After a long period of stillness, Han Li suddenly raised his right hand and extended a finger straight up, which seemed rather baffling.
But soon, a faint spatial fluctuation occurred about half an inch above his fingertip, and several sparks appeared out of thin air. As soon as these sparks emerged, they sizzled and, amidst the spatial distortion, inexplicably transformed into red fireballs the size of walnuts. Though small, these fireballs radiated an intense heat that instantly filled the entire room the moment they appeared.
Han Li’s face remained covered by the book, and he lay motionless as if asleep. Only the small fireball at his fingertip continuously emitted a sizzling sound as it burned at high temperatures, standing out starkly against his otherwise still finger.
Time passed minute by minute. The fireball maintained its unusually vigorous vitality, showing no sign of extinguishing. Yet, Han Li finally began to show a different reaction—the fingertip supporting the fireball started trembling slightly. At first, it was just the finger, but as time went on, his wrist, his entire arm, and eventually his whole body gradually began to shake.
Suddenly, Han Li sat bolt upright from the armchair, unaware that the book on his face had slipped to the floor.
His eyes were fixed intently on the small fireball at his fingertip, his face flushed bright red. Beads of sweat seeped out on his skin from his forehead down to his exposed neck, as if he had just finished some strenuous exercise, his entire body steaming with heat.
A moment later, the fireball began to waver amidst Han Li’s intense trembling. The flames flickered, growing larger at times and smaller at others, unable to maintain stability. Before long, it finally shrank back into sparks and vanished into the air.
As soon as the fireball disappeared, Han Li collapsed back into the chair as if his spine had been pulled out, looking utterly exhausted, as though he had just completed an extremely strenuous task.
“This Fireball Technique is truly difficult to master!” Han Li muttered to himself, gazing at the ceiling. “After nearly half a year of studying it, I still haven’t fully grasped its essence. I’ve only managed to extend its duration by a tiny bit.”
It turned out that the final few pages of the Evergreen Tome also recorded several rudimentary spells. These were clearly beginner-level techniques for immortal cultivators, and Han Li treasured them as if he had found priceless treasures. For several nights in a row, he was so excited he couldn’t sleep.
This excitement was hardly surprising. Ever since witnessing the spells performed by Doctor Mo, Han Li had been deeply fascinated by these incredible, profound, and mysteriously powerful techniques.
Yet, pitifully, although Han Li now possessed the peak sixth-level cultivation of the Evergreen Art, he was like a beggar holding a golden bowl—completely ignorant of spellcasting techniques, not even the most basic principles of magic. Now, having suddenly discovered several incantations suitable for a novice like himself, how could he not be overjoyed?
The spells recorded on the last pages included five incantations: “Fireball Technique,” “Tranquil Mind Talisman,” “Wind Riding Art,” “Object Control Technique,” and “Heaven’s Eye Technique.” Every phrase of these incantations was ancient, abstruse, and exceedingly difficult for Han Li to comprehend.
This was hardly surprising, as the language of these incantations was constructed from somewhat archaic grammatical structures and vocabulary. Although Han Li had read many books, his knowledge in this area was quite shallow, making it impossible for him to immediately grasp their meanings.
Left with no other choice, Han Li mustered the same relentless determination he had when first learning the Evergreen Art and plunged headlong into studying various ancient texts. He tirelessly researched the true meanings behind the incantations, pondering and deliberating over every phrase and word dozens of times until he was certain he understood them without any ambiguity.
Even though he had never learned any spells before, he was well aware that if something went wrong with such immensely powerful forces, the consequences would be far more severe than a mere deviation of internal energy—it could easily cost him his life. For the sake of his own safety, Han Li proceeded with extreme caution, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.
After three months of intensive study, Han Li finally achieved a theoretical understanding of all the incantations. He then began the practical training of spellcasting.
The actual hands-on learning dealt a significant blow to his confidence.
He had assumed that, given his intelligence in mastering the “Blinking Sword Art,” learning spells wouldn’t be too difficult. Yet, to his surprise, he found himself astonishingly inept in this area. Even though he understood the principles, he couldn’t perform the spells correctly in practice—his hand gestures were off, his incantations mispronounced, or his magical power insufficiently channeled. It made him seem utterly clumsy.
Han Li had no solution to this. If it were a matter of insufficient magical power, he could resolve it by consuming more spirit medicine. But this was clearly an issue of his own inability to grasp the techniques. It seemed his talent for spellcasting was not as good as he had imagined—a conclusion he reached after much arduous effort.
After prolonged and painstaking practice, Han Li finally achieved minor success in the “Fireball Technique” and “Heaven’s Eye Technique.” As for the other three spells, he hadn’t even managed to touch the threshold, achieving no results whatsoever.
Frustrated, he could only focus his energy on the spells he could currently master, placing great hopes in the “Fireball Technique” and “Heaven’s Eye Technique.” The power of the “Fireball Technique” did not disappoint him—in fact, it far exceeded his expectations.
Though the fireball produced by the technique was small, the terrifying high temperature it contained made it capable of destroying almost anything and burning all substances.
Even weapons forged from refined steel would have their struck parts instantly melted into molten iron if hit by the fireball.
After witnessing this inhumanly fearsome power, Han Li even tested the fireball on water. The result was that the water surface ignited immediately as if it were oil, showing no sign of being suppressed by the water.
After fully understanding the power of the “Fireball Technique,” Han Li finally comprehended why Yu Zitong held such an arrogant, dismissive attitude toward mortals.
Just imagine: an immortal cultivator with even minor spellcasting abilities could easily kill so-called masters and experts of the martial world with a simple spell like the “Fireball Technique.” If a more powerful cultivator were to take action, wouldn’t they sweep through the entire martial world, unmatched under heaven?
With such a vast disparity in power, it was no wonder immortal cultivators like Yu Zitong viewed ordinary people as nothing more than ants.
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