“Master…” Han Li was taken aback by the boy's words.

He didn’t recall ever taking such a disciple, but for some reason, the boy’s appearance gave him a sense of familiarity.

“Master, I knew you were blessed and wouldn’t be harmed! I begged two Gentian flowers from True Master, and they’ve already been brewed into medicine. I’ll go get it for you.” The boy wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, quickly stood up, and hurried outside.

Han Li stared blankly as the boy left, subconsciously looking down at his own body.

But this one look shocked him, and an expression of astonishment appeared on his face.

His body was now withered and gaunt, wearing a cyan Daoist robe, and his hands were dry, dark, like two old tree trunks.

“What’s going on? How have I aged so much all of a sudden? And where exactly is this place? Who is that boy?” A series of questions flashed through Han Li’s mind.

Unable to figure it out, he had to give up for the time being.

At the moment, the pain in his body had also lessened a lot. He leaned against the edge of the bed with one hand, barely supporting himself to sit up.

After a moment of thought, Han Li quickly activated his divine sense to investigate the situation inside his body.

After a sweep, his brows furrowed.

First, he was sure that this old body was definitely not his own, but he didn’t know why, he seemed to be possessing this body.

In addition, the internal organs of this body had suffered extremely serious internal injuries, especially since it had also been poisoned with a deadly poison.

If it were Han Li’s previous cultivation level, this injury would naturally be nothing, but the mana in this body was extremely shallow, only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and it was impossible to suppress the internal injuries and poison.

In other words, this body had little vitality left, and it was only a matter of time before it perished.

Han Li smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, flicked his finger, and urged the little remaining mana in his body.

"Chi La" sound!

In the surrounding air, specks of water droplets appeared out of thin air and converged at the void pointed to by his finger, condensing into a water mirror the size of a foot, revealing the figure of an old Taoist with a white beard.

Han Li smiled knowingly, waved his hand to dispel the water mirror, and frowned in thought.

The pain in his head had subsided for the most part, and he had already recalled what had happened earlier.

It seemed that the time law threads he had used, the Mantra Treasure Wheel, and the palm bottle had resonated in some way, and then his divine soul was sucked away by the vortex on the crystal wall, and then he arrived here.

"Could it be trapped in some kind of illusion…" Han Li muttered to himself, and while guessing in his heart, the worry he had been carrying was relieved a bit.

He looked up at his surroundings, and everything in front of him was extremely real, without the slightest trace of illusion.

“Not an illusion, then what exactly is this…”

As Han Li’s thoughts turned, he then checked the extra memory fragments in his mind, trying to sort them out.

Soon, he checked all these memories, and a trace of understanding appeared in his eyes.

These memory fragments were precisely those of this old man with a white beard.

The old Daoist’s name was Ling Yunzi, and the yellow-clothed boy just now was his only disciple, named Li Yuanjiu.

Ling Yunzi was seriously injured because he discovered a spiritual herb. Although he escaped, he was exhausted due to the great loss of vitality, and died not long ago.

But Han Li didn’t know how his divine soul possessed this newly deceased body, causing it to awaken again, and Li Yuanjiu mistakenly thought that his "master" had been resurrected.

"Eh!"

Han Li's expression suddenly froze as he looked towards the front left.

A faint golden wheel appeared in the void there, very blurry, almost invisible. If he hadn’t happened to look up there, he wouldn’t have noticed it for a while.

The faint golden wheel was his Mantra Treasure Wheel, and the three hundred and sixty time Dao patterns on it were flickering gently.

At this moment, more than twenty time Dao patterns had dimmed, and as time passed, with each breath, a time Dao pattern on the treasure wheel dimmed, just like when he used the crystal wall divine ability before.

Han Li’s thoughts turned rapidly, and he seemed to vaguely grasp something, but it was still unclear.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came, and Li Yuanjiu quickly walked in, carefully holding a porcelain bowl in both hands, filled with more than half a bowl of black medicinal liquid, emitting a fragrant medicinal smell.

“Master, please drink this bowl of medicine first.” Li Yuanjiu walked to the bedside and handed over the bowl of medicine.

Han Li glanced at the medicinal liquid, which faintly contained a rather strong spiritual energy fluctuation. For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the medicinal materials used in it were obviously of great value.

“Put it there, I’ll drink it later.” Han Li said to the boy, then slowly stood up.

“Master, you are injured, you should rest well.” Li Yuanjiu was startled and said quickly.

“I know my body better than anyone else, you don’t have to worry.” Han Li waved his hand.

After a while, he had become much more adapted to this body, and there were no problems with his movements.

Han Li moved his body slightly and walked outside.

Li Yuanjiu was stunned there, vaguely feeling that his master’s behavior was a bit strange, but he didn’t dare to say much. After putting down the bowl of medicine, he hurried out.

Han Li walked out of the dilapidated temple and glanced around, discovering that the temple was built on the top of a mountain. After going out, his eyes were filled with continuous mountains, all covered with green vegetation, and the scenery was excellent.

It was just that this mountain range was a bit wild, and the roars of tigers and the cries of monkeys could be heard from time to time, and the spiritual energy of the earth was also very thin.

