Yu Zitong was very confident in his words; he didn’t believe anyone could resist the temptation of attaining immortality and eternal life.
Back then, Physician Mo had also hated him to the core, yet under the same persuasion, he had obediently cooperated. Yu Zitong believed that if he offered this person just a little more incentive, he would surely comply willingly.
But Yu Zitong was disappointed. After hearing his enticing words, Han Li did not show any excitement. Instead, his expression remained calm, as if those words had not stirred the slightest ripple in his heart.
“I will consider cooperation in the future, but for now, I have another question I hope you can answer,” Han Li said softly, his clear eyes fixed on the glowing sphere.
“After answering this question, will you be willing to cooperate?”
“That depends on whether your answer satisfies me.”
“Fine, ask away!” Yu Zitong readily agreed. It seemed he understood the principle of “when under someone else’s roof, one must bow their head” very well.
Han Li did not speak immediately. Instead, he raised his head and gazed at the ceiling, lost in thought for a moment, as if considering how to phrase his question appropriately.
Yu Zitong was intimidated by his solemn demeanor and couldn’t help but fret inwardly, wondering what troublesome question Han Li would pose.
“I want to know, after I counter-devoured parts of Physician Mo’s and your spiritual sense, what adverse effects will there be? Why does my head feel somewhat swollen and painful, as if there’s much more inside, yet I can’t access it? Could there be something wrong?” Han Li finally voiced the concern that had been weighing on him since he woke up.
Upon hearing that the other party was worried about such a minor issue, Yu Zitong immediately felt relieved, and his tone became much lighter. “Heh! So it’s about this. Brother, you’re overthinking it. There’s no need to worry at all. You should know that the things stuffed into your head will gradually dissipate on their own within a year or two. You don’t need to trouble yourself with it.”
“So, devouring these things was completely useless? Nothing can be retained? I find that hard to believe,” Han Li said, casting a suspicious glance at him, clearly showing distrust.
“It’s not entirely true that nothing can be retained, but what remains is indeed very little,” Yu Zitong hurriedly explained, afraid of any misunderstanding.
“Among them, memories, experiences, emotions—these are absolutely untouchable. If absorbed, the mildest consequence would be turning into an idiot or suffering from split personality, while the worst could lead to an explosive expansion of the spirit, rupturing the brain and causing death. You must understand, the spiritual sense is the most delicate thing. How could it casually merge with others? Temporarily storing another person’s spiritual sense in your mind is possible, but turning it into your own is mere wishful thinking. Otherwise, if one could simply seize another’s body and acquire their experiences, memories, and techniques, wouldn’t the world fall into chaos? Who would diligently train and comprehend realms and mental techniques? If a body seizure could grant everything, what would be the point? The only useful thing in a devoured spiritual sense is a tiny bit of primordial energy. This can slightly strengthen one’s own spiritual sense, but it’s only a minuscule amount. Moreover, this energy dissipates quickly—within a few days, it will vanish entirely from the devoured spiritual sense, leaving nothing to utilize.”
As Han Li listened to Yu Zitong’s explanation, he finally let go of the last trace of worry in his heart.
He could tell that the other party was not lying. At this moment, Yu Zitong was probably thinking of cooperating with him just as he had with Physician Mo. Naturally, he wouldn’t deceive Han Li on an issue that could be easily verified with time.
After finishing his explanation, Yu Zitong noticed Han Li nodding, seemingly convinced by his words. Delighted, the glowing sphere of his spiritual sense seemed to brighten a little. He asked eagerly, “Brother Han, it seems you’re satisfied with my explanation. Shall we discuss our cooperation now?”
“Of course! Cooperating with a cultivator is an opportunity I’ve always dreamed of!” Han Li suddenly broke into a smile, his white teeth gleaming, appearing utterly sincere.
“Really?” Yu Zitong grew excited. He hadn’t expected the other party to agree without any further persuasion and quickly sought confirmation.
“Of course!” Han Li replied swiftly and clearly.
Then, smiling, he pulled something out from his bosom and said to Yu Zitong in a friendly tone, “Since we are now partners, before we discuss the details, I hope you won’t refuse to assist me in a small experiment.”
“An experiment?” Yu Zitong was taken aback. He stared at the cylindrical object in Han Li’s hand, finding it familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. A sense of foreboding rose within him.
“Indeed, a poison test.” Before Yu Zitong could react, Han Li’s thumb moved, and a stream of black, viscous liquid shot out from the cylinder, carrying a foul, rotting stench, directly toward its target.
“Ah!”
A scream erupted from the glowing sphere. Yu Zitong’s spiritual sense was drenched in the black liquid, and the green light dimmed significantly. It was clear he had suffered considerable damage.
“You… you attacked me? You ambushed me?” Yu Zitong shrieked hoarsely, as if unable to accept what had just happened.
Ignoring his fury, Han Li reached for the buckle of his belt above his abdomen. With a swift motion, he drew a gleaming short sword from a hidden compartment within the belt.
The sword was about the width of a finger and half a foot long. Its entire body was flexible and resilient—a rare “Jade Belt Short Sword.”
This was the last short sword Han Li had commissioned a blacksmith to forge at great expense, and it was also the most expensive one. However, he wasn’t skilled with such weapons, so he had never drawn it before. Unexpectedly, it now found its use.
Clutching this weapon that had been hidden on his body but nearly never saw the light of day, Han Li’s expression turned grim. The smile from earlier vanished without a trace.
With a look of disgust, he glanced at the trembling spiritual sense. Without another word, he lunged forward, swinging the flexible sword at the glowing sphere as if it were a chopper hacking firewood.
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