Chapter Fifteen Four Years Later

  Mo Dafu was very satisfied with Han Liren's ability to devote all his time to practice.

  But he still felt that his progress in cultivating the Nameless Formula was too slow.

  In recent years, Mo's illness seems to have worsened. The frequency of his daily coughing fits has increased, and the duration of each fit has also become longer.

  As his physical condition worsened, Mo Dafu seemed to be even more concerned about Han Lixiu's progress in her cultivation. From his repeated urging words, one could hear the anxiety in his heart.

  Mo Dahfu, should be extremely valued Han Li. Not only did he pay his silver according to the agreement, much more than the general disciples, but also looked at him with a very peculiar gaze in daily life, as if looking at a rare treasure, cherishing it infinitely.

  But Han Li, who had practiced the incantation to the third level, became extremely sensitive and inadvertently discovered that behind those affectionate and caring gazes, there was occasionally a thread of greed and longing that made him feel uneasy.

  These expressions made Han Li feel a bit chilled to the bone, and he always felt that Mo Daifu, who revealed these expressions, was not looking at him as if he were a living person, but rather as if he were looking at an object.

  This left him somewhat perplexed - what could he possibly have that Mo Daifu would want?

  Of course not, he gave himself a definite answer.

  Han Li sometimes even thought that he had practiced too much and was a bit oversensitive, secretly resenting Mo Daifu in private, which was actually a bit ungrateful.

  But he himself didn't know why, in the most secret place of his heart, there was still a trace of vigilance against Mo Dafu, and as time passed, this vigilant heart became stronger.

  A major problem has now appeared in front of Han Li, he encountered a bottleneck in his practice, and what's worse is that with the large amount of cultivation and medicine consumption over the past few years, the precious medicines in Mo Daifu's hands have been depleted.

  It's clear that Han Li isn't some kind of natural-born genius; without the assistance of medicine, his cultivation progress has completely stagnated.

  This made Han Li feel ashamed when facing Mo Daifu.

  Mo Dafu has almost exhausted all his heart's blood and family property on himself, creating the best conditions for his own cultivation, but he cannot satisfy his own requirements.

  This made Han Li feel it was hard for him to face Mo Daifu, facing his inquiries that were so urgent at the time.

  It's very strange, for some unknown reason, the highly skilled Mo Dafu couldn't sense any details about Han Li's cultivation, and could only tell that he had made some progress from taking his pulse, so these days he didn't know what kind of predicament Han Li was facing.

  Han Li, who had been feeling uneasy for some time, finally confessed his cultivation situation to Mo Da.

  Mo Dafu heard that Han Li had not improved in oral arguments for a year, his dark and sallow complexion turned somewhat pale, his originally expressionless face became even more extremely ugly.

  The doctor didn't blame him, but only told him that he would go down the mountain for a while to find some medicinal materials and asked him to seize the opportunity to practice on the mountain, not to relax his mouth incantation cultivation.

  Two days later, Mo Daifu left Qixuanmen alone with his luggage and medicinal tools.

  After he left, the entire Divine Hand Valley was left with only Han Li alone.

  Another senior fellow and good friend, Zhang Tie, suddenly disappeared two years ago when he was practicing the third layer of "Xiang Jia Gong". He only left a letter saying goodbye and wanting to create his own Jianghu. This caused a huge stir in the entire Qi Xuan Men. Later, it was said that Mo Daifu intervened and pleaded for leniency, which is why Zhang Tie's guarantor and family members were not implicated. This made Han Li feel very sudden and sad for several days. After thinking about it later, he felt that something was not quite right, but as a junior, no one asked him about it, so the matter was dropped. Later, Han Li guessed that Zhang Tie might have been afraid of practicing the fourth layer of "Xiang Jia Gong" and had secretly slipped away without anyone noticing.

  After practicing in the valley for several days, he didn't see any results, and Han Li was also young and impulsive, so he walked out of Shen Shou Valley and started strolling around Cai Xia Mountain.

  Walking on these familiar yet somewhat strange mountain roads, Han Li's heart felt a little sentimental.

  In these years, for the sake of practicing his skills, Han Li was like a prisoner, never leaving the small valley once.

  It's likely that those outside have also long forgotten about Han Li, this sworn brother.

  On the road, he ran into some disciples who were patrolling the mountain. Seeing that he was wearing the uniform of a disciple from their sect but had an unfamiliar face, they became vigilant and approached him to interrogate him, making him spend a great deal of effort explaining himself before he could escape.

  To avoid unnecessary trouble, Han Li simply took the shortcut through the sheep's intestine and walked to a secluded place, avoiding crowded places.

  As expected, there were no more annoying checks along the way, allowing him to travel freely and farther away.

  Looking at these beautiful scenes that are completely different from the valley, listening to the chirping of various small birds, for a moment, all his worries were thrown behind him by Han Li.

  Suddenly, a burst of artillery fire, the sound of many people shouting and cheering, came faintly from a relatively hidden cliff below.

  What a remote place! So many people gathered together! And such a deafening noise!

  Han Li's curiosity was piqued and he no longer feared being asked questions, following the sound of fighting to this mountain cliff.

  What a big scene! He couldn't help but be slightly stunned and shocked.

  Under the cliff completely shaded by trees, there were more than a hundred people gathered around, this not-too-large area was crowded with so many people, and even on several larger trees nearby, there were also a few people standing on the branches, looking out.

  In this circle surrounded by so many people, two groups of people are confronting each other with hostility.

  There were eleven or twelve people on the left side and six or seven on the right side.

  Han Li found that all these people, whether they were onlookers or standing in the arena, were about his age, only in their teens.

  Han Li's face revealed a faint smile, what a coincidence!

  Among so many people, he easily recognized a few familiar old faces.

  "Wan Jinbao, Zhang Dalu, Ma Yun, Sun Lixiang... Oh! Wang Dabao is even fatter than before, no wonder his family runs a restaurant, he's well-fed and well-nourished! And this person is, is Liu Tietou, tsk! tsk! The former dark charcoal head has become a little white face!" Han Li also climbed up a tree and conducted a roll call of the familiar faces below.