?Chapter 936: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 933 Sword’s Cry Chapter 936: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 933 Sword’s Cry “General Zhunan!


    So it turns out that you are one of the Eight Great Generals of the Great Jin, well-known throughout the land.


    I’ve truly been disrespectful,” Han Li said, nodling politely upon hearing the beautiful woman was Miss Cao Mengrong, but his face showed a trace of emotion when he learned the identity of the imposing man standing beside her.


    Although he knew little about the Imperial Court of the Great Jin, he was somewhat familiar with its more famous high-ranking officials.


    The Eight Great Generals virtually represented a significant portion of the military power the Imperial Court could command.


    Each of them commanded an army of over a million fierce soldiers and guarded several frontier fortress cities.


    However, Han Li was aware of the name “Eight Great Generals,” not because he cared much about the affairs of ordinary mortals, but because it was said that among these generals, aside from two or three who were trusted followers of the Imperial Clan, the rest had some connections with the major forces of the realm of immortal cultivators, some were even directly supported by these forces.


    Even the Imperial Clan of Great Jin couldn’t easily move against them.


    Since General Zhunan was not surnamed with the Imperial Clan’s name, he must also be related to some force.


    Hearing Mengrong say, “Sir is also a cultivator.


    I am but an ordinary mortal, how dare I boast in front of sir,” the middle-aged man laughed, bowed his hands towards Han Li, and said in a calm voice.


    Han Li, of course, knew that what the man said was just polite talk.


    Given the man’s status, he might not be able to get in touch with Nascent Soul-level cultivators, but attracting Core Formation experts was not difficult.


    The cultivation realm Han Li had shown to Cao Mengrong was only at the Qi Refinement Stage.


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    For someone to be so courteous to him, a “minor cultivator” like himself, this man was truly no ordinary person.


    However, it made him wonder why, as the leader of a group heading towards Jinjing, there were no high-level cultivators accompanying him.


    This man was indeed quite bold.


    Thinking this, Han Li said modestly, “You flatter me, General Wang.


    Your reputation, even among us Loose Cultivators, has long been heard.”


    “Daoist Han, I heard that you had once guided Sister Cao in her cultivation, and as a result, in just a few short years, she advanced two levels.


    After hearing this, my master kept praising Sister’s good fortune, saying that Daoist Han might be concealing his true cultivation realm.


    Peers at the same stage could not achieve such an incredible feat.


    Now, seeing no spiritual energy on Daoist Han, clearly well versed in the art of concealing his presence, it seems my teacher was not wrong,” Miss Wang said with a meaningful smile, pursing her lips.


    “Is that really so!


    Brother Han, your cultivation is actually…” Cao Mengrong also came back to her senses from the joy of seeing Han Li, scrutinized him again, and sensing no fluctuations of mana, her face inevitably showed a look of astonishment.


    “Unfortunately, I encountered a mishap that day and was seriously injured.


    My cultivation was drastically reduced, but I have only recently recovered somewhat.


    It was not my intention to deceive Daoist Cao,” Han Li replied with a slight smile, exuding calmness, yet he intended not to reveal his true cultivation realm.


    Miss Wang blinked her beautiful eyes, scrutinizing Han Li again, and still unable to sense anything from him, she was inwardly stunned but showed a graceful smile:


    “So it seems, Daoist Han is truly a senior.


    When Sister Mengrong previously interacted with you as an equal, I hope you wouldn’t blame her.”


    “No talk of seniors or juniors.


    I am merely a Loose Cultivator of the Great Jin, and I don’t put much emphasis on such distinctions.


    I was fortunate to have Daoist Cao’s help that day, and we shall simply continue as equals,” Han Li replied, shaking his head dismissively.


    Hearing this, Cao Mengrong’s previously uncertain expression finally returned to normal, and she blushed in tacit agreement to Han Li’s words.


    “So it turns out, Mr.


    Han is truly a powerful senior with strong spiritual powers.


    Although I am but a mortal, I also appreciate associating with Immortal Masters.


    I observe that Mr.


    seems to be heading to Jinjing too, how about we travel together?” the middle-aged man, after waiting for his daughter and Han Li to finish talking, surprisingly extended an invitation straightforwardly.


    “Travel together!


    Very well.


    Then I shall impose on your kindness,” Han Li pondered briefly before promptly accepting.


    He was indeed looking for someone familiar with Jinjing to better understand the situation of the upcoming auction.


    With the prominent status of the man before him, even if he wasn’t a cultivator, he likely knew a great deal of detailed information.


    Thus, following this, Han Li chatted briefly with the two women and learned that in the past few years Cao Mengrong’s father had smoothly progressed from a mere district captain to a martial officer in Jinjing.


    While his rank hadn’t changed much, moving from a local position to Jinjing was undoubtedly a significant promotion.


    However, when Father Cao moved to Jinjing, Cao Mengrong was in the critical phase of her closed-door cultivation and did not accompany him.


    This time when Sister Wang and her father passed by her residence, Cao Mengrong had just completed her seclusion and naturally proceeded to Jinjing with her sister.


    Han Li only briefly mentioned his own experiences over the past few years, stating that he had been secluded in a retreat healing his injuries and had only recently come down from the mountains.


