623: Chapter 623 Powerful Physical Body

[After taking a sip of spirit tea, you continue to look at the scene of the Void Refinement Stage.]

[The Void Refinement Stage is different from the other two stages.]

[Because the territory is so vast, stretching hundreds of millions of miles, and there are only over ten thousand people, it is not like the Nascent Soul stage where fighting is happening everywhere.]

[Moreover, almost everyone participating in the Void Refinement Stage belongs to the five top factions and first-rate factions; those from second and third-rate factions and Loose Cultivators add up to less than one hundred.]

[Therefore, the Void Refinement Stage is relatively calm.]

[In the scene, your gaze locks onto one of the men, who is wandering aimlessly above a mountain range, as if he is lost.]

[This man looks seven or eight parts similar to you.]

[He is naturally the form taken by Qin Han.]

["This damned place is completely desolate, where can I find something to eat?" Qin Han licked his lips and looked around.]

[Suddenly, he stopped, hovering in mid-air, his gaze fixed firmly ahead.]

[A moment later, a figure emerged from the clouds and mist, hovering opposite him.]

[The other party was a hunchbacked old man wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, his figure stooped. Squatting on his shoulder was a palm-sized three-legged golden toad; the golden toad puffed out its cheeks, its eyeballs rolling around like two golden glass beads.]

[This person is none other than Immortal Wanling.]

["Little friend, all alone?" Immortal Wanling spoke, his voice hoarse.]

[He squinted at Qin Han, his gaze sweeping over his face, a faint, barely perceptible smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.]

[Qin Han looked at the three-legged golden toad on his shoulder, swallowed, and then nodded: "Are you two people?"]

[Immortal Wanling was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the three-legged golden toad on his shoulder, then looked back up at Qin Han, the corners of his mouth twitching: "Little friend, this is this old man's spirit pet."]

["Oh." Qin Han nodded, his gaze still fixed on the golden toad, swallowing again, "Then is it... delicious?"]

[Immortal Wanling's expression darkened.]

[The three-legged golden toad puffed out its cheeks and let out a "coo" at Qin Han, a glimmer of golden light emerging from its eyes—that light was like a needle tip, thin and sharp, piercing straight toward the center of Qin Han's eyebrows.]

[Qin Han blinked, and the golden light landed on his forehead, disappearing without a trace, like a water droplet falling into a desert.]

[The golden toad's cheeks puffed out even more, and its eyeballs bulged wide.]

[Immortal Wanling frowned slightly, re-evaluating the young man in front of him.]

[Experience and keen eyesight told him that the aura on this person was extremely strange—clearly it was only a Void Refining aura, yet it gave him an indescribable sense of danger.]

["Is little friend a Loose Cultivator?" Immortal Wanling asked tentatively.]

["Yes." Qin Han nodded.]

["Which faction?"]

["No faction."]

["No faction?" Immortal Wanling narrowed his eyes, his gaze wandering over Qin Han's face, "A Void Refining Loose Cultivator who can make it this far is rare."]

[Qin Han didn't respond, his gaze drifting back to the golden toad.]

[Immortal Wanling took a deep breath, suppressing the slight feeling of discomfort in his heart.]

[He had roamed the Immortal Domain for eight thousand years; what strange things had he not seen? This young man before him was, at best, just a Loose Cultivator who had encountered some fortuitous opportunities.]

["Little friend." Immortal Wanling's tone became indifferent, "This old man sees that you are a talent; why not come with me? If you join my sect in the future, you will not lack benefits."]

[Qin Han finally shifted his gaze away from the golden toad, glanced at Immortal Wanling, and asked in a puzzled tone: "Are you not going to make a move? If you don't, I'm going to make a move, okay?"]

[Immortal Wanling's expression darkened completely.]

[He stopped wasting words, his withered palm reaching out from under his straw raincoat, his five fingers slightly spread, a cluster of dim blue spirit light lighting up at his fingertips.]

["Unappreciative." Immortal Wanling snorted coldly and pushed with his palm.]

