?Chapter 974: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 971 Visitors Chapter 974: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 971 Visitors After the scolding, Han Li felt some of the frustration he had experienced since Monarch Great Development’s passing lift somewhat.


    Now that he was about to cast spells to collect the lightning, he naturally didn’t want other cultivators in the area to be a nuisance.


    After taking a deep breath, he patted his storage pouch and numerous spell flags of different colors appeared in his hand.


    With a single wave, the flags shot out in all directions, quickly disappearing into the ground without a trace.


    Han Li looked up at the lightning flashing across the sky, his mouth twitching slightly.


    Immediately, his body was enveloped in a glow, and he began to float upward, reaching a spot about thirty yards from the ground.


    With his hands forming a strange gesture, a series of low incantations came from Han Li’s mouth.


    Instantly, various colors of light flashed below.


    With several muffled “puchi” sounds, several beams of light rose from the ground, forming gigantic flags as thick as the mouth of a bowl and standing still upon the earth.


    The incantation from Han Li’s mouth continued unabated, and the spell flags below began to release strands of spiritual energy, slowly forming a Spirit Gathering Formation with a diameter of more than ten yards.


    Within the luminescence, various runes in the array began to spin unceasingly, with the entire formation activating.


    And in the very moment the formation materialized, the distant lightning in the high sky, which had appeared far out of reach, suddenly became attracted to something and grew increasingly intense with successive flashes, gradually approaching Han Li’s position.


    Han Li narrowed his eyes and momentarily ceased the incantations.


    With a flip of his palm, a long-necked jade bottle appeared in his hand.


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    This bottle was specially refined for the purpose of collecting heavenly lightning.


    With a gentle toss, the bottle was lifted into midair.


    An azure incantation seal struck the bottle.


    After a few spins, the bottle stabilized with its opening facing upwards, perfectly still.


    Then Han Li rubbed his hands together and thrust them upwards, casting out two thick arcs of golden lightning that struck the bottom of the bottle.


    After a peal of thunder, an eerie scene unfolded.


    The bottle trembled slightly, and the two arcs of golden lightning were absorbed and disappeared without a trace.


    Then, with a low shout from Han Li, he pointed towards the sky.


    With a “puchi,” a streak of golden lightning shot out from the bottle’s mouth, transforming into a spear of electricity several yards long, continuously flickering above the bottle and pointing directly at the oppressive sky.


    And in that instant, a silver lightning bolt flashed violently from the sky, striking precisely upon the golden spear.


    The golden spear trembled just a bit, and the silver bolt smoothly followed the momentum straight down, quickly disappearing into the bottle.


    Thus, one after another, arcs of lightning were continuously attracted by the formation and were effortlessly collected into the bottle by the Devilbane Lightning.


    An hour later, after absorbing another thick arc of lightning, the jade bottle began emitting a thunderous rumbling like a tsunami.


    Hearing this sound, a look of joy appeared on Han Li’s face as he reached toward the emptiness above.


    The golden spear detached on its own, and the bottle fell from the air, being captured in his hand.


    Han Li flicked his sleeve toward the sky, and another bottle of almost identical appearance was lifted into the air, with the golden spear inserted again, continuing the collection of heavenly lightning.


    Only then did he have a chance to carefully examine the bottle in his hand.


    The item trembled ceaselessly amidst the continuous low humming, with dazzling silver light flickering from its opening as if it could erupt at any moment.


    With a loud “snap,” a golden talisman was affixed upon it, silencing the noise within the bottle, its silver light dimming instantly.


    Han Li securely capped the bottle and cautiously placed it into his storage pouch.


    He then continued to gaze up at everything in the sky.


    Half a day later, after collecting four bottles of heavenly lightning, the storm overhead showed no signs of abating, instead turning the surroundings a yellow murky color, seemingly growing more intense.


    Han Li thought to himself, after collecting the lightning in the air into this bottle, he could stop.


    The lightning would be enough to transform into thunderfire for refining spirit materials.


    At that moment, his expression changed, and he sharply turned to gaze toward the horizon.


    In the gloomy far-off sky where light fluctuated, a white rainbow suddenly appeared, rapidly approaching.


    His eyes flashed twice as his expression grew solemn.


    A dazzling light burst from the Spirit Gathering Formation below, with Han Li’s body engulfed in a green light as he floated midair, while above him silver lightning flashed incessantly, one bolt following another converging at one point.


    This spectacle was strikingly eye-catching.


    The owner of the white rainbow had naturally witnessed this entire scene, and after a few flickers, set off directly towards Han Li.


    Moments later, she appeared about thirty yards away from Han Li as her light converged, revealing a petite, beautiful woman in court attire.


    She had a delicate figure, an attractive face with clear and gentle bright eyes, seemingly in the prime of youth.


    Yet what was curious was that her court attire, made of some rare material, not only shimmered brilliantly, but was also surrounded by swirling pale-cold mists, lending her the air of a celestrial being untouched by the mundane world.


    Han Li swept her with his spiritual sense and was slightly startled.


    She was a mid Nascent Soul stage cultivator, no different from himself.


    The woman in palace attire turned her gaze upon Han Li and then broke into a smile,


    “Consort Bai Yaoyi from Beiming Island at your service, Fellow Daoist.


    Are you here by the invitation of Doctor Mo as well?”


    Her voice was pleasing and soft, incredibly charming.


    “Beiming Island, is Fellow Daoist Bai from the Northern Night Little Polar Palace?” Han Li felt a shock in his heart and asked in surprise.