    Of course, there was nothing much to elaborate on.


    Cao Mengrong and the other woman did not further question suspiciously.


    After all, anyone who had seen Han Li emerge from his ice-sealed state would realize the severe depletion of his Qi, a condition that clearly couldn’t be recovered from in just a few years.


    At that moment, a waiter from the teahouse downstairs brought up a pot of fine tea, and after Han Li exchanged a few more words with the two ladies, he leisurely began to taste it.


    After finishing the tea, the middle-aged man finally spoke, and shockingly, he started chatting with Han Li about some ancient texts and damaged books collected in his residence.


    One would never have guessed his true identity as a hardened warrior-he could easily be mistaken for a destitute scholar.


    However, this General Zhunan spoke with constant grace and elegance, always smiling as he talked, exuding an extraordinary demeanor.


    Han Li couldn’t help but be impressed by him, feeling a spontaneous burst of goodwill.


    Adding to this, although he himself wasn’t much interested in poetry or books, in his quest years ago to find Ancient Pill Recipes and secret techniques, he had perused countless ancient volumes and knew many secret tales.


    He casually mentioned a few, eliciting admiration from General Zhunan who eagerly kept asking questions.


    As a result, after just a few exchanges, Han Li and the middle-aged man were thoroughly enjoying their conversation, leaving the two women somewhat neglected.


    Seeing this, Miss Wang turned to Cao Mengrong with a wry smile, feeling somewhat gloomy herself.


    Her father was great in all respects, fond of collecting old books, antiquities, and especially interested in various secret rumors from the barbaric ancient times.


    Now this “Senior Han” seemed to know a lot about these matters, and their conversation hinted at a sense of kinship.


    Cao Mengrong, however, didn’t seem to mind much, quietly sitting to the side and listening to their talk.


    Occasionally, her gaze swept across Han Li’s face before swiftly turning away, seeming a bit evasive.


    Miss Wang, observing this behavior, couldn’t help but smile to herself.


    Through her journey and heart-to-heart conversations with this junior sister Cao, she had implicitly understood that her junior sister harbored feelings for the man before her.


    Whenever she spoke of him, her face would blush, a sign of her unforgotten yearning over the years.


    This made Miss Wang always imagine this “Fellow Daoist Han” as an exceptionally handsome and dashing man which made her choosy junior sister so deeply infatuated.


    However, seeing Han Li in person today, she couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief.


    This Loose Cultivator named Han Li had nothing to do with being handsome or dashing, he was just exceedingly ordinary.


    Moreover, as someone likely in the Core Formation Stage, his lifespan was far greater than her junior sister’s, who seemed almost hopeless in reaching Foundation Establishment, not an ideal match!


    As Miss Wang pondered this, she considered whether she should intervene against this ill-fated romance.


    In her view, even though Han Li’s cultivation might be higher, as the daughter of General Zhunan, she believed it wouldn’t be too difficult to make him back down.


    If necessary, she could ask the two Core Formation experts in their residence to intervene, forcing him to leave obediently.


    “So it turns out, the great upheaval in the world back then was due to unstable tears in space, allowing demons from Otherworld to invade the human world,” Wang said, genuinely intrigued.


    “This is the first time I’ve heard such a theory.


    Even the two Core Formation Immortal Masters at my father’s residence have never mentioned this to Wang before.


    Brother Han, you really know everything!


    You’ve greatly broadened my perspective.


    However, I have another question I’d like to ask.


    There’s a legend about an Immortal Mountain named ‘Kunwu,’ said to be the dwelling place of a True Immortal from the heavensa€|” General Zhunan seemed not yet satisfied and was about to inquire further when suddenly, Han Li emitted a dragon’s cry-like sound from within him.


    Though the sound wasn’t loud, everyone present heard it clearly and stared at Han Li in astonishment.


    Han Li’s expression drastically changed as a flash of green light enveloped him, and the next moment, he vanished from his chair.


    The two women were startled and hurriedly looked around, only to find Han Li mysteriously standing outside the tea pavilion, looking up at the sky with a serious expression.


    “Fellow Daoist Han, what happened?


    Is there a Daoist paper talisman inside you?


    Are you a Core Formation Cultivator?” Miss Wang murmured, her face showing shock.


    Cao Mengrong beside her held a handkerchief tightly in her hands, her complexion pale as she gazed at Han Li silently.


    “It’s nothing.


    I just sensed an old friend passing by overhead at a high speed, too fast to catch up with.


    As for the sound just now, it indeed was my Life Origin Flying Sword acting up.


    I’ve made General Wang and both of you laugh.


    However, this means I can’t continue the journey with you.


    I have urgent matters to attend to; I must take my leave now,” Han Li quickly regained his composure, then turned to the middle-aged man and the two ladies, bowing apologetically.


    Then, without waiting for others to say anything, he stomped his foot and transformed into a green rainbow about ten feet long, shooting up into the sky.


    This scene was witnessed by several merchants who had just come out from another teahouse, causing them to kneel immediately and shout loudly in worship:


    “An Immortal Master, an Immortal Master just soared into the skya€|”


    “From that very spota€|”


    The nearby teahouse erupted into commotion, as everyone clamored out.


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