?Chapter 977: Volume 6, Spiritual Treasures of Heavenly Skill, Chapter 974, Eccentric Chapter 977: Volume 6, Spiritual Treasures of Heavenly Skill, Chapter 974, Eccentric Hearing his junior martial sister say so, the elder with the surname Fu hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement,


    “Since the Nether River Page has no effect on you, I will not insist any further.


    However, I must leave a mark on you.


    As long as you do not leave the Southern Border, this mark will disappear on its own in six months.


    Fellow Daoist Han, you don’t mind me doing this, do you?”


    “I do not mind, as my whereabouts are no secret.


    Please proceed with your spell,” Han Li agreed with a smile, without a second thought.


    Upon hearing this, the elder did not stand on ceremony.


    With a single hand forming an incantation, he chanted several spell incantations and released a streak of blue light.


    Han Li watched closely, and seeing that the spell was indeed only a common mark, he raised his arm and allowed the blue light to enter his body without a trace.


    The elder with the surname Fu showed a satisfied expression, stored the Nether River Page, and then instructed everyone,


    “I have said all I need to.


    Since Fellow Daoist Bai requires three more days to consider, my junior martial sister and I will wait here on this mountain for three more days.


    Fellow Daoist Yuan and Fellow Daoist Han can leave first to prepare.


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    The entrance to the Yin Yang Cave is located in the Valley of a Thousand Poisons – although the poisonous flowers and plants there pose no great threat to us, I still hope that Lady Yuan will bring a few artifacts to ward off poisons.


    It’s best not to expend too much mana before entering the Yin Yang Cave.”


    “Defend against poisons?


    Hehe, for us from the Poison Holy Gate, that’s a trivial matter.


    Leave it to me.


    I’ll take my leave now,” the large man said with a hearty laugh.


    Afterward, he gave everyone a fist salute, slapped his spirit beast pouch releasing a huge Spirit Turtle, and then wrapped in a hazy grey wind, he stepped on the creature and flew away into the sky.


    Seeing this, Han Li did not intend to stay any longer and made his parting words known.


    Transforming into a streak of azure light, he shot up into the sky!


    Half a year was perhaps a bit tight for him, but it should be just enough time to refine the Three Flame Fan.


    As for artifacts to deal with blood ghosts, he had the Devilbane Lightning and the Weeping Soul Beast in hand; there was no need for special preparations.


    His hurry to refine the fan was a matter of precaution, just in case of any unexpected dangers below.


    With the fan and the Humanoid Puppet in hand, he could rest easy without worry.


    With this in mind, Han Li steered his flying light, heading towards Silver Snake Mountain in the central part of the Southern Border.


    Ten days later, Han Li appeared above a peculiar mountain range.


    The mountain range was not small, stretching three to four hundred miles, thin and sinuous like a giant snake.


    But the trees that grew there had leaves of a faint silvery color, befitting the name of Silver Snake Mountain.


    Han Li did not linger elsewhere, flying directly toward the “head” of the “silver snake.”


    Before he got close, Han Li felt gusts of hot air with a pungent sulfur smell blowing towards him.


    Shortly afterward, several bare volcanic peaks came into view, each conical and exceedingly ugly.


    Alarmingly, these volcanoes emitted deep rumbles from time to time, some even spewing out plumes of ash, looking quite terrifying.


    Despite this, there were colorful streaks of light flickering around these volcanoes, and quite a few cultivators were seen entering and exiting the peaks.


    Numerous cultivators had gathered around these volcanoes.


    Most of these cultivators were at the Foundation Establishment stage, and there were also some at the Core Formation Stage, but only a handful.


    This was not unusual, as normally, once cultivators reached the Core Formation Stage and acquired their personal Dan fire, they would focus on refining their artifacts and had no need to come here.


    As for Nascent Soul cultivators, none were seen.


    Han Li halted his streak of light high in the sky and took a few glances below.


    Suddenly, with a flicker of blue light in his pupils, the fire veins in the area were all clearly revealed in his Divine Sense.


    Moments later, Han Li identified the place with the strongest fire essence and, with a sudden thought, his streak of light sped towards a spot between two volcanoes.


    When he was about a hundred feet above the ground, the fight came to an abrupt stop.


    Han Li shook his sleeve, and seven or eight small golden swords shot out, circling in front of him, then he formed a hand sign and let out a low shout.


    The flying swords emitted clear tones and transformed into several zhang-long beams of golden light, harshly slashing towards the ground.


    Immediately, there was an explosive rumbling from below, and the place struck by the swords’ light was dazzling golden.


    When Han Li’s expression shifted, the swords’ lights spun and flew back to him.


    As the light at the original spot receded, a large fissure, over twenty zhang wide and of unknown depth, was revealed.


    The nearby cultivators refining artifacts were naturally disturbed by Han Li’s grand action, and some couldn’t help but fly towards Han Li’s direction.


    Han Li’s face sank at once when he sensed the actions of these cultivators, and he suddenly released the powerful aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.


    An astonishing spiritual pressure shot up into the sky, sweeping outwards from Han Li at the center.


    Cultivators within dozens of miles were startled by Han Li’s aura, and those who had originally wanted to see what was happening hurriedly turned around to leave.


    Those closer hurried away from their Artifact Refining spots and scattered in all directions.


    They were all afraid of inadvertently angering this senior and thus bringing unwarranted disaster upon themselves.


