Originally, Han Li had no intention of preparing the latter two medicines unrelated to his training. However, after careful consideration, he felt that, no matter what, he was somewhat involved in the martial world. Who knew if he might one day face unforeseen disasters or become entangled in the conflicts and killings of the jianghu? It would be better to prepare some antidotes and healing medicines in advance. If he were to be poisoned or injured and die due to a lack of good medicine, wouldn’t that be a great injustice!
With this in mind, Han Li still prepared a small amount of the latter two medicines to carry with him as a precaution. After all, everyone only has one life, and Han Li had no intention of dying young.
Although doing so would reduce the quantity of the other two spiritual medicines, slowing down his progress in cultivating the chant, this was an unavoidable compromise. After all, the world rarely offers perfect outcomes, and sometimes one must make trade-offs.
On the day he completed the preparation of the elixirs, Han Li immediately followed the instructions on the prescription and took one “Yellow Dragon Pill” and one “Golden Marrow Pill.” These two medicines truly lived up to their legendary status as divine drugs. With their astonishingly potent effects, he effortlessly broke through his bottleneck that very night and achieved the fourth layer of the chant.
Upon reaching the fourth layer, Han Li instantly experienced sensations entirely different from before. His five senses were suddenly elevated to an unimaginable level. Everything before his eyes became strikingly bright and clear, with previously imperceptible details now magnified and vividly visible. Even the finest spiderwebs in the corners of the room were discernible. His hearing also became extraordinarily sharp, as countless sounds—both familiar and unfamiliar—flooded into his ears. For instance, the rustling of an earthworm digging dozens of feet away or the buzzing of an unknown insect flying past the front of the house sounded as if they were right beside him, incredibly vivid and distinct. Additionally, strange, sudden odors made him realize his sense of smell had also undergone a dramatic change.
Han Li was both astonished and delighted. For the first time since he began cultivating this chant, he felt that his efforts had not been in vain. These extraordinary sensations proved that the chant was not without merit but possessed its own unique qualities.
Although the previous layers had also enhanced his five senses to some extent, none had brought about such a pronounced and monumental change as the fourth layer. This was a qualitative leap, as if he had become an entirely new person.
Moreover, he felt his body had become much lighter and more agile, and his mental stamina had significantly improved. Now, he could likely go three to five days without sleep without any major issues.
Han Li savored the completely new sensations within his body. Without moving an inch, he could perceive everything happening within a radius of dozens of feet. This feeling of being in control of everything fascinated and captivated him.
Only now did he understand that reaching the fourth layer of the chant marked true, albeit modest, mastery.
He couldn’t help but wonder: if the fourth layer offered such unforgettable experiences, what wondrous sensations would the fifth and sixth layers bring?
Not long after Han Li began to grasp the profundity of the cultivation technique he was practicing, his nominal master, Doctor Mo, returned to the valley. And he did not return alone—he brought with him a mysterious figure.
As soon as Doctor Mo entered the Valley of the Godly Hand, Han Li, who was meditating and cultivating in the stone chamber in hopes of advancing further, heard the familiar cough from afar. Detecting Doctor Mo’s presence, he quickly circulated his energy, concluded his practice, and left the stone chamber to greet his master, whom he had not seen for nearly a year. He met Doctor Mo not far from the valley entrance.
At the sight of Doctor Mo, Han Li was taken aback. Though it was the same person, his face now appeared pallid and lifeless. Previously, Doctor Mo had looked sallow and sickly, but now his condition seemed critically worse, as if he were on the verge of death.
Even more surprising to Han Li was the figure behind Doctor Mo—a mysterious person clad entirely in a loose green robe, with a black hood covering their head, leaving not an inch of skin exposed. This individual was exceptionally tall and burly, towering over Han Li by two heads, with a build reminiscent of a mighty deity. However, due to the hood, Han Li could not clearly see the person’s face, though he had a vague sense that their appearance must be fearsome and exceptionally ugly.
Suppressing the questions in his mind, Han Li stepped forward to pay his respects to Doctor Mo, then stood respectfully to the side, awaiting his master’s inquiries.
He knew all too well that Doctor Mo did not particularly care whether his disciple was courteous or respectful. However, as a disciple, it was essential to observe the proper etiquette to avoid giving the impression of arrogance or defiance, which would only put him at a greater disadvantage.
Based on Han Li’s understanding of Doctor Mo, especially given his usual keen interest in the progress of the chant, he expected that after such a long absence, Doctor Mo would first inquire about his cultivation progress to assess how far he had advanced.
Sure enough, upon seeing Han Li proactively coming out of the valley to greet him, Doctor Mo was momentarily taken aback. After coughing twice, he asked weakly, “How is your chant practice? Have you made any progress?” His face then revealed a mix of anxiety and anticipation.
Han Li, having already prepared himself mentally, delivered his rehearsed response.
“It’s much the same as before, without any significant changes,” Han Li said, not intending to reveal the truth about his cultivation. He could not explain how his progress had miraculously accelerated without external aid, jumping from the early third layer to the fourth layer.
“Give me your hand,” Doctor Mo said, his expression darkening and his tone turning stern.
Noticing this shift, Han Li felt a slight unease, his heart sinking.
However, he was not afraid of Doctor Mo taking his pulse to examine the state of his internal energy. After reaching the fourth layer, Han Li had unexpectedly discovered that he could freely control the intensity of the peculiar energy within him. He could easily suppress it to the level of the third layer, deceiving Doctor Mo without fear of being exposed.
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