?Chapter 889: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 886 Sky Yuan Pill Chapter 889: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 886 Sky Yuan Pill The bottle flipped, and a fiery red pill, almond-shaped, landed in the palm of his hand.


    Seeing this Spiritual Medicine, which had been refined from high-grade demon beast cores in former years, Han Li’s face showed a hint of regret.


    This type of pill, originally designed to enhance the Spiritual Power of Core Formation cultivators, was indeed a bit of a waste to use here.


    If his Mana hadn’t been sealed and Silvermoon hadn’t been injured, he could have directly used the Soul Search Secret Technique without all this hassle.


    With one hand, he squeezed the blue-robed man’s chin and with a skilled flick of his wrist, he dislocated his lower jaw, causing his mouth to involuntarily open wide.


    With the other hand, he snapped his fingers, and the pill, enveloped in a burst of blue qi, shot into the mouth of the blue-robed man.


    Han Li released his hands and touched his waist, and a shining silver needle appeared between his fingers.


    The silver light flashed, and the needles transformed into several threads of silver light, quickly targeting various parts of the blue-robed man’s body.


    In an instant, it was done.


    From the places the needles struck, dark poisoned blood shot out a foot high, and an almost nauseating foul smell followed.


    Han Li stood up, placed his hands behind his back, and quietly waited for the other to awaken.


    After a long time, about the span of one cup of tea, once a large pool of poisoned blood had been drained from Feng Yue’s body, a low groan finally indicated he was about to come around.


    Han Li’s eyes flashed, his hands lifted simultaneously and his fingers rapidly played, sending a gust of wind shooting out, and the still-flowing poison blood instantly stopped.


    Then, with a shrug of his shoulders, his second Nascent Soul transformed into a dark cloud and shot into the woods nearby, disappearing without a trace.


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    “It’s you…” The blue-robed man finally opened his eyes, saw Han Li standing in front of him, and uttered a surprised sound as he struggled to sit up.


    “What, surprised to see me?” Han Li glanced at Feng Yue and spoke indifferently.


    “You saved me?


    What about that old thief, Feng Zhen?” Despite his weak voice, the young man’s tone was filled with caution.


    “You mean the one in the purple robe?


    He’s over there, on the ground!” Han Li casually commented, pointing with a glance.


    Feng Yue’s gaze shifted slightly and, with effort, he twisted his neck and finally saw the unrecognizable remains of the old man in purple.


    His face first showed shock, then intense hatred, and then his gaze returned to Han Li, his expression extremely puzzled.


    “Was that old thief also killed by Brother Han?


    It appears Brother Han’s Divine Skills are truly unfathomable.


    I shall remember this lifesaving grace in my heart and will surely repay it generously in the future,” Feng Yue asked tentatively, his hand reaching to his waist to pull out a medicinal pill, which he quickly popped into his mouth, while his other hand pressed against the ground, trying laboriously to stand.


    However, he had barely gotten halfway up before his legs gave way and he fell back to the ground.


    “What’s happening, why am I so devoid of strength?” Feng Yue fell to the ground, his face turning pale, exhibiting a look of panic.


    “Thinking of repaying me later?


    It seems you are unaware of your current predicament,” Han Li said, his expression unchanging and without any intention of helping him up.


    “What do you mean?


    What has happened to me?


    Have you imposed some restriction on me?” The young man glared at Han Li, his face showing both shock and anger.


    “Impose a restriction on you?


    You flatter yourself.


    If I wanted to restrain you, would I need to place any restriction?


    You should take a look at your current state first,” Han Li scoffed, and with a flick of his hand, he tossed a small object next to Feng Yue.


    It was a simple bronze mirror.


    Hearing this, Feng Yue’s face was full of suspicion but seeing that Han Li remained expressionless, he gritted his teeth, picked up the mirror, and looked inside.


    “Ah!


    What’s happened?


    My face…


    this is the poison, when did I get so deeply poisoned?


    Could it be that the old thief used something poisonous?” Startled by his reflection, Feng Yue cried out hoarsely.


    Then, in a panic, he upended his storage pouch on the ground, and after a flash of white light, a large pile of bottles and jars appeared.


    He hastily picked up several bottles and indiscriminately stuffed medicinal pills into his mouth.


    Han Li watched coldly from the side, letting him take the medicinal pills without saying a word.


    After finishing the pills, Feng Yue couldn’t care less about speaking further with Han Li and immediately sat down cross-legged to meditate, trying to use the power of the medicine to expel the poison.


    But after only a short while, he opened his eyes again, the terror on his face deepened threefold.


    “How can this be, none of these detoxifying elixirs are working.


    What kind of rare poison am I affected by?” He finally realized the seriousness of the poison and became increasingly anxious.


    “I’ve never seen it before, but it must be one of the ‘Ten Extreme Poisons,’ the Bitter Poison,” Han Li then said slowly.


    “Bitter Poison?


    They used this poison against me?


    That old thief truly did join forces with the Kong Family.


    There are rumors that the Kong Family possesses this type of poison,” Feng Yue’s face instantly turned ghastly pale, and he screamed uncontrollably.


    “Kong Family,” Han Li’s brows twitched slightly, but his expression quickly returned to normal.