    “The Minor Extreme Palace’s external affairs elder is indeed what I am, although our palace lies in a secluded location, I did not expect Fellow Daoist to be aware of our sect.


    May I enquire the esteemed name of Fellow Daoist?” The woman in palace attire revealed a slight smile.


    “My surname is Han, merely a Loose Cultivator from overseas.


    I indeed came here by the appointment of Fellow Daoist Mo.


    The name of Minor Extreme Palace has been well-known to me for a long time,” Han Li replied, his expression regaining its calm.


    “A cultivator from overseas!


    Do you, Fellow Daoist Han, know the Overseas Three Immortals?


    Do you perhaps share any origins with these three Fellow Daoists?” Bai Yaoyi asked with a gentle smile as her beautiful eyes shifted.


    “I do not know them.


    I seldom interact with other cultivators and have always been in secluded cultivation on the island,” Han Li replied without hesitation.


    “I see, my apologies for the presumption.


    Do you need Consort Yao Yi’s assistance in capturing the heavenly thunder?” she asked.


    “Thank you for your kind offer, Fellow Daoist.


    I’m nearly finished with the collection.


    This is the last bottle,” he replied.


    “Understood, then I will meditate at the peak for a bit,” she said, after hearing Han Li’s words and not insisting further.


    She then turned into a streak of light and spiralled away, heading straight towards another stone cliff at the peak.


    No sooner had she taken shape and landed, she raised her hand and released an umbrella-shaped Spiritual Artifact that flew into the sky.


    The artifact rotated slightly in the air and immediately emitted a vast expanse of white light, shielding the area within a few dozen meters from the wind and rain.


    Only then did she sit down cross-legged and composedly.


    With a flash of cold light in her hand, an item the size of a palm appeared in her grasp.


    Han Li glanced over and immediately recognized the item.


    It was a piece of white jade, crystal clear and icy, shimmering with a cold radiance, markedly different from ordinary jade.


    “Ice jade,” he thought to himself, identifying this rare material almost instantly.


    The Cold Marrow he had chanced upon was produced from millennia-old ice jade.


    The woman in palace attire then placed the ice jade between her hands, closed her eyes, and entered meditation.


    It seemed that Bai Yaoyi’s Cultivation Method wasn’t purely ice-based but also included cold and Yin elements.


    Otherwise, she would not need to draw on the icy power of this jade to cultivate her technique.


    This was similar in principle to Han Li taking the Snow Essence Pill, although the ice jade’s quality, no matter how high, could not compare to the astonishing efficacy of the Snow Essence Pill.


    Han Li kept a neutral expression on the surface, but instinctively, he became more cautious around this woman.


    Considering the Northern Night Minor Extreme Palace would rather fight high-grade demon beasts every few generations than give up the Cold Marrow, it spoke volumes of how much the palace valued this substance.


    If this woman were to learn that the treasure of their palace was on him, needless to say, it would undoubtedly lead to great trouble.


    With these thoughts in mind, Han Li retracted his gaze and stared blankly at the bottle in the air.


    After a while, the fifth bottle was also filled with heavenly lightning.


    Han Li immediately put away the Magic Artifact and slowly descended from the sky, landing in the center of the Spirit Gathering Formation.


    He then cast several incantations, hitting the nearby spell flags, causing the Array’s restrictive formations to change and erecting a faint blue screen of light around him, protecting him within.


    Han Li sat down in the formation as well, closing his eyes to rest his spirit, facing the woman in palace attire from afar.


    In her presence, he certainly wouldn’t process any Spirit Materials.


    As a result, the mountaintop became eerily quiet except for the sounds of thunder and the rain.


    The heavy rain continued for a day and a night before gradually dissipating.


    When the sun re-emerged in the sky, the air immediately heated up, and the miasma slowly rose from the ground, enveloping the mountain range once more.


    The various insects that had returned to their burrows also began to emerge from the ground again.


    Han Li released his spiritual sense leisurely, sensing everything within many miles.


    His spiritual awareness captured every detail-from the life and death struggles of insects to the falling flowers and fruits-clearly mirroring everything in his sea of spiritual awareness.


    Like an old monk entering Samadhi, he didn’t move an inch.


    Occasionally, low-level cultivators stumbled upon the mountain.


    As soon as they saw the astonishing cultivation levels of Han Li and Bai Yaoyi, they didn’t wait for either to say anything.


    Instead, the cultivators’ faces turned pale, and they fled in terror, not daring to linger for a moment.


    Thus, Han Li and the woman in palace attire sat this way for three days and three nights.


    On the morning of the fourth day, finally, a high-level cultivator arrived at the main peak.


    This time, it was a large man with an appearance like a tower, grotesque and shiny dark skin.


    He practiced some unknown Cultivation Method.


    Upon his arrival, he rode a giant azure turtle, carrying a strange wind with him to this place.


    As soon as the large man saw Han Li and Bai Yaoyi, he let out a loud laugh and, without a word, sat down elsewhere on the peak.


    However, he did not intend to rest like the others.


    Instead, he pulled a golden book from his bosom and began to read with great relish.


    This schoolish behavior, so incongruent with his large and ugly appearance, seemed somewhat comical.


    Han Li and Bai Yaoyi, however, seemed to ignore it and sat quietly in their spots.


    But internally, Han Li had begun to frown.


    The large man was also a mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivator.


    It seemed the purpose of Doctor Mo’s invitation was extraordinary indeed, suggesting that even early Nascent Soul cultivators were not qualified to participate.


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