Chapter 1136: The Reincarnation Hall Master

"Fellow Daoist Han, there is one thing I do not understand. You are already a thorn in the Celestial Court's side, how dare you still go to the Great Golden Source Immortal Domain?" Lan Yan found Han Li's actions truly incomprehensible and could not help asking.

"If even you cannot imagine it, the Celestial Court may not think of it either. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is often the safest." Han Li replied with a smile.

Lan Yan naturally knew this was an excuse, but seeing that he was unwilling to reveal the real reason, she tactfully stopped asking.

At that moment, Li Qima suddenly trotted over and spoke:

"Kid, we've shared hardships this time. The old ancestor takes a liking to you. Consider it—do you want to return to the Wildlands with us?"

"Thank you for the appreciation, but I still have matters to attend to, so I won't travel with you all." Han Li smiled and cupped his hands.

"Alright! Take this. If you have the chance or need anything in the future, feel free to come to the Wildlands to find me." Li Qima suddenly raised a hoof, and a snow-white light flashed before him, flying to Han Li.

Han Li reached out and caught it, finding it to be a palm-sized round scale, pure white with layered water patterns, exuding a fierce and wild aura.

"Thank you." Han Li briefly examined it and then put it away.

Afterward, he took Lan Yan, bid farewell to Hu San and the others, and flew away.

When their aura had completely disappeared at the horizon, Li Qima, who had been gazing into the distance, suddenly flickered his eyes. A brilliant white light shone around him, and countless white air currents converged, enveloping him entirely.

Hu San watched in astonishment, his face full of confusion.

Within the vortex of converging white air currents, Li Qima gradually stood upright, his figure shrinking, and finally transformed into human form.

When all the light and air currents dissipated, in his place appeared a tall, handsome young man. He wore a white robe, his long snow-white hair tied high with a jade-studded crown, looking elegant and extraordinary.

"I have previously overstepped and offended the young master. I hope the young master will forgive me." As soon as the man appeared, Liu Ziyi beside him bowed and cupped his hands.

"Uncle Liu, there is no need for this. Everything I did before was my own decision. How could you be at fault?" The handsome young man transformed from Li Qima stepped forward, helped Liu Ziyi up, and said.

"This... what is going on?" Hu San was completely stunned, muttering in surprise.

"Let's go. I'll explain on the way." Li Qima was not surprised; he smiled and waved his hand.

As his hand swept out, a flash of bright light appeared before him, and a three-story snow-white building ship materialized out of thin air. It was adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, hanging pearls and inlaid jade, looking radiant and extremely luxurious.

The three flew up and landed on the snow-white building ship.

Without any visible activation by Li Qima, white swift winds formed beneath the ship, lifting it up, and it turned into a white streak of light, vanishing in a flash.

...

Time passed, and over three years had gone by.

Over the river that stretched for ten thousand miles at the northern foot of the Golden Source Mountain Range, a dark red spirit boat sped by.

Though called a spirit boat, it was quite large, with two stories of pavilions built on it.

At that moment, Jiao San, dressed in a blue long skirt, stood behind the railing on the second floor, gazing into the void.

"Senior Huaiyangzi, now that we have left the Golden Source Mountain Range, I will need you to steer the spirit boat for the next leg of the journey. I need to go into seclusion for a while." After looking for a moment, Jiao San withdrew her gaze and said.

"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Jiao San. Leave this to me." Huaiyangzi, standing on the deck of the spirit boat, immediately replied upon hearing this.

"Then I'll trouble you." Jiao San cupped her hands and turned back into the pavilion.

Entering the pavilion, she raised her hand, formed a hand seal, and pointed upward.

A dark red light shot from her fingertip and struck a dark red token suspended above her head.

As soon as the light entered, the dark red token immediately began to spin rapidly.

A layer of light curtain expanded from it, gradually enveloping the entire pavilion, sealing all aura inside, with no leakage and no external interference.

Seeing this, Jiao San sat cross-legged, formed a strange hand seal, and began to chant softly.

Then, complex runes lit up beneath her, like red ribbons continuously flowing from under her, then rising along the surrounding light curtain, cycling over and over.

Jiao San sat within the light curtain, a blurry light glowing around her, as if layers of phantom images were generated, her figure becoming indistinct. A layer of Reincarnation Law power began to envelop the surroundings.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in her eyes, her pupils contracted sharply, and her gaze became utterly vacant, as if her soul had been instantly extracted, leaving only an empty physical shell.

But then, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Her eyelids closed, and before her eyes fell into endless darkness.

Yet when she opened her eyes again, the scene before her had completely changed. Her figure had appeared in a strange gray space.

