Chapter 42: Cloud Wing Bird

  "You're too smug, this kid is very clever and not a fool. Don't think you've succeeded just yet, or you'll suffer a setback at the hands of this young man." Suddenly, another young man's voice echoed in Mo Daifu's mind.

  The doctor's face changed, his face was as cold as frost, and he scolded in a cold tone:

  "Yu Zitong, mind your own business, I don't need you to lecture me. If I succeed, you'll naturally benefit from it too. On the other hand, the technique you taught me seems to have some flaws, are you hoping for something unexpected to happen?" Mo Dahfu's suspicious gaze swept over him without missing a detail.

  This voice seemed to be afraid of Mo Daifu, and after hearing his intimidation, it quickly spoke up to explain:

  "How could there be a mistake? Haven't you tested it on animals before? As for one of them dying, it's just because your technique isn't proficient enough. However, the one that died shouldn't hinder your plan."

  "Hmm! It's better this way, unfortunately I couldn't practice more, otherwise I would have had a few more points of confidence." Mo Dafu heard these words and thought again about the experiment he did last time, and the last bit of doubt in his heart also disappeared.

  After he finished speaking, the voice seemed to have learned a lesson and stopped responding, leaving only Dr. Mo's nervous self-talk, making the atmosphere in the room particularly eerie.

  At this time, Han Li was in a remote mountain valley, which was even more secluded and hidden than the place where he met Lü Feng.

  The terrain here is long and narrow, sandwiched between two steep small mountain peaks into a "one" word shape. The ends of the valley are blocked by dense shrubs, making it impossible to pass through. Except for a rope hanging down secretly from the top of the shorter mountain peak, there is no other way out.

  And here grew thick and dense thorny forests, occupying large tracts of land, leaving only a small patch of empty space for Han Li to set foot. At the top of the mountain valley, countless unknown vines were woven together, forming a natural green canopy, allowing Han Li not to worry about anyone unintentionally passing by and seeing him below.

  Han Li put the items on his body under a huge boulder, then returned to the center of the empty land, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. He opened his eyes, revealing a resolute expression, and said softly: "Let's start with the most difficult soft bone technique."

  Thus, Han Li began his solitary cultivation path.

  He didn't know that not far from him, a small yellow bird was perched on the branch, staring at him day and night. It only saw that he had no intention of escaping, so it didn't fly back to report to its master.

  Time flies so fast, four months have passed in the blink of an eye, half of it is already gone.

  At this time, in the mountain valley, as far as the eye could see, it was empty and deserted, with no one in sight. Han Li, who had been here before, had vanished without a trace. Only that little yellow bird remained, still unhurried and motionless, slowly preening its feathers with its beak, seemingly oblivious to the disappearance of the surveillance target, as if it had thrown its mission far away into the clouds.

  Suddenly, another gray bird flew through the green vines above and into the ditch. After circling a few times in mid-air, it landed on a yellow wooden stake at the edge of the empty land, seemingly planning to rest for a while before flying away again.

  At this time, the little yellow bird tilted its head, looked at another bird of the same kind that had just flown in with a proud gaze, and then showed a sarcastic expression like a human being, as if it was disdainful of the gray sparrow.

  The little bird that just arrived stood on one leg, looked around, and finally found its companions. It spread its wings as if it wanted to fly over.

  Suddenly, unexpectedly, a withered yellow palm descended from the sky and grasped this bewildered grey bird.

  This sudden change left it terrified, and it struggled desperately, but unfortunately, it couldn't escape the control of its master's palm.

  It wasn't until then that the little bird discovered that the wooden stake under its feet had turned into a young man wearing a yellow shirt. The young man had dark skin, was quite ordinary-looking, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, except for his clear gaze, there was nothing else attractive about him.

  The boy smiled and looked at the small bird in his hand which was struggling non-stop. When it was almost completely exhausted, he loosened his grip and said softly:

  "Go! Don't be so foolish next time! Take a good look at the place before you put your foot down."

  The little bird suddenly gained its freedom and, without looking back at its companion, flapped its wings in a flurry and flew out of the ditch.

  After seeing the little bird fly away, the young man stood there motionless. After a while, he slowly muttered to himself:

  "It seems that my stealth and deception skills have reached a certain level of proficiency. Next, I should go practice assassination techniques in enclosed spaces."

  After finishing speaking, Han Li moved his body and walked towards the newly built small wooden house nearby. As he passed by the little yellow bird tree, he couldn't help but look up at it.

  This strange-acting little bird was discovered by Han Li more than half a month ago. It has been staying on the nearby branch, staring at itself every moment, seemingly very spiritual.

  When he first saw it, Han Li was captivated by its spirituality and fell deeply in love with the little yellow bird.

  He tried to kidnap it, but no matter what method he used, "deception", "luring" and "setting traps" were all useless. The little bird didn't fall for it at all, and would occasionally look at him with a silly gaze, despising him, making Han Li somewhat embarrassed.

  Later, in a fit of anger, he wanted to go forward and use force, but before he could get close, it immediately spread its wings and flew into the sky; as soon as Han Li left, it quickly flew back and landed in its original place, leaving Han Li with no choice but to stand there, staring blankly.

  Han Li turned his head back with a hint of annoyance, no longer paying attention to it. In fact, he had already vaguely sensed that the origin of this little bird was likely to be related to that ink official, and it might have been sent by him as a spy.

  But Han Li didn't care, as long as it wasn't Mo Daifu who came to supervise in person. A small bird could tell him what was going on anyway, and besides, he really liked this clever little guy and couldn't bear to use poisonous or other ruthless means against it.

  At this time, Mo Dafu was in a stone room, drawing a strange array with beast bone powder. He was discussing something with another person in his mind while drawing, completely unaware that Han Li had already seen through his surveillance method.