27: Chapter 27 Han Paopao's Livestream! A Devastating Strike!

Yandu, Drunken Immortals Abode.

Outside the window, the night was deep, but the room was as warm as spring.

Little Nannan had already fallen asleep in Ye Xuan's arms, her long eyelashes trembling slightly and her breathing even and long.

Ye Xuan gently changed his posture to let her sleep more comfortably, then diverted a sliver of his mind to sink into the chat group.

Just now, a notification had popped up on the group interface.

[Group member "Han Li of Seven Mysteries Sect" has started a group livestream.]

Without any hesitation, the group members clicked to enter one after another.

This kind of cross-world "live broadcast" was an extremely novel experience for everyone.

Ye Xuan looked at An Miaoyi beside him and smiled, "The show is starting. Shall we watch together?"

An Miaoyi put down the teacup in her hand and leaned over, her exquisite face filled with curiosity.

The livestream screen slowly unfolded.

Mortal World, God Hand Valley.

It was a dark and windy night; the valley was silent, with only the occasional sound of insects.

The screen was facing a simple small hut. Inside, a dim oil lamp was lit, its flame as small as a bean and flickering unsteadily.

Han Li was sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat.

He wore a grey cloth robe and had an ordinary face, the kind that would be impossible to find once dropped into a crowd.

At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed, seemingly in meditation to Cultivate, but upon closer inspection, one could see his right hand hidden in his sleeve, tightly clutching a Jade Slip.

Veins bulged on the back of that hand.

Clearly, he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

[Lu Xueqi of Qingyun Sect]: "Is this Fellow Daoist Han? He does indeed look very ordinary."

[Old Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain]: "One cannot judge a person by their appearance. This kid's current cultivation is at the Peak of the ninth layer of Qi Refining; in that world, he should be considered an expert. But this appearance of facing a great enemy is quite cautiously endearing."

Ye Xuan looked at the bullet comments, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

This is what you call being steady.

Or rather, this is called the self-cultivation of "Han Paopao."

In the screen, time passed bit by bit.

Suddenly.

"Creak—"

The tightly closed door was pushed open from the outside.

A gust of night wind poured in, blowing the oil lamp until it flickered fitfully.

A tall, gaunt old man walked in.

His face was sallow and his eyes were sinister, but at this moment, he forced out a kind smile.

It was exactly Doctor Mo.

Behind him followed a tall figure wrapped entirely in a black robe, moving stiffly.

Han Li opened his eyes the instant the door sounded.

The tension on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an honest, simple, and even slightly surprised expression.

He quickly stood up, patted the dust off his clothes, and hurried forward to meet him.

"Master Mo, you're back!"

Han Li bowed in greeting, his tone respectful and beyond reproach.

Doctor Mo held his hands behind his back, his gaze scanning Han Li up and down.

That look was like an old farmer inspecting the crops in his field that were about to be harvested.

"Mm."

Doctor Mo stroked his beard and nodded.

"Good disciple, still practicing so late? Although your Aptitude is mediocre, I am very gratified by this diligence."

Saying so, he stretched out a withered hand and placed it on Han Li's pulse.

Han Li did not dodge, letting him investigate.

A moment later, Doctor Mo withdrew his hand, a trace of imperceptible regret flashing in his eyes.

In his perception, the spiritual power fluctuations on Han Li's body were extremely weak, only at the level of the third layer of Qi Refining.

"Has the fourth layer of the Changchun Art still not been broken through?" Doctor Mo thought to himself. "After all, he has a Pseudo-Spiritual Root lacking gold and wood; his Aptitude is truly too poor. But the third layer of Qi Refining, though a bit forced, should be enough when combined with Yu Zitong's secret method."

He sighed and patted Han Li's shoulder.

"Not bad; although progress is slow, the foundation is solid. As it is now, it will have to do."

Hearing this, a perfectly timed look of joy appeared on Han Li's face, as if he had received a great compliment.

"Thank you for the praise, Master Mo! I will certainly redouble my efforts and not fail Master Mo's expectations!"

Watching this scene, Ye Xuan couldn't help but give Han Li a thumbs up in his heart.

This acting; the Oscars owe him a statuette.

Clearly already a great expert at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, he could crush Doctor Mo with a single finger.

Yet now he still had to pretend to be a rookie at the third layer of Qi Refining, playing along with this old man.

In the screen.

Han Li seemed to remember something, his gaze passing over Doctor Mo to stare intently at the figure wrapped in the black robe behind him.

"By the way, Master Mo."

Han Li's voice carried a hint of urgency and concern.

"Where did my good friend Zhang Tie go? I haven't seen him for several days, and I miss him dearly. I wonder if he..."

His gaze was locked tightly onto that Puppet.

That was Zhang Tie.

His childhood playmate who grew up with him.

Now, that tall figure had no vitality, like a walking corpse.

Doctor Mo's eyes flickered for a moment, then he said indifferently, "Oh, you mean Zhang Tie. There was an emergency at his home, and he went back a few days ago. Don't ask any more; focusing on Cultivating the Changchun Art is the Righteous Path."

This lie was too clumsy.

Han Li lowered his head.

Silence.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became somewhat oppressive.

The oil lamp made a soft "pop" sound, sparking a small flame.

When Han Li raised his head again, the honest smile on his face had vanished without a trace.

In its place was a heart-palpitating coldness.

"Master Mo."

Han Li's voice was very soft, yet very cold.

"In fact, Zhang Tie is already dead, isn't he?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

The kind smile on Doctor Mo's face froze instantly.

From his cloudy eyes, two fierce glints suddenly erupted.

"You saw through it?"

Since the mask was off, Doctor Mo didn't bother to pretend anymore.

"Humph! Since you know, then don't blame me for being ruthless! I originally wanted to let you live for a few more hours, but now it seems you can't wait to offer your body to me!"

Before his voice even faded.

Doctor Mo's figure lunged forward.

His hands instantly turned jet black, like two ghost claws, carrying a sharp wind as they aimed straight for Han Li's throat.

This was the Demon Silver Hand, long lost in the Jianghu; anyone hit would die instantly.

However.

Han Li had long been prepared.

He didn't give Doctor Mo any chance to get close, nor did he even bother to cast a defensive Spell.

"Old thief, die!"

Han Li roared, his voice tinged with long-suppressed anger and fear.

He suddenly pulled his right hand out of his sleeve, and that pink Jade Slip shattered instantly in his palm.

"Go!"

Han Li didn't even look at the result, tossing the shattered Jade Slip back towards Doctor Mo.

Immediately following.

With extremely skilled movements, he turned and crashed directly through the window behind him.

"Crash!"

Wood splinters flew.

Han Li was like a startled rabbit, instantly darting seven or eight zhang away, then rolling several times on the ground before finding a low spot to crouch down, clutching his head tightly with both hands.

This series of movements was as smooth as flowing water, so fast it made one's head spin.

Inside the room.

Doctor Mo looked at that speck of pink light flying towards him, a trace of disdain appearing on his face.

"Hidden weapons? Mere child's play!"

He reached out with his ghost claw, wanting to crush the light.

However, the moment his hand touched the light.

Boom!

A terrifying, indescribable aura suddenly erupted.

That was the Divine Power belonging to a powerhouse of the Four Poles Secret Realm.

Although it was only thirty percent of the Divine Power, for this Doctor Mo, who wasn't even a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, this was a Dimensional Strike.

Dazzling divine light instantly filled his entire field of vision.

It wasn't mortal fire, nor lightning, but a pure torrent of Divine Power.