Within the space, no other scenery was visible, only countless winding long rivers flowing through it.

Jiao San's figure seemed illusory, floating in the void. She swept her hands forward as if swimming, and her whole body glided forward, moving over one of the dark red rivers, heading upstream.

There were five rivers adjacent to this one, each with different colors and appearances. Some had swift currents and great momentum, others had variable flows, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and so on.

One silver river flowed gently and steadily, within which countless large and small droplets of light seemed to drift, with images flickering inside.

Each time, Jiao San only dared to glance briefly, never letting her gaze linger, or else an invisible pulling force would drag her into the gurgling river water.

She followed the dark red river all the way upstream, flying for an unknown duration, until she saw all the rivers gradually narrow and eventually converge into a single source, forming one river.

That river originated from nowhere, its water churning like yellow mud, turbid and unclear. On it stood a dark red stone arch bridge.

The surface of the stone arch bridge was smooth and seamless, looking like a crystal stone platform. The river flowed under its arch and naturally split into six branches, spreading out.

When Jiao San's gaze fell beneath the arch bridge, her brow furrowed slightly.

She unexpectedly found a graceful black-clad woman sitting on the riverbank with her back to her, her snow-white bare feet like lotus roots immersed in the just-separated dark red river.

Throughout, the woman never turned around, so Jiao San could not see her face.

In fact, Jiao San did not dare to look too much in that direction, because on the stone arch bridge, another figure sat with legs dangling over one side.

His figure was somewhat stooped, wearing a large bamboo hat and a heavy straw raincoat, his back to the six branch rivers, facing the turbid river.

The man also held a green bamboo rod with white spots, from which hung a dark red crystal thread, dipping into the water, as if leisurely fishing.

Jiao San's figure flew to the arch bridge but could not land, remaining suspended.

"Greetings, Hall Master." Jiao San said solemnly, performing a salute.

The man in the bamboo hat and straw raincoat was none other than the famous Hall Master of the Reincarnation Hall.

"Is that matter settled? Faster than I expected. Tell me roughly what happened." The Reincarnation Hall Master did not turn to look at her, only spoke.

"As you command. Wen Taisui..." Jiao San nodded and immediately began to recount the events of the Time Tower journey in detail.

After she finished, the Reincarnation Hall Master did not immediately judge right or wrong but pondered silently for a moment before saying:

"Shi Kongmo is no ordinary person. You must observe him carefully in the future."

"Does the Hall Master think... he is feigning madness?" Jiao San frowned and asked.

"It doesn't matter whether he feigns madness or not, as long as his madness is not directed at us. Of course, do not slack in helping him find his wife and child. All resources in the hall can be mobilized." The Reincarnation Hall Master shook his head and said.

"Yes." Jiao San replied.

"Since that item has been found, many of the previous deployments can be set in motion. This time, it should keep the Celestial Court busy for a while." The Reincarnation Hall Master said.

"Once I return to the hall, I can start pushing this matter forward." Jiao San said.

Then, neither spoke again. After a long silence, the Reincarnation Hall Master suddenly asked:

"Setting aside objective performance, from your subjective judgment, what do you think of that person?"

"Reporting to the Hall Master, from our previous dealings, I believe this person is top-notch in both cunning and courage, as well as ability and means. He will surely be of great use in the future. For the next operation, I hope to include him." Jiao San said.

"Handle that as you see fit..." The Reincarnation Hall Master said.

"Yes." Jiao San said.

"Using the Reincarnation secret technique to find me this time must have cost you many Law Crystals. Consider these as compensation." The Reincarnation Hall Master adjusted his bamboo hat and said.

With that, he flicked his wrist, and the bamboo rod in his hand tilted upward. The dark red crystal thread submerged in the water leaped out, with a cluster of dark red light hanging on it, pulled up together.

The Reincarnation Hall Master grabbed the dark red light cluster, rubbed it casually, and it turned into a dark red bead.

He flicked his finger, and the bead shot out, directly hitting Jiao San's brow, flashing as it sank into it.

Jiao San felt as if struck by a gale, her body flying backward rapidly, and her eyes went dark.

Inside the second-floor pavilion of the dark red spirit boat, Jiao San, who had been sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes, as if waking from a deep dream, drenched in sweat, gasping heavily.

After stabilizing her soul fluctuations slightly, Jiao San's aura gradually calmed.

She raised her hand and gently rubbed her brow, feeling a slight swelling pain there, but with a cool sensation coming from within, containing traces of Reincarnation Law aura, which delighted her.

After the joy, the image of the woman sitting by the river with her back to her surfaced in Jiao San's mind, stirring up many doubts.

Who was that person? And what was her relationship with the Hall Master?