Mortal: Transmigrated into Han Li, becoming a person with five spiritual roots

Han Li bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Of course, of course."

Xiang Zhili stroked his snow-white beard, glanced at the disciples, and said with a smile.

Then, seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Xiang Zhili began to speak in detail.

Han Li then learned the origin of the Crimson Forbidden Land.

Many years ago, the Crimson Forbidden Land was a treasure trove, teeming with rare medicinal herbs and countless birds and beasts.

At first, there was an abundance of medicinal herbs, and the various sects were able to coexist peacefully.

However, with the continuous collection and plundering over the years, the spiritual herbs in the forbidden area gradually decreased, and cultivators from various sects began to fight fiercely for a certain rare spiritual herb.

Until several hundred years ago, the medicinal herbs there could no longer supply the cultivators' needs for cultivation.

A great war broke out between various sects in their struggle for rare medicinal herbs.

It is said that the battle was so fierce that the heavens and earth collapsed.

Countless low-level cultivators died, and even several Core Formation cultivators perished.

After the war, the seven factions of Yue, deeply saddened by the tragedy, were determined not to let such a tragedy happen again. So they joined forces to set up a restrictive array that could only be broken by all seven factions presenting their tokens at the same time.

"After that, every ten years, the seven major sects would each send their Qi Refining cultivators into the Crimson Forbidden Land to obtain precious medicinal herbs."

"As long as you participate in the Crimson Trial, regardless of your gains, you will receive a Foundation Establishment Pill free of charge upon completion."

Xiang Zhili is very good at telling stories. He tells them slowly, and the bloodshed of the past is still vivid in his mind.

"Just by participating, you can get Foundation Establishment Pills?"

Han Li asked.

If that's all there is to it, wouldn't those disciples who can't even establish their foundation be scrambling to get in?

"These Foundation Establishment Pills aren't so easy to obtain. In the past, only three or four out of ten disciples who entered the Crimson Forbidden Land survived!"

Xiang Zhili reminded him.

"Three or four out of ten? Could it be that there are some powerful demonic beasts in this blood-red forbidden land?"

Another disciple asked.

"No, fellow disciples, do you know that in this cultivation world, apart from demonic beasts, the only things that can cause death and the dissipation of one's cultivation are demonic beasts?"

"There is still humanity."

Xiang Zhili stroked his white beard and spoke slowly, his eyes as calm as an abyss.

"Perhaps the person who calls you brother today could turn against you with a sword tomorrow."

"The secrets behind it can only be understood through personal experience."

Those present were not stupid; how could they not understand such straightforward words?

Silence fell over the attic.

Some of them already showed signs of wanting to back down.

Breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage would allow one to live a carefree life for another two hundred years, and one could enter the Crimson Forbidden Land. But what if one were to die? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

"So, if there's a chance to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, who wouldn't risk their life?"

Xiang Zhili sighed, taking in the expressions of everyone around him.

"Indeed! Cultivation is solely for achieving longevity. If one possessed a Foundation Establishment Pill, who would risk entering the Crimson Forbidden Land?"

The disciple who asked the question echoed this sentiment.

"But we all come from humble backgrounds, and there are many powerful and influential disciples in the valley. When will it be our turn to receive the Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"At this critical moment, only by fighting to the death can we have a glimmer of hope."

Beside Han Li, a middle-aged disciple in his thirties or forties spoke with a resolute expression.

Han Li vaguely remembered that this person's surname was Zhang, and that he was dashing and charming in his youth, and had also been accompanied by beautiful women.

But later, her Daoist partner ran away and became the concubine of a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the valley.

He was devastated and heartbroken upon hearing this, and became depressed for a time.

Now, I've finally mustered my spirits and am determined to fight against this heaven.

"Senior Brother Zhang, even if you manage to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill by chance, is it guaranteed that you will be able to establish your foundation? Just a few days ago, Senior Brother Li from the Pill Cauldron Hall died because he failed to establish his foundation."

