Chapter 22: The Birth of Heart Demons

  Han Li watched as Lü Fei Yu's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, standing silently in place, without a word.

  He had agreed to come and pick up the medicine the next day at noon, and then he took the initiative to bid farewell to Han Li, saying that he would go back and recuperate for a while.

  For such a long time, Han Li had never asked Lei Fei Yu the reason for taking this secret medicine. Han Li knew that even if he asked, it wouldn't change what had already happened.

  Since he would rather give up his own future for the sake of being called "awesome brother" by others, it means that he must have his own unbearable reasons for doing so. No one will voluntarily commit suicide, even if it's a slow and costly one. If forced to reveal his reasons, it would only make him reopen the wound that has almost healed.

  It's clear that Han Li is right. Before leaving, Lei Fei Yu saw him and didn't ask about the specific reason for taking the "Bone Marrow Pill", he was very grateful for his understanding, although he didn't say it out loud, but Han Li knew that the other party owed him another favor.

  Han Li prepared to keep his promise with him, and not only would he not leak out his secrets, but as soon as he returned to the valley, he decided to concoct a secret medicine that could alleviate his suffering.

  The reason for doing so is simple. Since the other party is not a small person and has not really made a fatal move against oneself, then one should make the other party owe oneself a greater favor, making it difficult for him to refuse one's future requests.

  Lü Feiyu's martial arts skills will only continue to improve in the next few years, and the higher his opponent's skills are, the more helpful it will be for himself. Even if he doesn't need their help in the next few years, that's okay. Helping someone who isn't a bad person is also a pleasant thing for oneself. Although Lü Feiyu may not necessarily be a good person, at least after experiencing today's events, he won't pose any harm to himself.

  Han Li thought back and forth about everything before and after, feeling that there was nothing left out, only then did he slowly return to the Divine Hand Valley.

  Not long after returning to the valley, Han Li began preparing the secret medicine needed for Lethal Rain. This medicine that could reduce one's pain perception wasn't difficult to concoct, and all of the necessary ingredients could be found in the medicinal garden within the mountain valley. The only thing was that the process of concoction was a bit tedious, requiring careful attention to detail.

  After a busy afternoon, Han Li had prepared enough medicine for Leng Fei Xue to use for a year. It wasn't that he couldn't prepare more, but he just hoped that Leng Fei Xue would come back every year to retrieve the medicine, so that he wouldn't slowly forget this favor he owed him.

  As dusk approached, Han Li suddenly sat down in a chair in front of his door, gazing up at the dark starry sky and the bright moon, lost in thought.

  Han Li missed his family again.

  He had been away from his parents for more than four years, and since he went up the mountain, he had been practicing his oral skills every day, with no time to think about family matters, and he had never gone down the mountain. He just let people bring back most of the silver he received every month, and he only received a letter from Old Zhang Shu writing on behalf of his parents every year, telling him that everything was fine at home, but rarely mentioning other things. He only knew that life at home was much better than before, his older brother had started a family, and his second brother had also found a new wife, and it was estimated that they would be able to get married next year. All these changes were due to the silver he sent back home, but Han Li sensitively felt from the few letters that the tone of his family members towards him was becoming more and more polite, even politely distant, like treating a stranger. This feeling made Han Li's heart very afraid at first, not knowing how to respond. But as time passed, for some reason, this fear naturally subsided, and the image of his family members in his mind gradually became blurred.

  He only has a chance to recall his family members at home, like tonight, in situations where he is touched by the scenery, thinking of the warmth he had at home before, and this feeling that is now hard to savor makes Han Li feel very comfortable and precious, and he will slowly taste this aftertaste.

  Han Li placed his hand on his chest, using his fingers to gently stroke the small leather pouch containing the Peace Token through his clothes.

  In the past, he only needed to stroke it a few times and his heart would feel slightly satisfied, but tonight for some reason, after stroking it, his heart felt even more unquiet, unable to calm down for a long time.

  Han Li now had an inexplicable feeling of depression in his heart, unable to control his emotions, and his body was also out of sorts. The qi and blood inside him began to churn restlessly, and the strange energy he had cultivated was stirring.

  The terrifying phrase "walked into the devil" suddenly appeared in his mind, Han Li stood up, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. With Mo Dafu not around, he had no choice but to deal with the crisis at hand by himself.

  Han Li couldn't help but feel puzzled as to why he would suddenly go crazy for no reason. Although it wasn't the time to investigate thoroughly, finding the root cause of his madness was still the most effective way to resolve this trouble once and for all.

  Han Li raised his head and looked around, but didn't find anything that caught his eye.

  He touched his chin with his right hand, and his elbow suddenly bumped into a bulging object. His gaze fell on the object subconsciously.

  "The small leather pouch" "Peaceful Token" The name of this thing immediately flashed into his mind.

  "Could it be the trouble caused by it?" Han Li dared not to confirm, but now he could no longer hesitate. The situation in his body was getting worse and worse, and there was a possibility of losing control at any time.

  Han Li resolutely reached out and pulled the leather bag down from his neck, exerting great force to fling it far away.

  "No, it's even more unbearable in my heart, and the turmoil of qi and blood is even stronger."

  Han Li barely suppressed the turmoil within him, his eyes filled with bloodshot gaze fixed intently on the small leather pouch, hoping to find a reason why things had gotten even worse.