Mortal: Fellow Daoist! May I borrow your essence for a moment?

"What! He's not affected by Yu Zitong at all!"

"Li Feiyu! Who exactly are you?!" Mo Juren's breathing became rapid, and his pupils constricted.

"Who am I?"

"Master Mo, don't you understand now?"

Li Feiyu chuckled softly, then suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing within them!

Yu Zitong's remnant soul was instantly forced out.

The next moment, a large hand gripped the remnant soul tightly.

Li Feiyu's demonic power circulated within his body.

Under the shocked gazes of Mo Juren and Han Li.

Yu Zitong's remnant soul was instantly refined!

There is no trace of him left in the world.

"Immortal! You are an immortal!" Mo Juren laughed heartily, half-mad and half-crazy.

But as he laughed, tears began to fall.

"I never imagined that I, Mo Juren, would be defeated by a true immortal after all my painstaking efforts and scheming throughout my life."

"I hate it! I hate it! I hate it so much!"

He laughed bitterly in despair, and cried out in a desolate voice, "Why can immortals roam freely across the heavens and earth, while we mortals are relegated to being frogs at the bottom of a well!"

Upon hearing this, Li Feiyu was shaken.

For Mo Juren, an ordinary person, to have achieved this level of accomplishment is already quite remarkable.

However, there is a difference between immortals and mortals. Without spiritual roots, he was destined to be unable to embark on the path to immortality and witness the magnificent journey of immortals.

The world of cultivators is just that real, just that cruel.

No matter how hard ordinary people try, they cannot overcome the mountains in between.

Mo Juren was like this, as was his daughter Mo Caihuan, and so were countless ordinary people.

Fortunately, Li Feiyu, who was one of them, was different.

Because... he has cheat codes!

"If I were to spread my demonic powers throughout the world, what would become of this world?"

Li Feiyu muttered to himself, seemingly lost in thought.

With his Devouring Heaven Demon Art, he naturally wouldn't have to worry about spiritual roots.

Because his spiritual roots are everywhere in the world, not just in the south.

He was not troubled by the methods or resources.

Because his techniques and resources are all over the world.

As the saying goes, with demonic powers in hand, one can rule the world. The Devouring Heaven Demonic Art created by the Ruthless Great Emperor is just that domineering.

It's no wonder that she and her successors are universally hated and feared by the world.

But this is in a world where resources are scarce and ordinary people have no hope of advancement.

If the demonic arts were to be passed down through generations, then outstanding individuals like Mo Juren would have a chance to stand out.

Furthermore, their ability to rise to power through demonic arts was also of great benefit to Li Feiyu.

Because the demonic arts he passed down must have been partially withheld.

No matter how much others cultivate, in the end they are nothing more than a furnace or cauldron!

However, after only a moment's thought, Li Feiyu abandoned this plan.

Because this matter is of great importance, the Devouring Heaven Demon Art is truly astonishing.

Once it is released, all martial arts techniques will inevitably attract the attention of powerful individuals.

If someone traces the clues back to him, Li Feiyu will be in deep trouble.

"The demonic power is too overpowered. I'll wait until I reach the Nascent Soul stage before using it to cultivate a furnace if needed."

"After all, with demonic arts at my disposal, it won't take me long to condense my nascent soul."

He shook his head, cutting off Mo Juren's last chance of survival.

The bloodstains on his body made Han Li sigh.

"Han Li is my disciple."

Mo Juren suddenly changed in his last moments before death.

It seems that it was because they already knew their fate.

At this moment, Mo Juren became more open and frank: "I left you a letter that can help you."

"I have been away from home for many years, leaving my wife and daughters alone in Jiayuan City."

"Then you'll take care of them after I die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Juren's hunched body slowly collapsed.

Han Li was left standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"Brother Han, you are at least a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining."

"How could I be so pathetic in front of a mere mortal today?"

Looking at Paopao's somewhat dazed and cute behavior, Li Feiyu teased.

"Brother Li, is my cultivation level very high?" Han Li asked, puzzled.

"Of course, it's at least taller than I am now."

"What?!"

Han Li looked at his hands with disbelief on his face.

"Alright, Brother Han, you have the poison of the Demon Cloud Hand in your body."

"Mo Juren must have already left you a method for dealing with this poison."

"Of course, I can solve it for you too."

"It all depends on whether Brother Han is willing to agree to one of my conditions," Li Feiyu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Han Li quickly checked his entire body and soon discovered the hidden tricks Mo Juren had left on him.

"Brother Li, please tell me your conditions."

"My life was given to me by you, brother. If only you could cure me of the poison."

"I, Han Li, am willing to go through fire and water without hesitation!"

He wisely bowed deeply to Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu not only started helping him a long time ago, but also saved his life from Mo Juren and Yu Zitong.

While Han Li's words contained a request, they also revealed his true feelings.

"Brother Han, you've been in God's Hand Valley for so long, you may not know this."

"Brother, I was recently harassed by a bitch and had no choice but to kill her."

"Who would have thought that this woman was actually from the Ye family of Qinye Ridge?"

"I'm afraid it won't be long before the Ye family's pursuers arrive in Jingzhou."

"Now that things have come to this, I have no other choice but to live and die alongside Brother Han, facing the Ye family's pursuers together..."

"etc."

Before Li Feiyu could finish speaking, Han Li quickly cupped his hands and said:

"Brother Li, you have already helped me more than enough."

"I'd better figure out how to deal with the poison in my body myself, so I won't trouble you, brother."

Upon hearing this, Li Feiyu's face immediately fell.

"Brother Han, are you sure?"

"Brother Li, I..." Han Li hesitated, unable to make a decision.

After a long pause, Li Feiyu sighed, "Alright."

"However, as my elder brother has said beforehand, the situation is critical in this great battle."

"I need a large quantity of spiritual herbs, especially those that are over five hundred years old."

"Brother Han, why don't you prepare things for your elder brother?"

Upon hearing this, Han Li felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat involuntarily poured down his face.

"Brother Li, what are you saying? I don't understand."

"I am merely a disciple of Elder Mo; how could I possibly possess so many spiritual herbs?"

"Brother Han."

Li Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, pacing around Han Li, making Han Li's eyelids twitch.

How do you feel about how your older brother treats you?

"My elder brother treats me extremely well, of course."

"But your elder brother treats you like a brother, yet you treat him like a fool."

"Do you think that Mo Juren didn't know you've been secretly cultivating spiritual herbs with that little green bottle all these years? Do you think I, a cultivator, don't know?"

In an instant, something earth-shattering happened.

Han Li stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

He tried his best to suppress his emotions, but his deepest secret was ruthlessly exposed at that moment.

He remained frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time.

"So Brother Li knew all this."

He forced a smile, revealing a smile that was more painful than crying.

"That's natural."

"If that's the case, why doesn't my elder brother take my little green bottle and keep this opportunity for himself?" Han Li asked, puzzled.

"Brother Han, since you respectfully address me as your elder brother, how could I, Li Feiyu, as your elder brother, possibly steal from my own brother?"

Li Feiyu said slowly, "However, let me make this clear from the start: the little green bottle is your destiny, and as your older brother, I naturally have no ulterior motives."

"But if our elder brother needs spiritual herbs, you can't make excuses or refuse, can you?"

Upon hearing this, Han Li finally felt relieved: "I leave everything to you, elder brother."