Chapter 513: Harvest

Han Li watched Jiao San's retreating figure and could only smile helplessly.

He raised his hand and carefully examined the sea chart in his hand, discovering that the nearby sea area was not only extremely far from Red Moon Island but also far from all the islands marked on the chart.

After a moment, he put away the sea chart, and with a flash of遁光, he sped off toward Wumeng Island.

The sea wind howled, carrying a hint of salty, fishy smell in the air.

After flying tens of thousands of miles in one breath, Han Li raised his hand to remove the mask from his face, restoring his original appearance. He wrinkled his nose, stretched his body, and his clothes rustled in the wind.

He let out a light breath, slowed his flying speed, and while looking around below, he flew forward slowly, feeling a long-lost sense of ease and comfort.

This time, by a twist of fate, he had been invited by the old man Huyan to join the expedition to the Minghan Immortal Mansion. Although it was fraught with dangers, and the various forces were scheming against each other, resorting to any means to achieve their goals, fortunately, his luck was good, and the trip ultimately passed with fright but no harm.

As a result, his harvest was considerable. Not only had he advanced his cultivation to the mid-Golden Immortal stage, but he had also condensed the Law Thread of Time, mastered the cultivation method of the Spirit Domain, and refined the entire set of Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords to an unimaginable grade. Even Gold Devouring Beetles and the Fire Raven had their own opportunities, and he believed they would also see significant improvements.

Moreover, he still held the storage bracelets of Xiao Jinhan, Feng Tiandu, and Gongshu Jiu, which surely contained a great deal, filling him with anticipation.

About half an hour later, a three-colored island about twenty or thirty miles in circumference appeared below Han Li's field of vision.

He immediately extended his divine sense, sweeping it across the island. Finding only some birds and beasts and no human traces, he felt a stir in his heart and flew down toward the island.

As he approached the island's airspace, he could clearly see its topography.

The eastern part of the island was densely vegetated with towering ancient trees, appearing lush green from a distance, with occasional sounds of apes crying and deer calling. The central part had sparse woods, revealing earthy yellow mountainous terrain. The western part was rugged with jagged cliffs and deep ravines, all in shades of dark blue and black.

Han Li landed on the island, and immediately a rustling sound arose from the dense forest. Countless seabirds rose from the woods, blotting out the sky, and flew in a dark mass out of the island.

He found a sunny clearing in the woods in the eastern part of the island and sat down cross-legged.

With a golden light rapidly expanding, a spherical light curtain immediately spread out, enveloping the entire island.

Then, Han Li flipped his hand, and three storage bracelets appeared in his palm, while a small white flag and a yellow token also appeared on his knees.

The small white flag bore a painting of clouds and seas, with faint silver and gold patterns emerging, composed of strange runes written in Silver Tadpole Script and Golden Seal Script. The flagpole was inscribed with the characters "Yun Lu," presumably its name.

Although this item was of considerable grade, it had no restrictions set on it. After a brief refinement, Han Li could use it freely.

With a flash of light in his hand, he infused his immortal spiritual power into it. The small white flag immediately unfurled in the wind, expanding into a snow-white banner over three zhang tall.

When he waved it, white mist rose from the flag's surface, as if rolling clouds from a vast sea surged out, quickly engulfing the entire island.

The beasts on the island panicked and fled, birds scattered wildly, and chaos ensued.

Fortunately, Han Li was only making a brief attempt and did not truly activate the treasure's abilities, so no real harm came to the island's creatures.

However, he also realized that this item seemed to be an offensive magical treasure. When Gongshu Jiu had used it in haste earlier, it had only served as a temporary protective artifact, not unleashing its true power.

In his estimation, since this treasure was used by an early Taiyi stage cultivator to fend off crises, it should have many wonderful uses. If employed in group combat, it might be put to its best use and display its maximum power.

After putting away the small white flag, he took out the yellow token and examined it carefully.

The token was covered in a layer of yellow light, within which some very subtle runes flickered. In the center, three large characters in Golden Seal Script read "Jian Cha Shi" (Inspector).

Han Li's mind stirred, and he probed it with his divine sense.

However, as soon as his divine sense touched the token's surface, a yellow halo rippled out, like a water curtain, blocking his divine sense.

Han Li frowned slightly, mobilized his immortal spiritual power, and attempted to activate the token.

At that moment, a string of runes suddenly brightened, burst out of the token, and shot straight into the sky.

Startled, Han Li immediately sent out the Wheel of Truth, and the golden ripples it released enveloped the sea area.

The string of runes had only flown a hundred zhang before being covered by the golden ripples, its momentum slowing. Han Li reached out with a void hand, grabbing it back with his five fingers.

Han Li's gaze condensed as he looked at the struggling, almost living rune in his hand. He rubbed his palm forcefully, and the yellow rune immediately scattered its light, turning into specks of crystalline powder and disappearing.

