Chapter Thirty-Five: Stealing the Secret Manual

  More than ten days later, on a certain afternoon, Han Li secretly slipped out of the Divine Hands Valley to meet with Lü Feng again.

  It's not that he sneaked out, Mo Dafu was already well aware of his frequent outings and didn't interfere at all, letting Han Li come and go as he pleased.

  This careless approach initially made Han Li's heart feel a bit uneasy, wondering what kind of plan the other party had in mind. After entering and exiting several times without being followed, he found that no one was really following him, so he put his mind at ease and went to busy himself with his own affairs.

  After a long time of deliberation, Han Li gradually understood the reason why the other party was so indulgent towards himself.

  Mo Dafu was so tolerant of Han Li, and there were his own difficulties in it.

  Although he used "Corpse Insect Pill" and the lives of his family members as two great locks to suppress Han Li, he also knew that using such a crude method to control others would only fill their hearts with resentment, making them even less willing to cultivate. If he were to further restrict Han Li's freedom of movement, it would be even more counterproductive. After all, Mo Daifu's intention was to let him actively and willingly cultivate the Long Spring Technique, not to bind his hands and feet and force him to cultivate.

  After Han Li understood the cause and effect of this matter, he became even bolder. In the past, he still needed to slightly avoid Mo Daifu's line of sight, entering and exiting the valley with caution, quietly going out, but now he was even more straightforward, not saying a word, swaggering in front of him.

  On the surface, Han Li appears to be carefree and nonchalant, but in reality, he remains cautious and prudent at heart.

  As soon as he walked out of the valley, he applied the Changchun skill, raising his auditory, visual and tactile senses to an unimaginable realm, bringing all active objects within dozens of meters under his control.

  Han Li believed that even if Mo Daifu came to supervise in person, he would still be unable to escape his own tactile surveillance.

  He may not be good at confronting others head-on, but when it comes to mastering the use of his five senses, he has absolute confidence in himself.

  All the way, Han Li carefully avoided the disciples of Xun Shan and entered through a secret passage in the old locust tree, crawling into the vicinity of the small pond where they had met last time.

  As soon as he entered, he saw Li Feiyu's bare feet, sitting by the edge of the water pool.

  He lowered his head, with both bare feet soaking in the icy pond water, "plop" "plop" vigorously pounding the water surface, splashing up colorful droplets everywhere, completely carefree.

  Hearing Han Li's voice, he didn't even lift his head and complained directly:

  "Brother Han, you're getting later and later. Every time I have to wait for more than half a day. Can't you come early just once?"

  "Sorry, I..." Han Li brushed off the dirt on his clothes and was about to explain.

  "Next."

  Li Fei didn't even wait for Han Li to finish speaking, and directly threw a huge package that was hidden behind him at Han Li.

  "What is this? Something delicious?" Han Li was somewhat perplexed, but then he felt the package was hard and heavy, not like something edible.

  "You just know how to eat! Didn't you ask me to bring out the sword manual of Blinking Sword Technique?" Lü Feiyu glared at him, then continued in a serious tone.

  "Is this a sword manual? No way! You didn't put the whetstone from your courtyard in here by mistake, did you?" Han Li looked at the massive object on his wrist, his face full of disbelief.

  "It's so heavy!" He exerted himself with both arms, straining to lift it, and almost lost his balance.

  "Haha!" Lijun couldn't hold it in anymore, opening his mouth wide and laughing wildly, finally laughing so hard he rolled on the ground, getting his clothes covered in grass and mud.

  Han Li looked suspiciously at the other's strange behavior and glanced again at this enormous package.

  Bang!

  He lightly kicked the package with his foot, and it really did feel like a book.

  No longer paying attention to his excited friend beside him, Han Li touched his chin with his hand, puffed out his buttocks and squatted down next to the package.

  For him, trying to guess something that can be known immediately is a stupid waste of mental energy.

  A pair of white and clean palms rested on the knot of the package, ten fingers tightly attached to it, and then slightly bounced up. A blurry finger shadow flickered on the package for a moment, and the tightly tied knot miraculously loosened.

  "Bang! Bang!"

  A burst of applause erupted.

  Han Li did not go to unwrap the package first, but instead turned his head back to look at that big laughing evil friend.

  It was unclear when it started, but Lei Feiyu had already stopped laughing and put on his shoes.

  Now clapping his hands hard, cheering for him desperately, as if he didn't care about the palms of his hands that had been slapped red.

  "Wow! Every time I see you use the 'Silk Hand' technique so skillfully, I feel like it's unbelievable. This martial art seems to be tailor-made for you. From when I taught you until now, it's only been a short two months." Lü Feiyu continued clapping his hands, still exclaiming "Wow!" in admiration.

  "You wouldn't have specially turned a book into such a big package just for me to perform, would you?" Han Li said irritably.

  "Of course not, you'll understand everything once you open the package." Lei Feiyu put away his playful smile and turned serious.

  Han Li saw him suddenly speaking in this tone, his curiosity greatly aroused, turned his head back, and his gaze fell on the package in front of him again.

  She tilted her head slightly, thought for a moment, stretched out her index and middle fingers, gently pinched the corner of the package, and pulled it outward, revealing the object wrapped inside.

  "This is..." Han Li's forehead suddenly broke out in dense, cold sweat, his two eyeballs almost bulging out.

  "What's wrong? Aren't you surprised?" Lü Feiyu slowly walked up to him, patting his shoulder with his hand.

  Han stood up straight, staring directly at the other person, silent for half a beat.

  "What's with that look? I won't be won over so easily!" Li Feiyu teased Han Li with a smile.

  It wasn't until he heard this joke that Han Li seemed to wake up.

  "I want to draw a clear line between us, from now on, let's pretend I don't know you, and you've never seen me before." Han Li shouted in anger.

  "I don't know if I'm seeing things or you've gone mad, but you've actually moved nearly half of the secret books from Qijue Hall here! If the guardians of the hall find out, it'll be hard for us to die!" Han Li pointed at the large pile of secret books in front of him and shouted at Lethal Rain.

  The top left corner of these book covers are uniformly annotated with a brush pen, "Qī Jué Táng Cáng Shū" in eye-catching gold letters.