Han Clan Immortals: I have a hundredfold energy-gathering bottle

"The beast tide of Mengtan Mountain..."

Just before entering the market, Han Chilu had discussed this matter with him.

It has actually happened now, a self-fulfilling prophecy.

"It just so happens to be at this time."

Upon hearing this news, even Han Jieliu, with his strong personality, was shaken.

It's too much of a coincidence that our family suffered such a disaster so soon after we left.

However, he did not doubt the authenticity of the matter, after all, Han Chilu's behavior must have already verified the authenticity of the message.

Han Chilu handed over a piece of paper with messy handwriting, clearly written hastily.

It was the letter of appeal sent by Han Jieyu, exactly as Han Chilu had just said.

Han Jieliu read it and remained silent for a moment.

Currently, Elder Chijun of Dingshan Hall is seriously injured, and Han Jieyu, who has only recently joined the sect, is still unfamiliar with magic.

He would probably struggle to deal with even a single demon beast of the same level, let alone be fit for the task.

Han Jin took his sword and went to fight the mid-stage Qi Refining demon. His fate was uncertain.

Of the righteous cultivators in the family, only Han Chiting was still managing to hold things together, and the situation was already precarious.

"Uncle Lu, you should continue to lead the young men to train in the market."

"Don't leave these next few days; I'm going home for a visit."

"If you do not receive my message after five days, abandon all thoughts of your business and returning home, and take your descendants towards the Wang family."

There are rules and regulations in the family, but there are no specific guidelines for what to do in case of an emergency.

The judgment is left to the person with the highest cultivation level. This applies to both the family and the training teams that go out for training. That's why Han Chilu came to him.

Han Jieliu is now an elder of the clan and can make decisions on all matters. He quickly made a decision and then said.

Upon hearing this, Han Chilu was taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

Having been at home for so long, how could he not understand Han Jieliu's meaning? He simply nodded and said with concern.

"Jieliu, be careful. If the beast tide becomes too strong, you may need to take refuge temporarily..."

Han Jieliu nodded, then thought for a moment and said.

"If the situation at home is truly hopeless, uncles and elders should find a way to avoid the Yuan family's sight, lest they have the intention to wipe them out."

"If we are left with no way out, we can rely on Li Mingjin to help us escape."

"He is cunning and treacherous, but also greedy and scheming. If I am in no trouble, he will surely weigh the pros and cons before he wants to befriend me."

After saying this, Han Jieliu looked at the sky; it was already close to evening.

The sky was a hazy yellow, with faint glimmers of sunset glow peeking through.

He said no more, bid farewell to Han Chilu, and found the exit of the market.

It stirred up a pent-up wind, discerned its direction, and rode the wind away.

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At the foot of Huannan Ridge, beside Jiaoyu Road, stands a city of considerable size.

It was the mortal city built by the Gaowang Yuan family—Gaowang City.

The Yuan family's territory was the largest, and it had the most mortals under its jurisdiction, making it very prosperous, regardless of whether they were immortals or mortals.

Furthermore, this city is situated on the Jiaoyu Road, which connects the north and south and links Donggu County and Leijun City below.

Because of its rugged terrain and abundant resources, the area was constantly bustling with merchants and travelers, resulting in astonishing wealth.

In the city of Gaowang, in the main hall of government.

It was nighttime, but the main hall was still lit up with firelight.

A middle-aged man with narrow eyes was sitting quietly on it, writing documents.

The curtain was silently parted, causing the candlelight on the table to flicker and the shadows to sway.

A young man entered the hall, bowed respectfully, and said...

"Father."

After the guards in the hall had all retreated, Yuan Chenglu opened his eyes, which were like the mouth of a owl, and put down his pen, speaking gently.

"Shu'er, it's been a long time. You've finally come down from the mountain."

"Yes, Father."

"This time, the main branch ordered me and Elder Chenghou to go to the outskirts of Jianzhu Mountain to investigate the true nature of the beast tide."