As he had expected, this rune was likely a hidden restriction on the token. If someone other than Gongshu Jiu activated it, it would trigger immediately. If it escaped, it would probably summon the pursuit of the天庭's Inspectors.

Han Li let out a light breath, staring at the yellow token that had returned to its original state, a look of hesitation on his face.

Seeing that this token could expose him, his first thought was to destroy it directly. But this token was no ordinary object; he felt it might have unexpected uses in the future. Destroying it now would be a pity.

After hesitating for a while, Han Li did not destroy the token. Instead, he applied multiple layers of seals to lock it away and then stored it.

After putting these two items away, he picked up Xiao Jinhan's storage bracelet. After a brief refinement, he took out all its contents, which filled the forest clearing with a dazzling array of items.

Upon a quick inspection, he found over thirty magical treasures of various kinds. Among them, the highest-grade ones were a set of ice-attribute mother-and-son swords and a small blue flag, both post-natal immortal artifacts containing Law power.

In addition, Xiao Jinhan had carried dozens of bottles of various pills. Only a few of them Han Li could recognize as pills for consolidating the foundation and healing injuries, but most he had never seen before.

The concentration of immortal spiritual power in these pills, or the aura of medicinal power emanating from them, was far stronger than any pills Han Li had taken before. Without a doubt, they were mostly auxiliary pills suitable for Golden Immortal cultivators.

Clearly, this former Palace Master of the North Cold Immortal Palace, who had dominated the North Cold Immortal Domain for so many years, had indeed amassed considerable wealth. Unexpectedly, this trip to the Minghan Immortal Mansion had made all these things available to him.

Thinking this, Han Li sorted the pills roughly and then swept them up with his sleeve, storing them away.

Then, his gaze fell on two white scrolls, each about a foot tall. He casually summoned one into his hand and opened it.

As the scroll slowly unrolled, Han Li immediately saw several large characters written vertically on the far right: "Hua Nan Dan Jing" (Southern Alchemy Classic).

His eyebrows raised, and he quickly unrolled the entire scroll to examine it carefully.

After a moment, he slowly rolled up the scroll, a clear smile on his lips.

This alchemy classic recorded only five pill formulas.

But each of these five formulas was for refining Golden Immortal-level pills, which were exactly what Han Li needed.

Moreover, based on the analysis of the medicinal ingredients in the formulas, some of the pills he had just stored included these five types.

Thus, Han Li now had both the formulas and samples, and he could refine them himself at any time in the future.

He barely managed to suppress his grin, took a deep breath to contain his joy, and opened the other scroll.

This scroll was densely packed with no less than five thousand characters in small ancient seal script. The strokes were like iron hooks and silver strokes, penetrating the paper, and between the lines, there was a sense of icy coldness and killing intent.

Just looking at it made one feel a blast of frost and snow.

What these ancient seal characters recorded was none other than Xiao Jinhan's lifelong cultivation insights on the Water Law.

Although Han Li did not cultivate the Water Law, his Earthly Immortal incarnation practiced the "Black Sea Heavy Water Classic," a water-attribute technique, and he himself often used heavy water. Thus, he had a good eye and could immediately see that these insights were concise and exquisite, a treasure that any cultivator of water-attribute laws would dream of.

After putting away the two scrolls, Han Li looked at the largest and most diverse collection of spiritual herbs and materials on the ground.

After identifying them, he found that most of these spiritual herbs were of great age, mostly materials needed for refining those Golden Immortal-level pills.

As for the spiritual materials, besides a considerable amount of Heavenly Cold Marrow and a small amount of Dark Cloud Gold Essence, the rest, though not common, were less valuable than these two, but greater in quantity.

Apart from these, the only remaining items were a small mountain of immortal essence stones, glittering under the sunlight filtering through the trees, dazzling Han Li.

Delighted, he stored everything away without pause, then picked up the storage bracelet that originally belonged to Feng Tiandu.

A flash of green light swept over, and the ground, which had just been cleared, was once again covered with various magical treasures and artifacts. Among them, there were three post-natal immortal artifacts: a black bone knife about two feet long, a pitch-black rectangular inkstone, and a paperweight made of a material that seemed like jade but wasn't.

Han Li broke the restrictions set on them one by one and performed a preliminary refinement on each.

On both sides of the black bone knife, deep blood grooves shaped like crescent moons were carved, from which faint baleful aura drifted.

Compared to the bone knife, the rectangular inkstone appeared rather ordinary, with no runes carved on it, only some uneven cracks. But when Han Li infused his immortal spiritual power into it, black flames surged out from the cracks, emitting an extremely hot and powerful fire energy.

As for the milky-white paperweight, one end was carved with the head of an exotic beast resembling a lion. When Han Li activated it with immortal spiritual power, the paperweight rapidly expanded, transforming into a snow-white mountain shaped like a crouching lion, capable of suppressing all things at his will.