The sky above a remote mountain peak in the Golden Origin Mountain Range was shrouded in dark clouds and drizzling rain.
"Boom!" A thunderous sound was heard!
In the dark clouds in the sky, there was a burst of silver lightning entangling, and a lightning array appeared from it, flashing and disappearing without a trace.
Where the lightning was extinguished, two figures fell together, and with a bang, they smashed into a dense forest on the mountain peak.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
A series of crashing sounds could be heard. Ancient trees that were so thick that it would take several people to wrap their arms around them to wrap their arms around them were broken. The two figures finally stopped rolling and collapsed beside a boulder.
"Master!"
An urgent call sounded. One of the black-clothed girls did not have time to check the injuries on her body, and hurriedly helped the green-robed man beside her up.
"I'm fine. My injuries can still be suppressed. It's just that I've overdrawn my Immortal Spiritual Power and physical strength." The green-robed man wiped the rain off his face and smiled bitterly.
The man was Han Li, who had fled all the way from the Golden Origin Immortal Palace.
"That Qi Mo Zi is really despicable. He took advantage of the fact that Master had just fought with Dongfang Bai and was exhausted …" The Weeping Soul complained, but before it could finish, it was interrupted by Han Li.
"As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. I really didn't expect Qi Mo Zi to come.
It's not safe now. After a short rest, we have to continue our journey. "Han Li took a deep breath and said.
The Weeping Soul didn't say anything and nodded silently.
Han Li took out a medicinal pill and swallowed it. He sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing.
After a while, he opened his eyes, and there was a little more light in his eyes. He stood up from where he was. The Weeping Soul, who was sitting not far away, also hurriedly stood up and came to his side.
"Master, I'm afraid that this time, besides Qi Mo Zi, we have to guard against more pursuers.
Before we attacked the Golden Origin Immortal Palace, Dongfang Bai had contacted a Grand Heavenly Realm existence in the Nine Yuan Temple, and he said that he would send the Lan siblings to hunt us down. "The Weeping Soul said hurriedly.
"The Lan siblings …" Han Li murmured.
"Those two don't seem to be weak. Dongfang Bai doesn't remember much about them, but he trusts them quite a bit," the Weeping Soul Beast added.
"No matter what, we've already killed Dongfang Bai, so there's no need to tangle with them anymore. It's best to leave this place as soon as possible.
The Golden Origin Immortal Palace's forces are mainly concentrated in the western part of the Golden Origin Mountain Range. The central and eastern parts are controlled by many Immortal sects and cultivation families. The forces there are complicated and intertwined. It's convenient for us to hide our tracks. Let's go there first, "Han Li shook his head and said.
"Alright!" The Weeping Soul Beast nodded.
"Weeping Soul, in order to prevent being tracked, I'll temporarily seal my Celestial Spiritual Force and only use my physical strength to travel as fast as possible. I'll do my best to conceal the fluctuations of my Spiritual Force. You stay in the Flowery Branch Paradise for now and recuperate." With that, Han Li waved his hand and a silver door of light opened.
The Weeping Soul Beast didn't say anything after hearing this. It quickly walked through the gate of light and returned to the bamboo house.
After closing the light door, Han Li looked up at the sky. His figure rose from the ground and rushed into the clouds.
…
In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.
In the middle of the Golden Origin Mountain Range, there was an undulating mountain range. It didn't cover a large area and didn't look very eye-catching. It was called Green Silk Valley.
There was an isolated ancient village called Surplus Grain Village. Hundreds of villagers lived there for generations, and they almost never communicated with the outside world.
On this night, the Surplus Grain Village was brightly lit. None of the villagers rested. They all changed into straw raincoats made of green bamboo. They held torches and beat gongs and drums as they carried seven or eight bamboo carriages toward the foot of the dark green mountain behind the village.
All of the bamboo carriages carried an old man with snow-white hair and beard. They all looked muddle-headed and seemed to have one foot in the grave.
The sound of gongs and drums was noisy in the crowd. A tall man in a green robe was among them, and he seemed a little out of place.
He walked side by side with a strong man who was leading the group. He asked, "Village Chief, where are we going?"
The man who was called the village chief looked quite young, but his eyes were a little muddy. He didn't look like a strong man at all.
"Doctor Han, let's go to the White Head Valley at the back of the mountain." Hearing the question of the man in the green robe, the village chief hesitated for a moment and answered.
The person who was called Doctor Han was none other than Han Li, who had been on the run all the way here.
Half a month ago, he came here by chance. He happened to run into a plague in the village, so he treated it. In the end, he was treated as a doctor and stayed in the village to thank him.
Han Li didn't want to stay here, but after staying in the village for two days, he found something very unusual. For example, the village chief in front of him clearly looked to be in his forties, but in fact, he had lived for more than 500 years.
