257: Han Li accepts apprentices

Zhao Fei's figure appeared once again, and he lunged to grab at Zhang Huai's grave.

In an instant, a large patch of earth was lifted into the air, naturally revealing Han Li who had been hiding within.

"Hahaha, Han Li, are you treating us like fools? Do you really think you can lure us away from our base?"

Zhao Fei's figure also appeared, and he laughed wildly at Han Li, his face full of disdain, as if victory were already within his grasp.

From the moment the Puppet self-destructed earlier, he had sensed a faint trace of Qi underground. Although it was fleeting, he had indeed perceived it.

After searching the surrounding area, he could conclude that Han Li had definitely not left.

Therefore, Zhao Fei simply decided to wait here.

Clearly, he had guessed correctly.

Han Li glanced at them. He did not speak, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing an extremely strange smile:

"How do you know for sure? Could it be that you think this is the real me?"

"Explode!"

In an instant, the terrifying sound of an explosion rang out again, and Han Li's figure transformed into a Puppet once more.

Damn it! Another Puppet!

Zhao Fei's expression turned incredibly ugly. He looked into the soil and saw that the corpse of Zhang Huai, which had been buried there, had also transformed into a Puppet.

They were all fake! Even the corpse was a Puppet.

Furthermore, he had fallen into a trap from the very beginning.

Han Li had been hiding nearby all along; he had intentionally used the Puppet underground to stall for time. By now, he was probably long gone, and no one knew where he had fled.

Damn it! "Find him for me!"

Zhao Fei roared angrily, his face gloomy to the extreme, as if shrouded in dark clouds.

He had been thoroughly played. This filled him with boundless rage.

The two of them searched the area again, but after so much time had passed, there was no telling where Han Li had run off to.

Although Han Li's Realm was only at the Middle Stage of the Mortal Immortal, his movement techniques were very swift. Combined with his strange methods and extreme caution, once he was out of sight, finding him again would be difficult.

Zhao Fei couldn't understand it; how had this Han Li learned so many Cultivation Techniques?

Puppet arts, Formations, breath concealment, earth escape...

In the past, Han Li was merely an insignificant ant in Zhao Fei's eyes, but now, it was completely different.

Han Li made him feel a serious threat.

If Han Li were allowed to leave, he wouldn't know what methods the brat might use to retaliate in the future.

Most importantly, the secret to rapidly cultivating Spirit Medicine had not yet been obtained.

Han Li could use that ability to quickly achieve a Breakthrough in his Realm in the future. If he came to seek revenge then, the situation would be dire.

Damn it, damn it! Hmm?

Zhao Fei suddenly stopped in his tracks. He was slightly stunned, looked down, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

What... is this? As soon as he finished speaking, his vision darkened, and his head fell from his neck.

"Borrowing your head for a moment." A calm, indifferent voice rang in his ear, which was the last sentence Zhao Fei heard.

At the same time, very far from where the battle had initially broken out, Han Li left his own scent behind while flying off in another direction.

This was a diversionary tactic intentionally left for Zhao Fei and his companions.

He did this many times along the way to confuse the pursuit route of the two, so it was basically impossible for them to catch up.

But even so, he did not stop; he continued toward his destination.

It wasn't until three hours of continuous movement that Han Li finally stopped.

"Hoo!" He sat under a tree, set up a concealment Formation, and began to pant heavily.

This escape had exhausted nearly ninety percent of the immortal energy in his body. He had to stop to replenish it; otherwise, if he encountered danger, he would likely be unable to defend himself.

Of course, staying on the ground was definitely not safe. Thus, Han Li prepared to circulate his Cultivation Technique and escape underground, where it was much safer to hide his Qi.

Just as he was about to take action, two human heads suddenly dropped to the ground, landing right at his feet.

Han Li's pupils contracted sharply. He stopped everything he was doing and stood rooted to the spot like a statue.

