Mortal: Li Feiyu, who came from the realm of a supreme being

The room was filled with the smell of medicine.

Doctor Mo's withered fingers rested on Han Li's wrist, his eyes filled with undisguised greed and anticipation. After years of planning, today was finally the day to reap the rewards.

Han Li lowered his eyes and let him take his pulse.

He could feel the slight tremor in the other person's fingertips. It wasn't nervousness, but excitement, like a hungry wolf smelling blood.

It's now!

Just as Doctor Mo was focused on checking Han Li's progress in the Longevity Technique, Han Li suddenly flipped up his left hand, which was resting under the pulse pillow!

His five fingers instantly turned crimson red like branding irons, as if magma was flowing beneath his skin, carrying a terrifying aura that could pierce through metal and stone, and went straight for Doctor Mo's heart!

"Crimson Golden Lock Hand!"

This is a vicious fire-based move that Li Feiyu gave him half a year ago, which melts gold and forges iron, burning internal organs and scorching filth!

Dr. Mo's pupils suddenly contracted!

He never imagined that this boy, who had been as docile as a lamb for the past four years, would suddenly launch an attack at this distance and at this time!

But the title "Ghost Hand" wasn't given lightly. Instinct, fading with life, outpaced thought; Doctor Mo's other withered hand instantly glowed with a dark silver light, its five fingers forming claws, forcefully severing Han Li's wrist!

"laugh--!"

The crimson and dark silver clashed, producing a sharp, piercing sound as the branding iron plunged into water.

Doctor Mo groaned, feeling a strange, scorching surge of true energy rushing wildly into his arm's meridians! The true energy was extremely domineering, and wherever it passed, the meridians felt as if they had been scalded by lava, causing excruciating burning pain.

"You—!" Doctor Mo's eyes were bloodshot, and he struck Han Li heavily with his Demon Silver Hand, knocking him away.

Han Li's attack was premeditated, and his true energy had reached its peak. However, his body was actually weak, and the insidious palm force of the Demon Silver Hand penetrated directly into his body.

Doctor Mo was also suffering, as the Crimson True Qi was like a bone-deep infection, rushing along his arm straight to his heart!

"Iron Slave!" Doctor Mo roared hoarsely, shaking a bell at the same time.

The mysterious masked man guarding the door suddenly sprang up and charged at Han Li like a bull!

Han Li had anticipated this, and he unleashed the "Luo Yan Step" under his feet, his figure drifting backward like smoke and mist. At the same time, he reached out with his left hand again, wanting to deliver another blow to completely injure Doctor Mo.

But the masked man was too fast.

That burly body unleashed a speed far exceeding that of its former self, its palms closing like iron gates, sealing off all of Han Li's paths of advance and retreat.

Han Li was forced to change his tactics, and his crimson palm clashed with Tie Nu's.

Although this move is ruthless and domineering, it is only the culmination of accumulated energy. When this move is truly mastered, the palm should turn black when activating the energy.

But now, he has made the first move, and is still recovering his energy. He hasn't even gathered his fire energy yet, so he is already at a disadvantage.

"Bang!"

Han Li was sent flying backward, crashing into the medicine cabinet, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood welled up in his mouth, but he swallowed it back down.

This mysterious person's strength has exceeded his expectations!

At this moment, Doctor Mo had staggered back to the wall, his face as pale as paper.

He pressed his right arm tightly, and beneath the skin of his entire arm, a crimson line of fire was rapidly spreading upwards, scorching the muscles in its path and emitting faint wisps of smoke and a burnt smell.

"Sealing the acupoints...it didn't work?!" Doctor Mo was horrified to discover that the scorching true energy didn't follow the normal meridians at all, but instead darted around in the gaps between muscles and bones, extremely insidious and unpredictable.

There wasn't time to think it through.

A ruthless glint flashed in Doctor Mo's eyes. He reached down to his waist with his left hand, drew a short blade, and slashed at his own right shoulder without hesitation!

"Sizzle—!"

The entire right arm was severed at the shoulder, and it was charred black when it hit the ground, with the skin and flesh rolled up and emitting a pungent burnt smell.

Doctor Mo groaned, pressing several acupoints on his chest to stop the bleeding, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He looked up at Han Li, his eyes filled with boundless resentment and... a trace of fear.

"Good...good!" Doctor Mo gasped for breath, laughing maniacally. "I never thought you'd have time to practice such bizarre and evil martial arts...I really underestimated you!"

Han Li propped himself up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and felt a dark cloud hanging over him.

Failed.

He had used all his strength in that attack. If Doctor Mo had reacted half a breath slower, the Crimson Refining True Qi would have penetrated his heart, and the outcome would be decided at this moment.

But the other party was too shrewd, and their decision to cut off their arm to save their life was too swift.

"Iron Slave, restrain him!" Doctor Mo shouted sternly.

The Iron Slave pounced again. This time, Han Li dared not meet the attack head-on. He unleashed the full power of his Luo Yan Step, dodging and weaving in the cramped room. But the Iron Slave was tireless and possessed astonishing strength. Several near-misses left Han Li's back drenched in cold sweat.

Finally, due to a moment of carelessness, the Iron Slave's giant hand gripped Han Li's Jianjing acupoint. Its five fingers were as hard as iron. Han Li's whole body stiffened, and it felt as if his collarbone had been pierced by an iron hook. He could no longer muster any strength and was firmly suppressed.

At the same time, the Iron Slave had his other hand locked around his throat.

As a feeling of suffocation washed over him, Han Li felt a chill run through him.

He lost!

Doctor Mo staggered over, placed his withered hand on his pulse, and roughly probed the foundation of his Everlasting Spring Kung Fu.