["Mysterious Underworld Great Hand Seal!"]

[A huge blue palm print was blasted out from his palm, the palm print as solid as reality, the palm lines like mountain ridges, the fingertips like mountain peaks.]

[Wherever the palm print passed, the air was compressed into substance, emitting a harsh explosive sound, and space rippled like crumpled paper, with layers of fine waves appearing.]

[Qin Han stared blankly as the palm print slammed into his body.]

[Boom—!]

[Spirit light exploded, air waves rolled, and a thousand-foot mountain peak below was swept by the aftermath; the top of the mountain seemed to have been shaved off, gravel splashed, and dust filled the sky.]

[Immortal Wanling narrowed his eyes, looking at the place where the spirit light had not yet dissipated.]

[In the smoke and dust, Qin Han stood in place, motionless.]

[Not even the corner of his clothes was wrinkled.]

[Immortal Wanling's pupils shrank sharply.]

[Qin Han looked down at his chest, then looked up at Immortal Wanling, and reached out to pat his clothes.]

["Old man, are you scratching an itch?"]

[Immortal Wanling's expression changed completely.]

[He had lived for eight thousand years, roaming the Immortal Domain for most of his life, and had never seen a Void Refining Cultivator who could take his palm strike head-on without being harmed.]

[Even a Integration Stage Cultivator would not dare to just stand there and let him hit them.]

[The three-legged golden toad on his shoulder moved uneasily, puffing out its cheeks, and a low cooing sound came from its throat, as if warning of something.]

[Immortal Wanling frowned, suddenly thinking of something—could it be that his Spell was restrained?]

[This Secret Realm could only accommodate up to Void Refining cultivation; even if the opponent was strong, he shouldn't be unable to figure out his bottom line.]

[Moreover, among Void Refining Cultivators at the same level, it is extremely, extremely difficult to kill the opponent.]

[This is also why many Void Refining Cultivators dare to participate in the grand competition with their real bodies—if they cannot win, escaping is always easy.]

[He did not hesitate, bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of vital blood onto his palms, brought his palms together, and then pulled them apart—a jet-black long saber condensed and formed between his palms.]

[The saber body was as black as ink, and dim blue runes flowed on the blade, each rune exuding a heart-palpitating aura of death.]

["Netherworld Slash!"]

[The long saber broke through the air, the Saber Qi turning into a hundred-foot-long black mark; wherever it passed, space was torn open into a pitch-black crack, the edges of the crack shimmering with a cold, dim light.]

[The Saber Qi slashed onto Qin Han's body.]

[Clang—!]

[Sparks flew, like a hammer striking an anvil.]

[Qin Han was knocked back half a step, looked down—his clothes had been cut open, revealing a small patch of his fair shoulder.]

[Immortal Wanling's pupils shrank.]

["How is this possible?"]

["Are you not of the Human Race?"]

[He took a deep breath, the spiritual power in his body surging like boiling magma, and he struck repeatedly with both palms, blasting out nine Netherworld Slashes in one breath.]

[Nine streaks of Saber Qi slashed toward Qin Han from different directions, sealing off all his retreat paths.]

[The mountain range stretching for a thousand miles below collapsed under the crushing force of this power; mountain after mountain toppled, gravel tumbled down, and dust shot up into the sky.]

[Cracks crisscrossed in the air like a shattered mirror, the black cracks devouring light and air, and the surrounding thousand miles fell into a vacuum.]

[Even the wind stopped.]

[Qin Han stood in the center of that vacuum, looked at the collapsing mountain range around him, and then looked at the incoming Saber Qi.]

[He sighed.]

["Old man, you're not good enough!"]

[After speaking, he raised his hand, his five fingers spread, aimed at the nine streaks of Saber Qi, and gently clenched them.]

[The nine streaks of Saber Qi were like being gripped by an invisible giant hand, suspended in mid-air, trembling violently, emitting a harsh buzzing sound.]

[Then, like shattered glass, they crumbled inch by inch, turning into dots of light filling the sky.]