The heads of Zhao Fei and his nephew. Who was it!? Was this someone coming to kill him, or to help him?

Han Li couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. I just sell some low-level Medicinal Pills; how did I manage to provoke such a powerful expert?

Whoever could kill Zhao Fei must be at least at the Perfection of the Earth Immortal, or perhaps even the Heavenly Immortal Realm. With ninety percent of his immortal energy exhausted, his combat power was greatly reduced, and he had absolutely no power to resist.

Therefore, the best course of action was to leave it to fate. But he truly didn't understand; were the Medicinal Pills he sold to Mortal Immortals really that tempting?

Attracting Zhao Fei was understandable because the other party knew he could cultivate Spirit Medicine, but what about others? Did they all know?

Han Li didn't believe it. This method of rapidly cultivating Spirit Medicine was extremely rare throughout the entire Immortal Realm; Zhao Fei couldn't have let many people know.

Just then, the sound of footsteps rang out. The Void Realm ahead trembled, and a figure slowly walked out from it.

The moment he saw Su Chen, Han Li hurriedly bowed: "Junior pays respects to Senior!"

Tearing through the Void Realm in the Immortal Realm was not simple; without the strength of a Heavenly Immortal, it was impossible to do.

Su Chen did not speak either. He observed Han Li with interest; he had been paying attention to this brat for several days.

His Heart-Nature was good, very steady, and he wasn't a person with a twisted mind. As long as others didn't provoke him, he almost never went looking for trouble.

Toward those weaker than him, his personality was relatively gentle, without the indifference toward others as if they were ants, which was common among other Cultivators.

Su Chen could understand his mindset; he didn't interfere, nor did he destroy.

"Han Li, right?" Su Chen smiled faintly.

Han Li's expression was serious. It really was for him. It seemed that the little green bottle could not be kept today.

The only mysterious thing on him was the little green bottle; nothing else could possibly attract a Heavenly Immortal Cultivator.

"That is me. I wonder why Senior has come specifically to find me? Is there something you need?"

While saying this, Han Li cautiously observed Su Chen's expression. Seeing that the other party was also looking at him, he hurriedly lowered his head.

Su Chen then slowly spoke: "I am the Sect Head of the Lingxiao Sect. I intend to take you as a Disciple. I wonder if you are willing?"

"As for these two, consider them a meeting gift." He couldn't be bothered with small talk, so he stated his purpose directly.

Taking a Disciple? Han Li's heart jolted. He hadn't expected that Su Chen wasn't here to kill him.

But his Aptitude was mediocre; how could the other party take a fancy to him?

His instinctive caution made him think that Su Chen must have another motive, and it was very likely for the little green bottle.

Su Chen knew of Han Li's caution, so he spoke directly: "Rest assured, I am not here for that little green bottle of yours; that thing holds no attraction for me."

He had too many treasures on him. Although the little green bottle was somewhat extraordinary and of a high grade, it was ultimately damaged. By the time it was repaired, his own sign-in rewards would probably be just as good.

Han Li was shocked. The other party truly knew about his little green bottle, yet he seemed uninterested in it.

However, there was one thing he could guarantee: the person before him was absolutely incredibly powerful.

Because the little green bottle was almost indistinguishable from an ordinary object; to see its extraordinariness, someone of ordinary strength could absolutely not do so.

But why did he want to take him as a Disciple? Han Li felt extremely grave. He knew clearly how poor his Aptitude was; no one would fancy him.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Li knelt directly before Su Chen: "Disciple pays respects to Revered Master!"

Regarding Su Chen, he naturally had no friendship with him, but now he had no room to choose.

If he refused the other party, he might anger him; the consequences of defying a powerful expert were very serious.

If Su Chen really had some scheme against him, at least he would have time to buffer.

Of course, the best scenario was that the other party really wanted to take him as a Disciple, although this probability was very, very low—in Han Li's mind, it was almost completely impossible.