formation flags from his storage pouch.


    After a dozen lights scattered in a flash, an invisible array was set up.


    From the outside, the stone cliff seemed to disappear instantly, leaving the spot completely empty.


    Han Li wasted no time, his figure flickered as he entered the inside of the array, vanishing entirely.


    The place was devoid of any people.


    Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, a day and night had gone by.


    Han Li was in a deep meditative state inside the cave, silently comprehending the Oracular Formula given by Monarch Great Development.


    The formula was progressing much more smoothly than he had anticipated, seemingly almost fully comprehended.


    This inwardly delighted Han Li.


    He was currently pondering over a critical issue, but suddenly, his eyelid involuntarily twitched.


    His Divine Sense abruptly exited the meditative state, and he opened his eyes with a look of surprise.


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