Judging from the boy's aura, he had only recently formed his Qi, and was even a little younger than Han Jieyu.

The boy seemed to have not descended the mountain since breaking through to the Qi Refining stage, so his expression showed some excitement, as if he were looking forward to something.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Chenglu spoke calmly and continued.

"Does Uncle Chenghu know that you went down the mountain?"

Yuan Xingshu's excited expression immediately dimmed, and he fell silent for a moment, muttering softly.

"Never."

Yuan Chenglu was not surprised by the result. He sighed softly and looked at his son.

"I'll go tell my uncle about this tomorrow and let him make a decision. It's a big deal, so it would be best if he could get the assignment rejected."

"Now all you need to do is cultivate as quickly as possible and break through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining."

"Yes."

Seeing that his father had said this, Yuan Xingshu dared not say anything more and could only agree.

"It's been three years since we broke through to Qi Refining, and it's been quite a while since we last saw each other."

"Come to the front of the hall and find a place to sit down."

Hearing that his father didn't seem to be blaming him, the boy breathed a sigh of relief, his expression finally relaxing considerably.

He bowed once, then stepped forward and sat down at Yuan Chenglu's table.

"You practice the fourth-grade cultivation method in your family, the 'Wu Gen Bing Zhao Jing,' and this 'De Zi Yan Tu' (Nourishing and Extending Earth) technique, was it found for you by your uncle?"

Yuan Chenglu recognized the aura and asked softly.

"My father's wisdom is a gift from my uncle."

Yuan Xingshu nodded, revealing a hint of understanding, as if the godfather could see things more clearly in person.

"Yes, this [Deziyan Soil] is extremely precious and suitable for your path. It's not something you can get for less than a hundred spirit stones."

"I have no spiritual apertures and know that I have no way to cultivate, so I manage the household and handle clan affairs."

"In the past, the rise and fall of my lineage depended entirely on Cheng Hu. Fortunately, he lived up to expectations and cultivated to the mid-stage of Qi Refining, which allowed us to have some peace for a time."

"You have good talent and can reach the middle stage of cultivation. You can inherit his mantle and are the future hope of our lineage."

"I am but a mortal, and my lifespan is short. I will find it difficult to attend to everything in the future. If there are any things I do not understand or things that are difficult to handle, I must first discuss them with my uncle. He will certainly not harm you."

Yuan Chenglu looked at Yuan Ruoxuan, who was dressed in a Dharma robe and sitting respectfully in front of her, and whispered her instructions.

My son possesses spiritual abilities. After being discovered by the head of the clan, he returned to his family's sacred mountain, Gaowang Mountain, to cultivate with others.

Having seen and experienced little of the world, one's mind is inevitably too straightforward and simplistic, and one is completely unaware of the power struggles within one's family.

"I have remembered your words, Father."

Yuan Xingshu raised his head, as if recalling some rumors, and suddenly frowned slightly as he asked.

"Father, I heard that a Qi Refining cultivator from the Han family has returned from that upper sect and is now serving as a clan elder. Could this affect our family's plans?"

Upon hearing this, a somewhat unfathomable look appeared in Yuan Chenglu's eyes, swirling around for a moment.

He shook his head and looked at the table beside the hall.

The candlelight burned away the inexplicable emotions in his eyes, turning them into specks of black ink that fell onto his brushstrokes.

Yuan Chenglu picked up a pen, wrote something down, and said softly.

"Although the cultivation methods, techniques, and even artifacts of the upper sect are far superior to those of our small clans that live in the remote southern mountains, even if their cultivation levels are similar, their foundations are worlds apart."

"But after all, his cultivation level is only at the early stage of Qi Refining. My Yuan family has many mid-stage cultivators. The gap in cultivation level is significant and cannot be easily overcome."

"Besides, my home is located in various towns in the south, as well as by the Guanglu Lake. The Han family is the kind of family that waits patiently for an opportunity and does not provoke us. Why should we bother with them?"

"Once the grand plan is successful, his family will naturally have no choice but to submit and pay tribute."