Chapter 295: The Great Zhoutian Stellar Origin Art

Before long, Han Li's figure landed in a clearing within the mountain forest. He swept his gaze around and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"You've certainly calculated well, haven't you? Were you planning to wait until the man in the forbidden area and I have fought it out, preferably to mutual destruction, before sneaking back to reap the spoils?" Han Li tilted his head, glancing at a towering ancient tree several hundred zhang away, and said slowly.

As soon as his words fell, a burly figure slowly emerged from behind that ancient tree—it was the man who had just fled.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist, coming alone to pursue me is probably not a wise move," the man said with a chuckle.

As he spoke, he clenched his fists tightly, a faint crystalline light swirling around his knuckles. A series of explosive sounds like firecrackers rang out from within his body, and his stature seemed to rise slightly.

"If I hadn't come alone, you probably wouldn't have shown yourself so easily," Han Li said with a light laugh.

As he spoke, he stepped back, raised a fist, and tucked it at his waist, assuming a casual boxing stance, his gaze calmly fixed on the man.

"Then let's give it a try!"

The man gave a sharp laugh, and with a single stride, his figure shot out like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he appeared less than a hundred zhang in front of Han Li and threw a punch at him.

Seven blue star patterns on his chest and abdomen shone brilliantly, emitting a vast expanse of starlight. His entire arm seemed to swell in size, his fist crystalline like jade, wrapped in the sound of wind and thunder. Wherever it passed, visible ripples spread through the void.

Han Li raised an eyebrow slightly. Golden scales had already emerged on his arm, and the joints of his clenched fist emitted a sound like metal grinding against stone. He met the man's fist head-on.

A thunderous boom erupted!

A狂暴无比的力量以二人为中心，朝着四面八方席卷开来，掀起一股股飓风，引得山林之中暴响不断，狂风所过之处，一棵棵参天古树从中间爆裂开来，炸出无数残枝木屑，轰然倒塌开来。

The burly man's figure flew backward. After landing, he stumbled back more than ten steps before steadying himself. His eyes were full of surprise as he looked at Han Li, who hadn't moved an inch, and exclaimed in astonishment:

"You're also a Xuan Immortal?"

"Is that so strange?" Han Li said with a smile, his tone leisurely.

"No wonder you dared to exchange blows with me so boldly. I was careless," the burly man said, his eyes flickering.

After all, for a Xuan Immortal, being able to close in on a cultivator of the same cultivation level would naturally give a great advantage. But if the opponent was also a Xuan Immortal, it naturally meant nothing.

"From what I saw, that punch of yours just now didn't seem to be at full strength. How about trying a full-power punch?" Han Li said calmly.

"Since you want to try, I'll oblige," the burly man replied, his previous arrogance gone, his tone even becoming somewhat polite.

With that, the seven blue star patterns on his chest and abdomen lit up again, followed by blue light spots appearing on his shoulders, arms, waist, and other parts.

Han Li counted and found that, excluding the back, there were as many as eighteen such blue light spots.

This time, it was his turn to be somewhat surprised.

He frowned slightly. Instead of waiting for the other to attack first, he stepped forward. Golden scales rose on his arm, and beneath the clothes on his chest, blue light also shone, revealing seven stars.

"Eh, the Lesser Dipper Stellar Origin Art..." the burly man exclaimed softly, identifying the body refinement technique Han Li was using.

But neither of them stopped; both threw a punch at the other.

A thunderous roar shook the heavens!

Billowing dust and smoke, carried in torrents of air like floods, swept in all directions. Within nearly a thousand zhang, all trees were destroyed, the surroundings becoming open and bare, with no trees left to obscure the two figures.

Both Han Li and the burly man's figures retreated violently, their feet plowing deep furrows several feet deep into the ground. They only stopped after pulling back several hundred zhang.

"Do you still want to continue fighting?" Han Li leaped out of the furrow, hovering in midair, looking down at the burly man as he asked.

The burly man remained standing still, without any movement. In front of his forehead, a huge black circular wheel had appeared, spinning continuously, emitting law fluctuations that made one's heart tremble.

He looked up at Han Li, sighed softly, withdrew his fists, and the light on his body faded.

"Who exactly are you, and why do you cultivate the Lesser Dipper Stellar Origin Art?" the burly man asked with some confusion.

"Why don't you answer my question first: why have you opened so many acupoints with the Lesser Dipper Stellar Origin Art?" Han Li did not answer but smiled and asked in return.

"What do you plan to do with me?" the burly man asked, also not answering.

"How would you like me to deal with you, Fellow Daoist Leng Yan?" Han Li's expression turned serious as he transmitted his voice.

The burly man trembled all over, his eyes full of disbelief. After staring at Han Li for a long while, he tentatively asked via voice transmission: "Are you... Fellow Daoist Han Li?"

"Fellow Daoist Leng Yan is indeed astute, guessing my identity so quickly." Han Li did not deny it but generously admitted.

