Bachelor [EN]: Chapter 659

Several hours passed, and night had fallen. Han Li transformed into a streak of light, surveying his surroundings before flying directly towards the island. At the same time, he used a secret technique to dim his azure light, allowing him to evade the eyes of ordinary cultivators in the dark.

After an hour, he reached the island. Having already learned the location of the Reversing Star Alliance cultivators through Myohak’s Nascent Soul [a cultivator’s core of power], he entered the island silently. He then flew straight towards one of the massive mountain peaks.

Along the way, there were many hidden restrictions and a considerable number of patrolling cultivators. The closer he got to the mountain peak, the tighter the security became. Of course, he paid no mind to the restrictions or the low-level cultivators, passing through unnoticed.

The azure streak of light flew undetected, arriving at the most crucial peak in the Reversing Star Alliance’s territory.

He didn’t advance further, instead examining the mountain peak while lost in thought, his pupils flickering with a blue light. Then, a faint blue protective barrier surrounding the area came into view.

The surface was smooth like a mirror, and it seemed to be a powerful restriction formed by a rare type of massive formation.

Han Li narrowed his brows. Such a powerful formation couldn’t be broken easily. He retracted the blue light from his eyes and flipped his hand, taking out something of three colors.

It was the Three-Flame Fan.

This would alert the cultivators guarding the restriction, but if necessary, he could just kill the guards. Given a little time, killing the Extreme Yin Patriarch and leaving the island wouldn’t be difficult.

Han Li made up his mind and was about to wave the feather fan.

‘……?’

But at that moment, he sensed something and withdrew the magic power from the Three-Flame Fan. He retrieved the fan and disappeared from his spot. Then, several lights flickered in the distance and flew towards the mountain peak in a commotion.

After a short while, the lights faded, and three figures appeared.

The white-haired cultivator with disheveled hair looked young but possessed a mid-Nascent Soul cultivation. Behind him were two figures who resembled the white-haired cultivator, with bloodless, pale faces and thin white robes, creating a strange feeling.

The white-haired man seemed familiar with the restriction here, stopping in front of the blue barrier and shooting a red sound transmission talisman inside.

Soon after, the blue barrier flickered and split open, and after they entered, it quickly returned to normal.

Unnoticed, a blue shadow closely followed them, and even the mid-Nascent Soul white-haired cultivator didn’t notice. Inside the blue barrier, several cultivators were there to greet them.

‘Senior Bi has arrived. Elder Tang has urgent matters, so please rest at the Guest Pavilion tonight. You can meet the other seniors at the Cloud Smoke Hall tomorrow,’

Jang Han of the Core Formation stage said respectfully.

‘What nonsense is this? You told me to rush here immediately, and now you say we’ll meet tomorrow? Is Elder Tang playing with me?’

The white-haired cultivator immediately showed his displeasure.

‘Absolutely not. Elder Tang had an unexpected matter arise, and he has no intention of neglecting Senior Bi.’

‘It’s something I can settle with that old man Tang tomorrow. So, how many cultivators have arrived? Tomorrow is the last day we agreed to meet.’

‘All the seniors have arrived except for Senior Myohak of Thunderclap Island and Senior Huang of Sky Mang Island.’

Now relieved, Jang Han answered truthfully.

‘That Myohak fellow became timid like a rat after losing his body once. He certainly wouldn’t move alone, and he must be delayed because he’s coming with Huang Kun.’

Jang Han pretended not to hear his words. Seeing this, the white-haired cultivator sneered and instructed the pale man behind him.

The bloodless man’s eyes turned bloodshot, and with a strange movement, his upper body stretched out like a snake, biting the neck of a Foundation Establishment cultivator who was standing still and began to suck his blood.

‘Heeuk!’

The surrounding Foundation Establishment cultivators were shocked and retreated, some even releasing their magic tools to protect themselves in their panic.

‘There’s no need to make a fuss. It’s just the time for my demonic corpse to absorb blood.’

The white-haired man glared, and the cultivators who came to greet him had no choice but to withdraw their magic tools.