"He had no descendants, and all his life savings went to his sect, ultimately benefiting others."

Upon hearing these words, the emotions that had just been ignited in the attic sank once again.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

Han Li did not participate in their verbal sparring and thanked Xiang Zhili.

"No problem." Xiang Zhili regained his cheerful expression, completely unaffected.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

......

Stepping on the green leaf magic artifact, Han Li left the Qingfeng Mountain pavilion.

He resisted the urge to look back.

For some reason, Xiang Zhili always gave him a strange feeling.

"Could it be that he's concealing his cultivation level?"

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Han Li shook his head, dismissing the idea.

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

After Han Li left, a voice came from the empty pavilion.

"An interesting kid."

.....

Therefore, Han Li must make a trip to the Crimson Forbidden Land.

The main ingredient of the Foundation Establishment Pill can only be found in the Crimson Forbidden Land.

There is still some time before the Crimson Forbidden Land opens.

Before that, Han Li needed to make some preparations.

......

In the world of cultivation, a cultivator's strength depends not only on their own cultivation level, but also on their wealth, companions, methods, and location.

Han Li couldn't possibly kidnap a Daoist partner and force her to participate in the trial.

The only option now is to go to the market and buy some religious artifacts and treasures.

Three years after entering Huangfeng Valley, Han Li was still using the standard magical artifacts given to him by the sect when he entered.

Among them, the Blazing Sun Sword and the Cold Moon Blade are only low-grade magic weapons.

Using it for magical combat is indeed a bit too much for some powerful weapons.

.......

late at night.

Han Li, dressed in black night clothes and wearing a bamboo hat and mask, quietly left the Hundred Herbs Garden.

Now, he has become increasingly adept at caution, as if it were an extension of his own arm.

The fate of Wan Xiaoshan back then is still vivid in my mind.

......

Huangfeng Valley has many markets and towns under its jurisdiction, and Han Li deliberately chose one that was neither too far nor too close.

They can return to the sect in time without being easily recognized.

Concealing his cultivation level, Han Li entered the market through the north gate.

This market town, while not large among all the others, is certainly not small either.

Most of the businesses in the market are managed by disciples of Huangfeng Valley, while the other half are rented out to various factions.

"Seven Treasures Pavilion".

"Tiangong Tower".

"Yinfengzhai"

......

This was Han Li's first time visiting the market. Although he had done his research beforehand, he was still momentarily captivated by its prosperity, having not left the valley for three years.

If the Mo family were to make him marry into their family now, it's uncertain whether he could resist the temptation.

Thinking of the Mo family, Han Li immediately thought of Mo Caihuan, her gentle yet charming face, and the thin mist.

"I don't know if we'll ever meet again in this lifetime."

Han Li shook his head. There was a difference between immortals and mortals, and he tried to forget all of this.

......

"Wanbaolou".

Upon seeing the name, Han Li's heart stirred, and he went inside.

As soon as Han Li entered Wanbaolou, he smelled a unique fragrance that invigorated him.

On the first floor of Wanbaolou, several young women were busy at work.

As soon as Han Li entered, a pretty girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old immediately came to greet him.

"Sir, what would you like to buy?"

The woman exuded a certain immature charm in her every move.

Although Han Li had never eaten pork, he had seen fine bran, so he was unaffected.

"Do you have any top-tier magical artifacts for sale?"

Han Li changed his voice, making it low and unreadable.

"A top-tier magical artifact! This..."

The woman was taken aback when he immediately asked about top-tier magical artifacts.

"I've been teaching you all this time, and now look what's happened! You can't even recognize our VIPs."

As they were talking, a middle-aged man with a short beard came down from the second floor, his face showing a shrewd and calculating look.

"Haha, sir, I am the manager of Wanbaolou. May I ask your honorable name and which school of martial arts you belong to?"

"A mere rogue cultivator, enduring countless storms."