“Eh!”

The white-robed man looked at Han Li's current appearance, his eyes flashing with strange light, and he let out a soft exclamation.

Hearing this, Han Li immediately recovered from the ecstasy of the breakthrough. With a shake of his body, he instantly crossed a distance of more than ten feet and appeared in front of the white-robed man.

Seeing this, the white-robed man's expression did not change. He just stared at Han Li silently.

"Thank you for taking care of me, allowing me to cultivate in the Star Pool for a longer period. I wonder how many more profound points I should pay?" Han Li glanced at the hourglass beside the white-robed man and cupped his fist in greeting.

Although he was in cultivation just now, his perception of the outside world was not interrupted, and he was quite grateful for the white-robed man's actions.

"No need. Fellow Daoist Li only exceeded the time limit by a quarter of an hour. There is no need to pay extra. However, I have a question that I hope you can answer." The white-robed man waved his hand dismissively, then changed the subject and said.

"Fellow Daoist, feel free to ask. Li will answer everything he knows." Han Li was slightly startled, then smiled and said.

"The cultivation art that Fellow Daoist Li practices is extraordinary. I wonder if you can tell me what it is called?" The white-robed man asked, a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes.

"Feather Ascension Art." Han Li pondered for a moment and then said.

He had already mentioned the name of this cultivation art to Gu Qianxun, so there was nothing to hide.

"Feather Ascension Art! Feathered and ascending to immortality, what a wonderful name. Fellow Daoist Li, your cultivation art has greatly improved. You will surely shine in the Black Arena in the future, and the name 'Phantom' will be even more well-deserved." The white-robed man smiled slightly and nodded in praise.

"You flatter me. Life and death in the Black Arena hang by a thread. No one knows what tomorrow will bring. Hard cultivation is only for a few more chances to survive on the field. These empty names are just fleeting clouds and are not worth mentioning." Han Li gave a wry smile and said.

"Although the Black Arena is precarious, it is still a fair fight. The outside world seems free, but how can it be without treacherous hearts? A little carelessness can still lead to death and the loss of all your cultivation." The white-robed man shook his head and said.

"That's true. I was being sentimental. When it comes to cultivation, it is against the heavens anyway. Why bother caring whether it is in the outside world or in this Black Arena?" Han Li laughed.

After chatting with the white-robed man for a few more words, Han Li bid farewell and left.

The white-robed man watched Han Li leave, seemingly muttering something to himself, and quickly sat down cross-legged again.

...

Han Li left the Star Pool and walked down the tunnel along the way he came. He felt that his body was as light as a feather compared to when he came, as if he could float off the ground at any time.

With a movement of his feet, his entire body suddenly flew off the ground, like a catkin suspended in the air, drifting gently, seemingly unaffected by the gravity of the ground.

With a thought in his mind, Han Li stepped on the air with both feet, and with a soft "pop" sound, his entire body shot forward.

At this moment, he was about to crash into the stone wall in front of him in the tunnel. He spun around and stepped on the air again, and his body immediately shot back.

Han Li's childlike innocence arose, as if he had found a novel toy. He stepped on the air continuously with his feet, and his entire body flew in the tunnel, like a nimble swallow.

After playing for a while, he stopped with satisfaction, his face still full of smiles.

The Feather Ascension Art actually allowed him to fly off the ground. This ability is nothing in the outside world, but it is too practical in this Scale Accumulation Void.

With this ability, whether it is fighting or doing other things in the future will be much more convenient.

Han Li composed himself and quickly returned to his residence, about to sit down and rest for a while.

Although he had opened that Mysterious Aperture and his physical cultivation had greatly improved, he had been cultivating for so long that his spiritual power was greatly depleted. At this moment, he was quite tired and just wanted to sleep for three days.

Just as he was about to lie down, his eyes suddenly widened as he looked at the stone table in the room.

On the originally empty table, there was now a letter, and next to the letter was a small red bottle about an inch in size. Through the translucent bottle wall, one could vaguely see some dark red liquid inside.

Han Li's heart tightened, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the door.

He saw nothing unusual about the door. The newly bought Celestial Star Shells were intact, emitting a starlight that enveloped the door, with no signs of damage.

But his expression was not very good.

Someone was able to break through the Celestial Star Shells and sneak into his room without leaving any clues.

Han Li's sleepiness disappeared instantly. He walked to the table and scanned the letter and the small bottle with his spiritual sense for a long time. After finding nothing wrong, he picked up the letter and opened it.

Inside the envelope was a pale purple piece of paper with a line of small words written on it.

Han Li glanced at it, and his expression immediately changed. With a shake of his body, he appeared next to the stone door, listening carefully to the movements outside.

After a while, his expression relaxed, and he turned around and walked back to the stone table, looking at the purple paper again.

It read: "The Lord of Qingyang City covets the True Spirit Bloodline in your body and wants to take it for himself. He intends to make things difficult for you soon. If you do not want to die at his hands, drink the contents of the bottle, and it may save your life."