Only then did the white-haired cultivator’s face relax. He took out a large pill that reeked of blood and threw it to the other man. The man blankly opened his mouth, swallowed the blood-red pill, and remained still.

Crunch, crunch!

Meanwhile, the man who was sucking blood still didn’t stop. The giant, who was originally seven feet tall, made strange noises as his blood was sucked, and his physique rapidly shrank, his skin becoming dry and like tree bark.

The white-haired cultivator watched with cold eyes, and only after the man whose neck was bitten had shrunk like a dwarf did he send a blood-red magic seal to the man who was sucking blood. At the same time, the man shuddered, withdrew his teeth, and returned to his original form.

The red light left the white-haired man’s hand and touched the body of the giant who had turned into a dwarf.

Crack.

Foundation Establishment Jang Han instantly disappeared like dust in the blood-red flames, not even his soul surviving.

‘Now, guide me to the Guest Pavilion.’

The white-haired cultivator ordered the Core Formation cultivator as if nothing had happened.

‘Yes… Senior, please follow me!’

Core Formation Jang Han’s expression changed rapidly before he quickly put on a smile and answered.

As the white-haired cultivator and the two demonic corpses flew towards the mountain peak, the remaining cultivators guarding the restriction breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been saved.

And Han Li was watching this scene from hundreds of feet above.

‘Yin Fiend Blood Corpse! I never imagined that such a demonic corpse could be refined in the human realm! Aren’t they afraid of dying from the Yin Fiend energy invading their bodies?’

Han Li immediately recognized the identity of the demonic corpses the white-haired cultivator was carrying and muttered with his arms crossed.

The Yin Fiend Blood Corpse was one of the types of demonic corpses Han Li had seen in the book called the Corpse Refining Technique, which he had obtained from Old Devil Gan. Although the refining method wasn’t included, he knew well enough that the Yin Fiend Blood Corpse was powerful and that the refining process was vicious.

To refine a Yin Fiend Blood Corpse, one had to use the corpse of their own blood relatives to prevent backlash later. During the refining process, the soul of the corpse’s owner had to be trapped in the demonic corpse forever, preventing them from reincarnating.

Although it was true that cultivators had less attachment to their blood relatives compared to mortals, it was rare for anyone to commit such heinous and cruel acts. Moreover, strangely enough, there were rumors that cultivators who refined Yin Fiend Blood Corpses using their relatives all met tragic ends.

Because of this, some cultivators admired the power of the demonic corpses, but very few knew the refining method. Even a great cultivator like Old Devil Gan, who practiced the Five Emotions Demonic Heart, didn’t know the specific refining technique!

Han Li was surprised to recognize the white-haired cultivator’s Yin Fiend Blood Corpses at a glance, but no matter who the white-haired cultivator was or how vicious he was, it was none of his concern. He immediately circled in the air and flew towards the middle of the mountain peak.

Even after rummaging through Myohak and the old man’s Nascent Souls, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly where the Extreme Yin was staying. He grabbed a Foundation Establishment guard in the mountain and used a Soul-Searching Technique to get the information he wanted.

Han Li turned the guard into ashes and went to the top of the mountain. The summit was very wide, but there weren’t many buildings. Except for a large main hall and a few pavilions, it was empty.

Han Li used his stealth technique and silently approached one of the pavilions. The magnificent five-story pavilion grew wider as it went down, with the first floor occupying an area of several hundred feet.

The pavilion, made from strangely black rocks, emitted a dense gray Yin energy, creating a gloomy atmosphere. Han Li looked at the pavilion surrounded by the dense gray Yin energy and sneered, slicing through the air with one hand.

A blade of solidified purple light cut through the Yin energy, creating a passage for him. Han Li didn’t hesitate and transformed into an azure streak of light, diving inside.

‘Who’s there?’

Just as he was heading towards the main door, a startled voice was heard, and a middle-aged cultivator flew out from the darkness. Since it wasn’t the Extreme Yin, there was no reason to care, so Han Li flicked his sleeve, releasing golden light and disappearing.