After Han Li calmed down, he released his divine sense and investigated the surrounding situation.

Although the mana in this body was thin, for some reason, his huge divine sense seemed to have inherited a lot, and soon permeated the surrounding area for thousands of miles.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Within thousands of miles around, there were mountains everywhere, and it was impossible to confirm their location.

“Master, are you okay?” Li Yuanjiu chased out and stood not far behind him.

“Yuanjiu, where is this place?” Han Li asked after a moment of thought.

“Master… Master, this is the Mulan Mountain Range. Haven’t we always been cultivating here? Why are you asking that?” Li Yuanjiu asked in confusion.

“The memories in my mind are a bit chaotic now, it may be caused by the injury.” Han Li raised his eyebrows slightly and said.

“Ah,” the boy’s expression changed upon hearing this.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal. I’ll ask you, which continent is this Mulan Mountain Range on, and which Immortal Territory is it located in?” Han Li continued to ask.

“The Mulan Mountain Range is on the Mulan Continent, which belongs to the Jinyuan Immortal Territory.” Li Yuanjiu said with a relieved expression.

“Jinyuan Immortal Territory…” Han Li’s heart moved. He had never heard of this name, but it must be outside the Northern Cold Immortal Territory.

His divine soul had actually come to such a distant place.

Han Li was shocked and his eyes flickered uncertainly.

He looked up to the upper left. The phantom of the Mantra Treasure Wheel just now had also come outside with him, and at this moment, nearly a hundred time Dao patterns on it had been extinguished.

“Master, you should rest well and heal your injuries. We will take revenge on those thieves in the future!” Li Yuanjiu’s eyes were slightly red as he gritted his teeth and said.

He and the old Daoist Ling Yunzi were originally cultivators of a sect called the Iron Beast Gate in the Mulan Mountain Range. The old Daoist Ling Yunzi was also the son of an elder of the Iron Beast Gate. Unfortunately, his talent was mediocre, and he had not been able to form a core over the years, so he had always been squeezed out in the sect.

Li Yuanjiu was an abandoned baby that the old Daoist Ling Yunzi picked up outside during an outing. He raised him and accepted him as a disciple.

Ling Yunzi knew that his aptitude was not good, so he gave all kinds of cultivation resources to Li Yuanjiu, but unfortunately Yuanjiu's talent was also very ordinary. After many years of cultivation, he was still wandering in the Qi Refining stage.

Although the two were master and disciple, their feelings were no different from those of father and son.

When the elder was there, although the two of them were not welcomed, they were still able to get by. But a few years ago, Ling Yunzi's father fought with a strong enemy and died unexpectedly.

Ling Yunzi and Li Yuanjiu's status in the sect plummeted. All kinds of cultivation resources were taken back, and finally they were even kicked out of the sect.

The two became rogue cultivators and have been living together ever since.

Li Yuanjiu had poor talent, but he cultivated extremely hard. A few days ago, he finally cultivated to the peak of the Qi Refining stage and was about to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

The two masters and disciples went to a dangerous place to find a spiritual herb that would greatly help in breaking through the realm. They searched bitterly for a month or so, and finally found this thing, and went to great lengths to kill the demon beast guarding the spiritual herb.

The old Daoist Ling Yunzi was also seriously injured as a result.

But at this moment, a group of Iron Beast Gate cultivators arrived, led by the son of another elder, who had always opposed the old Daoist Ling Yunzi in everything in the sect.

Those people snatched the spiritual medicine without saying a word.

The old Daoist Ling Yunzi tried to stop them and was seriously injured by them. If he hadn't been carrying a Shadow Evasion Talisman, he would have been killed.

Although the memories of the old Daoist Ling Yunzi remaining in Han Li's mind were not many, he roughly understood the situation of the two, sighed in his heart, and slowly said:

“Our cultivators are like this, the strong live, the weak die. You are not strong enough now, don’t try to fight a losing battle.”

“Yes.” Li Yuanjiu’s expression darkened and he responded with his head lowered.

Han Li glanced at the boy and scanned his body with his divine sense, his expression slightly moved.

This boy was actually the same as him, a four-spiritual root lacking gold, no wonder his cultivation was so slow, but his divine sense was quite strong, which was very similar to himself back then.

Was it a coincidence, or some kind of destiny arrangement?

“Yuanjiu, I haven’t been able to help you much these years, and I’ve made you wander with me. Now that I’m running out of time, I’ll teach you a secret technique now. You should cultivate hard in the future and don’t let down my expectations.” Han Li’s thoughts turned in his mind, and he suddenly said.

“Master, you will be fine. Yuanjiu doesn’t want any secret techniques, I just want you to live well!” Li Yuanjiu was shocked upon hearing this and quickly waved his hands.

“Yuanjiu, we cultivators cultivate the great Dao, which is inherently an act against the heavens. Now my life is coming to an end, it cannot be accommodated and cannot be forced. If you really want to help me in the future when you have achieved cultivation, then listen carefully.” Han Li’s expression darkened and he said sternly.

Li Yuanjiu wanted to say something more upon hearing this.

But Han Li didn’t wait for him to speak, and with a wave of his hand, a ray of light flew out from his hand and disappeared into the boy’s mind in a flash.