    Seeing that the nearby cultivators all tactfully avoided the area, Han Li felt greatly satisfied.


    He immediately descended into the gap below, his streak of light flashing once before disappearing into the crevice.


    But not long after, all the cultivators that came to Silver Snake Mountain for Artifact Refining learned that there was a Nascent Soul expert in this area, and everyone cautiously tried their best to steer clear of it.


    Thus, the ten-mile radius with the crevice at the center became a forbidden area of sorts, with no one daring to set foot within.


    Day by day passed, and initially, the crevice was silent, but a month later, it would occasionally rumble with thunderous sounds.


    Another month passed, and the sound of thunder became sparse, replaced by a series of clear, melodious chimes, as if a phoenix was singing high in the heavens.


    Afterward, this sound too gradually subsided, and thereafter there was a hush.


    While Han Li was busy refining treasures, far away in the Imperial Palace of Jinjing, inside a side hall, more than a dozen differently dressed male and female cultivators had gathered.


    Among them were nuns, Taoists, monks, and scholars; astonishingly, these people were all cultivators above the Nascent Soul Stage.


    Among them, a square-faced cultivator in an embroidered gown and an old woman holding a golden cane were mid Nascent Soul stage cultivators.


    And the elderly man with the black hat was notably among them.


    All these people sat quietly in the hall, silent and speechless, with a few looking somewhat anxiously toward the outside of the hall’s door, as if they were all waiting for someone.


    “Eleventh brother, you didn’t recognize the wrong person, did you?


    It truly is him?


    But three hundred years ago, I witnessed Seventh Uncle’s death with my own eyes,” the square-faced cultivator suddenly asked a white-haired Taoist sitting opposite him, a trace of concern on his face.


    “Seventh Uncle’s appearance is so unique; how could I mistake someone else for him?


    Besides, even if the person were fake, Seventh Uncle’s Ice Moon Blade Spiritual Treasure couldn’t be wrong,” replied the old Taoist with a wry smile.


    “No need to be nervous, second brother.


    Whether it’s true or not, won’t we know in a moment?


    With so many of us here, are we afraid we all saw wrongly?


    If it is truly Seventh Uncle, then it’s a blessing for our Ye Clan.


    Even if it’s fake, even if he is a late-Nascent Soul cultivator, he won’t take another step out of this hall,” another mid Nascent Soul stage old woman said with a sinister tone.


    “That may be true, but it’s always good to be careful,” the square-faced cultivator seemed persuaded, sighed, and then said no more.


    After a full hour had passed, and as a few faint bell chimes came from afar, suddenly a figure flickered at the doorway, and a lean, tall person appeared there unnoticed.


    Then, with a light step forward, the figure mysteriously appeared in the middle of the great hall.


    His appearance was immediately before everyone’s eyes.


    His eyebrows were light yellow, his eyes were narrow, but his head was unusually large, nearly half larger than a normal person’s, wobbling on his neck as if it were about to break off at any moment, which was extremely eerie.


    However, upon seeing this terrifying figure, all the cultivators in the hall were so shocked they stood up.


    “Are you truly Seventh Uncle?” the square-faced cultivator took a deep breath and cautiously asked.


    “Hehe, second brother, after several hundred years, you don’t even recognize me anymore.


    But that’s understandable.


    Having been dead and now resurrected, naturally, you all have some doubts.


    However, I have third brother’s voice transmission on this green jade slip, which will clarify everything,” the eccentric laughed heartily and threw a green jade slip over.


    The square-faced cultivator looked astonished, but still caught the jade slip and immersed his Divine Sense within.


    After only a moment, the square-faced cultivator’s expression changed dramatically several times.


    When he withdrew his Divine Sense, he immediately bowed deeply to the eccentric with great joy,


    “So it turns out that the death of Seventh Uncle back then was a brilliant arrangement by the previous Great Elders.


    I was rude just now, and I hope Seventh Uncle can forgive me.”


    “You acting with such caution is something I’m happy about, not something for which I’d blame you,” the eccentric dismissed it with a wave of his hand, unconcerned.


    The rest of the cultivators also checked the green jade slip and soon, the cultivators in the hall were all excitedly stepping forward to greet him.


    “It’s really Seventh Uncle.”


    “Greetings to Third Great Uncle!”


    Greetings kept coming one after another!


    “Ha-ha, please dispense with the formalities,” said the eccentric, pleased as anything, and seated himself unceremoniously at the head of the hall.


    “Third brother mentioned in the jade slip that Seventh Uncle advanced to the late Nascent Soul Stage two hundred years ago; is that the truth?” the old woman asked respectfully.


    “Indeed, back then, when the large sects covertly moved against me, it was because they sensed I had a good chance of advancing to the later stage.


    Thus, they went so far as to set up traps covertly to kill me.


    I managed to escape that calamity as arranged by the clan, and fortunately, I did not let everyone down and succeeded in advancing.


    According to the plans of the previous generation of Great Elders of our clan, I wasn’t supposed to appear until the Ye Clan faced a life-or-death crisis.


    But the only person who knew of my existence, third brother, suddenly came to seek me out not long ago, told me of your plans, and requested, in the name of the current Great Elders of the clan, that I help you out.


    After pondering, I felt the matter was indeed about the life and death of our Ye Clan, so I set out to lend you all a helping hand,” the eccentric said seriously.


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