    “Not right.


    I should have died immediately after being afflicted with that intense poison.


    How could I possibly have woken up again?” The young man suddenly thought of this and, not knowing where he found the strength, flipped over and got up to question Han Li.


    “Hmph.


    Don’t forget your blessings.


    Had I not had some questions to ask you, I wouldn’t have wasted a ‘Sky Yuan Pill’ on you.


    You owe your life, for now, to that item on your neck that momentarily fended off the poison.


    Otherwise, once the poison reached your heart, not even elixirs could have brought you back,” Han Li said darkly, not mincing his words.


    “Did you touch this item?” Upon hearing Han Li mention the silver key, the young man realized that what he treasured as his life was exposed at his chest and was suddenly shocked into calmness.


    “I too was curious that a Foundation Establishment cultivator like yourself didn’t die immediately from the poison, so naturally I wanted to investigate.


    However, the Sky Yuan Pill merely suppresses the poison temporarily.


    In another day, the poison will attack your heart again.


    You’re still doomed,” Han Li said nonchalantly.


    “Sky Yuan Pill?


    I think I’ve heard of it.


    Isn’t it a very rare type of medicinal pill?


    If I continue taking this pill, can I keep the poison suppressed?” Feng Yue asked a bit nervously after pondering for a moment.


    Han Li was somewhat surprised that the other party had heard of the pill, but he replied coldly.


    “Continuing to take it can indeed preserve your life temporarily.


    But do you know what it’s made from?


    It’s not a detoxifying medicinal pill at all, but a Spirit Pill used by Core Formation cultivators to break through their bottlenecks and advance their cultivation.


    It’s something money can’t buy.”


    Han Li said nothing more, but the implication was clear.


    “A Spirit Pill for advancing Core Formation cultivators’ cultivation?” Even though Feng Yue had expected the pill to be exceptionally precious, he was still rendered speechless by this information.


    “However, if you really want to save your life, that’s not impossible,” Han Li suddenly smiled.


    “What method?


    As long as it can save my life, I’ll agree to any conditions, Brother Han,” the young man replied eagerly, his spirits lifting.


    “Hehe!


    I don’t want any repayment, just answer a few questions honestly in a little while,” Han Li chuckled, speaking indifferently.


    “Sure, anything that Feng knows, I’ll not hide a bit,” the young man said without hesitation.


    Han Li smiled faintly, ambiguously stating the method.


    “The method is simple.


    Since you’ve been poisoned and this body is ruined, why not just switch to another body?


    There were cultivators in the past who escaped death from the deadliest poisons by using the Assimilation Technique,” Han Li revealed calmly.


    “Assimilation?” The young man paused, then to Han Li’s surprise, gave a bitter smile.


    “What, you think this method won’t work?” Han Li raised his eyebrows and asked expressionlessly.


    “Thank you for your concern, Brother Han.


    But while assimilation might work for others, I can’t use this method,” Feng Yue hesitated, then stammered.


    “Can’t use the method!


    Could it be that you’ve already…” Han Li thought of something, feeling slightly surprised.


    “I won’t lie to you, I’ve already performed assimilation once.


    This body I possess isn’t my original,” Feng Yue said with a dismal smile.


    “In that case, I’m out of ideas.


    After all, with the deadliest poison, there’s simply no cure,” Han Li sighed, speaking plainly as the young man looked on him with hopeful eyes.


    “Is there really no other way?


    You’re so knowledgeable, Brother Han, please think a bit more,” Feng Yue pleaded desperately as he heard Han Li speak.


    “No need to think more.


    If there was a way to cure such a notorious poison that has plagued the realm of immortal cultivation for so long, it wouldn’t be known as the deadliest poison,” Han Li shook his head and said.


    “So, I only have one day left to live,” the young man stood frozen, his face bloodless.


    “That’s right.


    Even if you continue taking Sky Yuan Pills to delay, once the pills are gone, your end will just as swiftly come,” Han Li told the young man flatly.


    “Brother Han, how many Sky Yuan Pills do you have?


    Would you sell them to me?” Like grasping at the last straw, Feng Yue asked eagerly, staring fixedly at Han Li.


    “What, do you really think you can buy my Spirit Pills?


    I wouldn’t mind selling them, but the quantity certainly won’t be large.


    And you’d have to answer some of my questions first.


    There’s still time to discuss this further!” Han Li first frowned, then spoke as if it were no big deal.


    “What questions do you have, fellow Daoist?


    At this point, what can’t I answer?” Feng Yue said despondently.


    “Good, that’s best.


    Let’s start with your identity.


    You’re not from the Soaring Tribes, but a cultivator from the wealthy families of Great Jin, right?” Han Li asked straightforwardly.


    “Fellow Daoist, since you’ve already guessed, why bother asking further?” Feng Yue looked up at the fallen jade pendant and the silver-white key at his chest, and gritted his teeth in response.


    It seemed that he thought Han Li had only just guessed his identity after seeing those two items.


    Han Li’s lips twitched slightly, then he remained indifferent.


    “Ning from Feng Family?


    Is that Ning from the influential Feng Family?” (To be continued, for the follow-up, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)