?Chapter 973: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 970 Twin Scorpion Mountain Chapter 973: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 970 Twin Scorpion Mountain Half a day later, Han Li collected the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion and rode a streak of light toward the inland direction.


    Because there was no need to be distracted in search of anything, after half a month, he returned to land.


    Han Li did not go to the Heavenly Talisman Sect and immediately sped directly toward the Southern Border.


    On the way, he started and stopped, refining some of the materials for the Three Flame Fan with Nascent flames into Spirit Materials.


    Unfortunately, along the way, he didn’t encounter any thunderstorm weather, and thus was unable to collect the power of thunder and fire, which somewhat vexed him.


    However, he wasn’t in a hurry.


    The Southern Border was a place of dense forests and humid air, where thunderstorms commonly accompanied the rain, so collecting thunder fire was simply a matter of time once he reached the Southern Border.


    Four months later, Han Li finally crossed several prefectures and his streak of light appeared within the Southern Border Prefecture.


    The Southern Border was one of the few places in the world not dominated by the large sects, its resources occupied and partitioned by more than a dozen medium-sized sects.


    Although these sects were constantly embroiled in internal strife, they would promptly unite against any external force that invaded the Southern Border.


    Even the sects from among the righteous and demonic Ten Great Sects could never manage to infiltrate their influence here, and in Great Jin, the region had practically become a state of its own.


    This situation arose because the sects of the Southern Border were very xenophobic and their cultivation methods were unique and significant.


    The cultivation methods of these sects were mostly unusual, venomous techniques rarely seen in the realm of immortal cultivators.


    They did not only specialize in using poison and insect control techniques, which were rare, but their cursing and evil arts were also incredibly sophisticated.


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    When cultivators of the same level fought them, a moment of carelessness could result in an inexplicable poisoning – something utterly defenseless.


    This was also the primary reason why the large sects were reluctant to clash head-on with the sects of the Southern Border.


    Otherwise, if several large sects joined forces and risked significant Qi damage, it wouldn’t be impossible to forcefully seize control of the prefecture.


    Chaoyun Prefecture was located in the western part of the Southern Border, and Twin Scorpion Mountain was a rarely visited mountain range in Chaoyun Prefecture that was shrouded in miasma all year round.


    Unless one had profound cultivation or had taken specific medicinal pills against the miasma, it was otherwise impossible to enter this mountain range.


    This mountain range was quite famous in the Southern Border for its advantageous poisonous environment.


    Not only did it harbor several expensive poisonous plants, but it was also abundant in Iron Tail and Red Line scorpions, making it an excellent source of insect demonic beasts for low-level cultivators practicing insect control techniques.


    When Han Li arrived near the mountain, it was precisely the annual period when the miasma of Twin Scorpion Mountain would erupt massively, attracting many cultivators to gather in the vicinity.


    Only during this period would the two types of poisonous scorpions mainly emerge from their caves to forage, offering an excellent opportunity to capture the poisonous insects.


    However, most of these cultivators were at the Qi Refinement Realm, with only the occasional few at the Foundation Establishment Stage mingled among them.


    Cultivators above the Core Formation Stage showed no interest in these mountains, and it was uncommon for high-level cultivators to venture here.


    The presence of Han Li, a high-level cultivator in the mid Nascent Soul Stage, would naturally cause a great commotion if discovered by other cultivators.


    So, without stopping near the mountain range for a moment, he flew directly into the miasma from the high sky.


    Now, he was enveloped in an azure streak, with a miasma of pink kept effortlessly at bay.


    This miasma was extraordinarily dense, and occasionally, poisonous insects lurked within it-a fatal danger to low-level cultivators but obviously nothing of concern to Han Li.


    After setting his direction, he flew directly toward the center of the mountain range.


    Although the old man surnamed Fu had only mentioned Twin Scorpion Mountain and had not specified an exact location, heading to the main peak of Twin Scorpion Mountain would undoubtedly not be a mistake.


    As he flew overhead, he occasionally encountered other cultivators, whom Han Li simply ignored, sweeping past above them.


    With his speed, these low-level cultivators could not detect even a trace of him.


    But just as Han Li was flying and contemplating the real purpose behind the old man’s surnamed Fu’s invitation,


    Suddenly, a shrill scream came from a distance on one side.


    “It’s the Scorpion King, a Mutant Iron Tail Scorpion.


    Everyone run!” echoed a hoarse and terrified shout of a man, followed by several explosive sounds and a bizarre insect chirp that seemed not too far away.


    Han Li’s expression changed, and he glanced in that direction with a flash of blue in his eyes.


    “Swoosh, swoosh” sounds of cutting through the air came one after the other, and then several male and female figures appeared in the miasma, running towards Han Li as if flying.


    They lightly tapped the ground with their toes, leaping dozens of yards away with the use of the Light Body Skill.


    “Hey!” Han Li, initially with a cold expression, couldn’t help but let out a light gasp when his gaze shifted onto a woman.


    His streak of light paused, and he came to a halt.


    Subsequently, he flicked his robe, and a large swathe of azure mist rolled out from his sleeves, sweeping all the miasma away wherever it passed.


    In the blink of an eye, a clear space of dozens of yards around was created.


    And the figures who had plunged into this space were so shocked that they halted in their tracks.


    Before they had time to react, Han Li reached out with one hand towards the direction behind them.


    A green light hand materialized out of thin air in the miasma and reached down to snatch something black in its grip, then circled around and shot back, hovering in front of Han Li.