Even though mortals in the Immortal World had a long lifespan, they usually only lived for more than 200 years. It was obviously abnormal that he could live twice as long as an ordinary person without spiritual roots and cultivating immortal skills.
However, what was even more unusual was that there was more than one person who had lived for hundreds of years like the village chief.
"White Head Valley … Why are we going there?" Han Li asked doubtfully.
"This … Forget it, Doctor Han helped us get rid of the plague, so he can be regarded as the savior of our Surplus Grain Village. I won't hide it from you.
Look at the people carried in the bamboo carriage, how old are they? "The village chief stopped and said.
"From his appearance, he should be around 150 years old, right?" Han Li pretended to ponder and guessed.
"Yes, they are indeed around 150 years old, but in fact, they are my juniors. I am now 513 years old." The village chief nodded and said.
"What?" When Han Li heard this, he immediately pretended to be shocked.
"Doctor Han, you don't have to be too surprised. There are people like me in the village, and even older than me." The village chief saw Han Li's expression, smiled, and patted his shoulder.
"Also … Could it be that you guys have obtained some elixir or immortal method?" Han Li asked.
"What elixir or immortal method?
We are all relying on the clear spring in the White Head Valley. "The village chief shook his head and began to walk forward with the group.
"Clear spring?
What spring water can actually make people live so long? "Han Li said in surprise.
"This … I also don't know.
This clear spring is very strange. It will only appear once every hundred years.
Every time it appears, we will carry the dying people into the valley and immerse them in the spring water. After a day and a night, we will pick them up and bring them back. "The village chief said.
"Could it be that by soaking in the spring water, one can be rejuvenated?" Han Li raised his eyebrows and asked.
"If you want to say it like that, it is not wrong, but it is not that simple.
This spirit spring is also sometimes effective. Sometimes it can make a person's hair turn white, and sometimes it can make a person's body turn into rotten bones. Everything still depends on luck. "The village chief said.
"So that's how it is …" Han Li seemed to understand and nodded.
"Doctor Han is now in the prime of his life. You must not try this.
Although this spirit spring can make people grow old, it cannot cure diseases. If there is a serious disease, the people in the village will still die.
The reason why I am telling you all this is because I hope that you can stay in our village and treat everyone's diseases. In the future, we can also enjoy this long life together. "The village chief said.
"Han is a wandering wild doctor. To be recognized by the village chief is really an honor. However, this matter is really not a small matter to me. Let me think about it for a while and then give an answer. How about it?" Han Li said with a difficult expression.
"Haha, no problem, no problem. Doctor Han can think about it." The village chief also said with a smile.
The two of them walked forward with the group and the things they talked about gradually became more and more trivial. The village chief still did not give up and asked who in Han Li's family was and if he had married.
As he said this, he was about to introduce an old lady who was already over a hundred years old but still looked like a young girl to Han Li. This made Han Li not know whether to laugh or cry.
After all, the pace of mortals was too slow. When they arrived at the White Head Valley, the moon was already in the middle of the sky and it was already midnight.
The inside of the valley was silent. On both sides were some rocks that had collapsed from the mountain. Under the hazy moonlight, they looked like strange beasts, appearing somewhat ferocious.
After entering the valley, the atmosphere of the entire group became more and more solemn. Other than the sound of drums and gongs, everyone was silent and their eyes were full of awe.
In the depths of the valley, Han Li saw two incomparably huge rocks that were pressed against each other, forming a herringbone space. Below it was a spring that was less than a hundred feet in radius.
The water inside the spring was incomparably clear. Even under the moonlight and the light of the torches, one could see the green mud and dead leaves at the bottom of the pool, as well as the bubbling spring under a few small Stones in the deepest part of the pool.
Everyone came to the edge of the spring, folded their hands in front of them, and closed their eyes in a praying posture. The village chief began to recite a rather elegant elegy.
While no one was paying attention, Han Li gently hooked his finger and picked up a ball of water from the lake. After holding it in his hand and carefully examining it for a moment, he could not help but frown.
Standing beside the pool, he could faintly feel a faint fluctuation of the law of time coming from the spring. But when he picked up this ball of spring water, he found that it was no different from ordinary water.
While he was puzzled, the village chief had already ordered people to carry the old men down and carefully place them in the pool.
The old men all sat cross-legged with their eyes closed. The spring water had just submerged their chests, creating layers of ripples.
After that, the village chief led everyone and bowed to the spring water three times before leaving the valley together. They only needed to wait one night and one day before coming back to the valley to check the results.
On the way back, there was no more beating of drums and gongs. Everyone was much more relaxed and soon returned to the village.
Han Li said goodbye to the village chief and returned to his hut.
However, less than a quarter of an hour later, a figure flashed out of the hut and instantly disappeared from the village.