"To be honest, I obtained this Lesser Dipper Stellar Origin Art by chance from an ancient ruin in the Immortal Realm in my early years. There is probably no other inheritance outside. So the chance of meeting someone who cultivates the same technique is extremely slim. Coupled with a hint of familiarity I sensed from you, I made this inference. I never expected that after your ascension, you would have advanced to mid-stage True Immortal so quickly. It's truly hard to believe." Ancestor Leng Yan sighed lightly and transmitted his voice, his lips moving slightly.

"That is probably also a result of chance and circumstances. Before discussing other matters, please first satisfy my curiosity: why have you condensed so many acupoints on your body?" Han Li had no intention of reminiscing or recounting his experiences over the years, and asked directly.

Ancestor Leng Yan's expression changed slightly, a hint of hesitation showing in his eyes.

"You are not a muddle-headed person; you shouldn't have any intention of deceiving me, right? After all, you have experienced my divine sense power. We have known each other for a while. Don't force me to use soul-searching techniques on you." Han Li took in his expression and warned him meaningfully.

Ancestor Leng Yan glanced at the Heavy Water True Wheel still hovering menacingly above his head, steadied himself, and said:

"I wouldn't dare. The Lesser Dipper Stellar Origin Art you cultivate is actually related to a body refinement technique I obtained by chance from a ruin. When I started cultivating this technique, I had some insights and compiled a simplified version for my sect's later disciples to practice, hoping to enhance the sect's strength."

"Oh? Then what is the complete body refinement technique you obtained?" Han Li raised an eyebrow and transmitted his voice.

"Its full name is the Great Zhoutian Stellar Origin Art. If you need it, you can take a copy." With that, Ancestor Leng Yan flipped his hand, and a bluish-gray stone slab appeared in his palm. He handed it to Han Li without any hesitation.

Han Li reached out his hand, and a stream of green light flowed from his palm, enveloping the stone slab. After confirming there was nothing unusual about it, he pulled it in front of him and examined it carefully.

The stone slab was only the size of a palm, with no front or back. Both sides were densely covered with ancient seal script characters.

After examining it for a moment, Han Li suddenly frowned and transmitted his voice: "If I'm not mistaken, the technique recorded on this stone slab is also incomplete, right?"

"Please don't blame me, fellow Daoist. Back then, in that ancient ruin, I nearly lost my life to obtain this half of the Great Zhoutian Stellar Origin Art. As for the other half, I don't have it here either." Ancestor Leng Yan quickly explained.

Han Li observed the changes in his eyes and didn't think he was lying. So he flipped his hand, took out a jade slip, placed it on the stone slab, formed a hand seal with one hand, and silently chanted.

After a few breaths, the content of the technique on the stone slab was completely copied onto the jade slip.

Han Li beckoned with one hand, summoning the Heavy Water True Wheel back, while with the other hand, he tossed the jade slip to Ancestor Leng Yan.

Ancestor Leng Yan watched as Han Li calmly put the bluish-gray stone slab, which originally belonged to him, into his storage bracelet. His expression remained unchanged throughout. He simply raised his hand to catch the jade slip but did not put it away immediately.

"You've killed quite a few people on the island before; you should have collected quite a bit of benefits, right? I advise you to leave the island now and return. Although the defeat of the Sacred Puppet Sect is certain, their deathbed counterattack will surely be fierce. If you stay until the end out of greed, you may end up with nothing." Han Li no longer used voice transmission but spoke directly.

"Thank you for the advice. I was thinking the same." Ancestor Leng Yan cupped his hands and said.

This was not an empty statement. He had originally planned to leave after finishing the matter in the forbidden valley.

In fact, there was another point Han Li hadn't mentioned: once the Sacred Puppet Sect was completely destroyed, the mission for the temporary recruits of the Ten Directions Tower would be over, and they would no longer be bound by any restrictions from the Ten Directions Tower.

Even if they didn't break out into conflict on the spot, after dispersing, incidents of killing for treasure would inevitably occur. So leaving early could avoid many troubles.

Han Li took a deep look at Ancestor Leng Yan. Back in the Spirit Realm, he had felt that this man was very good at reading the situation and was extremely shrewd. Meeting him again today, he found him even more steady and slick, far more aware of when to advance and retreat than the native immortals of the Northern Cold Immortal Domain.

The thought flashed through his mind, and then he turned around and flew back toward the forbidden valley.

Ancestor Leng Yan watched Han Li's receding figure, his fingers repeatedly rubbing the jade slip. Because he was pressing hard, the tips of his fingers turned slightly white.

"That was close, that was close! How did I run into this guy? Good thing I think fast! I'll have to be more careful with these kinds of missions in the future, so I don't lose big for small gains!" Only after Han Li's figure completely disappeared did he let out a long breath of relief and mutter to himself.

With that, he slowly put away the jade slip, waved his hand to produce a silver flying boat, leaped onto it without another word, and sped away.