    “That turned out to be a giant scorpion spanning about a foot long, its chitinous shell shiny black, with a scorpion tail on its back over half a foot long, the tip faintly glowing with a purple light, seemingly extraordinarily toxic.


    It was the mutant Iron Tail Scorpion that had been chasing these low-level cultivators.


    This scorpion was supposed to be a grade two demonic beast, but it couldn’t move an inch under the restraint of the magical hand, only emitting feeble, strange cries from its mouth.


    The cultivators were stunned by this scene, staring at the misty figure of Han Li in midair, at a loss for what to do.


    “After parting in Jinjing, how did Fellow Daoist Wang come to be here, and is Miss Cao doing well?” The light around Han Li dispersed as he calmly spoke to one of the female cultivators.


    “It’s you, Fellow Daoist Han, no, Han Li!


    Miss Cao is still in Jinjing, she didn’t come out with us.


    We came to the mountain with a few fellow Daoists to find some Spirit Grass.” The woman in a yellow robe, first stunned, immediately showed a face full of joy, as she was none other than Wang Tiangu, the senior sister of Cao Mengrong whom Han Li had met on the outskirts of Jinjing.


    After Han Li had left on his sword with a humming sound that day, she naturally recognized the identity of Han Li as a high-level cultivator.


    Therefore, upon recognizing Han Li now, her attitude could not be as casual as before.


    She promptly performed the courtesy of a junior and appeared very respectful.


    Seeing that the female cultivator surnamed Wang knew the great cultivator in the air, the others relaxed and hurriedly stepped forward to give thanks.


    However, including the woman surnamed Wang, all regarded Han Li as a cultivator at the Core Formation Stage.


    Nascent Soul cultivators were too far out of reach for them, virtually an existence they could not possibly encounter.


    “Since your uncle is General Zhunan, why risk coming here for a few Spirit Grass?” Han Li nodded upon hearing that Cao Mengrong was unharmed, glanced at the giant scorpion, and frowned slightly as he spoke.


    “Although my family is fairly well-off and has saved some Spirit Stones, my talents are average, so why would the family spend much on me?” The woman surnamed Wang turned pale, then forced a smile and spoke.


    “I see.


    Actually, your talent isn’t too bad, and Foundation Establishment is not hopeless for you.


    The fact that you encountered me here again by chance also means we share some karma.


    This poisonous beast is my gift to you.


    I have to hurry on my way; take care of yourselves.” As Han Li spoke, he carelessly pointed a finger towards the magical hand.


    Immediately, with a “pop,” the magical hand disintegrated into tiny azure lights and vanished, and the giant scorpion trembled before stiffly falling in front of the cultivators, motionless as if it were dead.


    “Senior, I…” The woman was overjoyed and wanted to express her gratitude, but Han Li’s entire body flashed with green light and vanished in an instant into the miasma.


    Her words of thanks were abruptly cut off in her mouth.


    The other cultivators who were gazing at the mutant giant scorpion on the ground, each displayed an envious look.


    But since the scorpion was gifted by a high-level cultivator, even if some harbored malicious thoughts, they did not dare to actually act and seize the scorpion.


    They could only watch helplessly as the woman surnamed Wang eagerly slapped several Daoist paper talismans on the poisonous insect and then joyfully stored it in her spirit beast pouch.


    And just then, from the sky, there came a crack of thunder, and the miasma that had covered the sky began to churn restlessly.


    Soon, a fierce wind blew from somewhere and dispersed some of the reddish miasma, faintly revealing dark clouds in the high sky, a sign that a storm was approaching.


    “The timing of this storm is rather good,” Han Li murmured to himself as he glimpsed a dark mountain peak in the distance, looking up with a sigh.


    He then transformed into a streak of azure light and shot towards the peak.


    Several rumbles of thunder erupted, and a deluge poured down from the sky.


    The surrounding miasma was quickly pushed back and down by the heavy rain, retreating to several yards above the ground.


    Other mountains in the distance became visible through the pouring rain.


    Han Li reined in his glow upon reaching a stone cliff on the peak.


    Shielded by his spiritual energy, he remained dry, unaffected by the rain.


    Not far from the stone, however, there was a group of seven or eight cultivators, with two at the Foundation Establishment Stage and the rest at the Qi Refinement Realm.


    These people, with their headscarves and local attire, stared in surprise at Han Li, who had suddenly appeared atop the peak, exchanging glances of bewilderment.


    Han Li swept his gaze over them, and suddenly his body emitted an astonishing spiritual energy.


    With a flick of his sleeves and a cold voice, he commanded,


    “Scram!”


    With a gusty wind, a surge of azure light rolled outwards.


    The cultivators were shocked; some released shields to block the attack, others quickly flew up on their treasures to escape, but after the light flashed, they were all swept up in the azure glow and thrown twenty to thirty yards away, tumbling across the ground in a sorry state, their faces filled with terror.


    At this, they all realized they had encountered a great cultivator with divine power, and they fled down the mountain without a word.


    The two Foundation Establishment cultivators, after sneakily probing Han Li’s cultivation level and finding it blood-drainingly formidable, immediately flew off on their treasures without a moment’s delay.


    Han Li watched as these people turned into tiny dots, finally disappearing from the peak.


    He then withdrew his gaze impassively and looked up at the sky.


    At that moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and silver snakes danced amidst constantly rumbling thunder!


    (To be continued.


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