Han Li looked at the line of words, his face uncertain, and remained silent.

Who sent this letter and the small bottle? Could it be Crab Daoren?

He quickly shook his head. The method used to sneak into his room this time was different from the last time when he secretly gifted the Secret Art of Closing Apertures. It was much more clever and should not have been done by the same person.

Moreover, if it was done by Crab Daoren, he should have left a mark to avoid misunderstanding, considering the importance of the matter.

If it wasn't Crab Daoren, then who was it? And is the content on the paper true or false? Or is someone trying to use these things to disturb his mind? What is the purpose of disturbing his mind?

In an instant, countless questions surged into Han Li's mind, and he could not concentrate for a moment.

He immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly took a deep breath to calm his mind.

Rather than exploring who sneaked in to leave the letter and the small bottle, the most urgent task at this moment was to confirm whether the content on the paper was true.

As soon as he thought of this, the person Chen Yang came to his mind again.

Recalling the process of meeting this person, it seemed that he had indeed revealed a strange expression when he saw the True Spirit Bloodline that he had shown.

However, what use would the Lord of Qingyang City have for the True Spirit Bloodline? Is it just to increase his combat power?

Han Li was silent for a moment, then picked up the small red bottle and examined it carefully.

Inside the bottle was some dark red liquid that looked very much like some kind of blood, but there was no bloody smell at all, and it emitted a strange aura.

Han Li racked his brains but could not identify what it was, so he put away the letter and the small red bottle, turned around, and left the room, quickly arriving at Chen Lin's residence.

But Chen Lin seemed to be not inside. He knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response.

Han Li frowned slightly. After pondering for a while, he turned around and came to the door of Du Long's residence and raised his hand to knock.

"Fellow Daoist Li, is there anything I can do for you?" Du Long opened the door and saw Han Li, a hint of surprise on his face.

"It's nothing major. I just want to ask Fellow Daoist Du Long about something." Han Li said with a normal expression.

Du Long oh-ed and invited Han Li into the room, pouring two cups of tea.

"Fellow Daoist Du Long, I wonder if you know about the True Spirit Bloodline?" Han Li did not drink tea and went straight to the point.

"True Spirit Bloodline? Of course, I know about it. True Spirits are a kind of strange and exotic beast born between heaven and earth. Their strength is far greater than ordinary ferocious beasts. People who possess the True Spirit Bloodline can use some of the abilities of those True Spirits, and each of them has extraordinary potential. It's just a pity that the number of True Spirits in our Holy Region is very small, and there are very few clansmen with the True Spirit Bloodline. However, I heard that there are more in the Immortal Region. Fellow Daoist Li, why are you asking about this?" Du Long was slightly startled, and glanced at Han Li strangely, but still answered.

"It's nothing. I just heard people talk about the True Spirit Bloodline recently and became curious. Unfortunately, Li's knowledge is shallow, so I came to consult Fellow Daoist Du Long." Han Li laughed.

After spending a few years together, he also learned some of Du Long's personality. He was sharp-eyed, stable in his work, and a talented person. The only weakness was that he liked to show off and liked to hear people praise him.

"The True Spirit Bloodline is indeed a rare and precious thing, especially for us body cultivators." A smile appeared on Du Long's face, and he nodded.

"How so?" Han Li asked with a slight frown.

"People with the True Spirit Bloodline generally have a much stronger physical body than ordinary people. After using the True Spirit Bloodline transformation, they can make their physical strength increase exponentially. But these are nothing. The power of the True Spirit Bloodline has another wonderful use that few people know." Du Long said at the end, with a mysterious look on his face.

"Oh, I wonder what the wonderful use is? Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Du Long." Han Li asked without changing his expression, his heart pounding.

"I also heard about this by chance. The power of the True Spirit Bloodline can assist in opening the Mysterious Apertures." Du Long lowered his voice and said.

"Really?" Han Li's heart fluttered when he heard this.

"I also heard it from others and have not seen it with my own eyes. There are too few people with the power of the True Spirit Bloodline in our Holy Region, and it is not enough to have only the power of the bloodline. You must also have corresponding cultivation arts to exert the power of the True Spirit Bloodline." Du Long shrugged and said.

"I see. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Du Long, for clearing up my doubts. I have something to do, so I will take my leave." Han Li's eyes flickered, and he immediately stood up and bid farewell.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked outside without waiting for Du Long to see him off.

Du Long was a little dazed, then shook his head and didn't care.

After Han Li left Du Long's room, he immediately walked towards his residence, his face a little complicated.

He never thought that the power of the True Spirit Bloodline would have such an effect. No wonder he opened the Mysterious Apertures much faster than others.

If the True Spirit Bloodline has such a wonderful effect, it makes perfect sense for the Lord of Qingyang City to plot the power of the bloodline in his body.

It's just that if the Lord of Qingyang City really coveted the True Spirit Bloodline in his body, why didn't he take action to collect it when he captured him, but instead threw him into the Black Arena?