The middle-aged cultivator in the darkness hurriedly tried to take out a magic treasure, but the golden light had already flashed above his head. A scream echoed, and the cultivator, who was instantly torn to pieces, died without even having a chance to escape with his Nascent Soul.

Only then did Han Li expressionlessly examine the middle-aged cultivator’s remains. Judging by his cultivation technique, the Core Formation cultivator seemed to be a disciple of the Extreme Yin Patriarch. He flicked his hand, and a bright red fireball flew out, turning the corpse into ashes. Han Li turned his head and looked at the stairs, his eyes gleaming.

‘Have they still not noticed?’

He released his consciousness to scan the upper floors of the pavilion, and after a while, his expression became strange. It was as if the Core Formation cultivator was the only one guarding this vast building, as all the upper floors of the pavilion were empty and no one was there.

‘Could the Extreme Yin have already left the pavilion and gone somewhere else?’

Han Li stroked his chin and suddenly began to scan the underground. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth lifted, and a smile appeared.

He immediately reached for his waist, taking out a red and yellow jade scepter, from which a yellow light flowed out, enveloping him. Then, he disappeared into the ground, and the vast first floor of the pavilion became silent again.

After descending a dozen feet using earth escape, Han Li discovered a gray barrier and a pitch-black wall. Without much hesitation, he brandished a purple flame in one hand and cut through the gray barrier.

Swoosh.

A small crack appeared in the gray barrier, and Han Li twisted his body, transforming into an azure thread and passing through the gap. When his feet touched the ground, he was on a staircase surrounded by black stones.

Han Li calmly looked around and then released his consciousness to scan below the passage.

‘Hmm?’

Unexpectedly, a complex and powerful formation that required a huge amount of spirit stones was installed. It was unusual for even a Nascent Soul cultivator to casually set up such a consciousness-restricting formation in their residence.

He continued to descend the stairs, but the depth exceeded his expectations, and even after passing hundreds of feet, there was no end in sight. But as he went down a little further, a surge of abundant spiritual energy suddenly rushed in.

Greatly surprised, Han Li unconsciously stopped and felt the spiritual energy. The pure spiritual energy was incomparable to even the best spiritual veins [underground channels of spiritual energy].

He inhaled the spiritual energy and flew up a dozen feet in an instant. Then, the spiritual energy disappeared in an instant.

‘There was something after all!’

Han Li placed his hand on the stone wall, and a cold energy flickered from his fingertips, cutting the black stone like tofu. Han Li raised his eyebrows and put strength into his fingers, causing the stone to crumble into powder.

Then, his eyes flickered with a blue light.

‘What is this?’

Silver crystals were sparkling in the blue stone powder, which he could barely see even after activating his Brightsight Spirit Eyes. He didn’t know what kind of mineral it was, but it was definitely preventing the spiritual energy from leaking out.

He didn’t waste any more time and continued down the stone stairs. Judging by the pure spiritual energy, the Extreme Yin was definitely nearby. Indeed, after descending about six feet, his vision became bright white, and he heard someone’s voice.

‘Is there someone else besides the Extreme Yin?’

Han Li narrowed his eyes and found it strange, but even if the Six Paths or Man Samgo were with him, there was no reason to be afraid with his strength. Han Li flicked his hand, and a thick golden lightning bolt shattered the stone door into four pieces.

Then, he entered the stone chamber and saw a thin old man in a black robe staring at him. The dumbfounded old man was the Extreme Yin Patriarch.

The Extreme Yin was torturing a Nascent Soul with a flame full of Yin energy, but he recognized Han Li and showed a look of joy.

‘Han Li!’

He had always had lingering regrets about Xuetian Ding, and now Han Li had appeared before him. The Extreme Yin immediately flicked his sleeve, releasing black energy that transformed into a black serpent and flew towards Han Li.

Han Li sneered and stretched out one hand, and a thick golden lightning bolt traveled down his arm.

KWA-GWANG!

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