"The fourth level... Good disciple, you really did it! Hahaha..." Doctor Mo murmured, a flash of disappointment in his eyes, which was then replaced by madness, "Excellent, excellent!"

Han Li's mind raced, and he felt a pang of regret.

I lost my composure just now. If I had waited until Doctor Mo was fully focused on his technique and completely unprepared before launching my attack, perhaps...

No, judging from Doctor Mo's ruthless act of cutting off his arm to save his life, as long as the Crimson Golden Lock Hand failed to kill him in one blow, he had a backup plan.

It seems that in the future, we must think more carefully, plan before we act, and be extremely cautious in our actions!

But how do we get through this current hurdle?

Doctor Mo had sealed several of his acupoints, completely immobilizing him. Then he began taking out a jumble of random things from the cabinet and arranging them on the floor.

It was a strange, blood-red array; the talismans spontaneously combusted upon touching the ground, transforming into dark red patterns that spread outwards.

As Doctor Mo made the arrangements, he kept an eye on Han Li's reaction. Seeing that Han Li did not show the panic and fear he had expected, a surge of anger rose in his heart for no reason.

"Do you know how much I hate that look on your face? You're just a wet behind the ears, yet you always act like you're so confident and that everything is under your control," Doctor Mo said coldly, making no attempt to hide his disgust for Han Li.

"Oh, really? It's my honor to be disgusted by Elder Mo. I think I will definitely continue to carry forward this advantage in the future." Han Li stopped being silent and retorted with sarcastic words, hoping to make the other party reveal some flaws through his words.

Unfortunately, his plan failed. Although Doctor Mo had cut off his own arm and his formation movements were even more sluggish, he was not swayed by his emotions.

Dr. Mo said no more.

He shakily raised a strangely shaped short blade, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Han Li watched helplessly as the blade slowly descended, pointing directly at his head. He could feel the chill in his hair. He closed his eyes, a wave of regret washing over him—if only he had known this would happen, he should have asked Senior Brother Li for help…

"Pfft."

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

Han Li trembled, but felt no pain.

He opened his eyes in astonishment and was shocked to see that the strange blade was deeply embedded in Doctor Mo's own left shoulder, with only the tip of the ghost head trembling slightly outside. Strangely, not a single drop of blood seeped from the wound.

Doctor Mo's face contorted for a moment, then he grinned and hissed, "Young man... you're fearless in the face of danger, you have guts... Of all the 'heroes' I've seen in the past, with a blade to their throats... which one didn't kneel?"

Han Li's Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't speak.

Doctor Mo no longer looked at him; his right hand moved swiftly—one strange blade after another pierced his body: his right shoulder, both legs, his lower abdomen, his chest…

Seven blades were attached to his body.

From a distance, the withered old man looked as if he had been nailed to the spot by a flurry of blades, a sight that was both eerie and terrifying.

Han Li felt a chill run down his spine, knowing this was the prelude to some kind of evil technique. He tried to break through the acupoint blockage with the true energy of the "Longevity Technique," but as soon as his body trembled slightly, Tie Nu's large hand on his shoulder immediately increased its pressure, and his bones cracked softly, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Doctor Mo sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

The indoor temperature dropped sharply.

The muscles in his face began to twitch uncontrollably, his whole body trembled violently, and a beast-like growl escaped from deep within his throat. The ghostly mist that had appeared a year ago resurfaced—thicker and darker than before, like a tangible mask covering his entire face.

Several jet-black tentacles, smooth and sticky, emerged from the mist and danced wildly in the air.

Doctor Mo made a strange lotus seal with one hand, his lips moved rapidly, and under the urging of a silent incantation, the ghostly mist on his face suddenly boiled! More tiny tentacles emerged, baring their fangs and claws, as if trying to stop something.

When the black fog reached its thickest point, Doctor Mo suddenly opened his eyes—

Even through the thick fog, Han Li could still see the cold divine light burning like will-o'-the-wisps in those eyes.

"Seven Ghosts Devour Souls!" Doctor Mo shouted, announcing the name of the secret technique he was using.

Just now.

"boom--!"

The wooden door exploded!

A figure in black shot in like an arrow, bringing with it a biting cold wind.

Dr. Mo looked up in shock: "Who?!"

Li Feiyu landed and glanced around—Han Li, who was being restrained by Tie Nu and looked bewildered; Doctor Mo, whose arm was severed and riddled with short daggers, looking quite pitiful; as well as the array on the ground and the sinister aura permeating the air.

"Tsk." He spoke calmly, "Junior Brother Han, I didn't disturb your late-night conversation, did I?"

"Senior Brother Li!" Han Li was overjoyed at having escaped a desperate situation.

"Iron Slave, kill him!" Doctor Mo roared hoarsely.

Tie Nu released Han Li and turned to pounce on Li Feiyu. His burly body unleashed terrifying speed, his palms striking together like millstones, creating a whistling wind.

Li Feiyu neither dodged nor avoided.

He didn't move until the Iron Slave was about a foot away from him.

It wasn't a direct hit, nor a dodge, but rather a half-step to the side, the right hand darting out like a nimble snake, gently resting on the wrist where the Iron Slave's momentum was strongest. A pull, a guide, the movement flowing like clouds and water, perfectly natural.

This is precisely the Tai Chi technique of using minimal force to deflect a great weight!

Iron Slave's ferocious forward momentum was deflected by this pull, and he was like an out-of-control boulder, rushing towards the open door!

"Thump—!"

Water splashed everywhere.

Iron Slave rushed out the door and plunged headfirst into the deep lake in front of the house.

The lake was quite deep, and although the corpse puppet was incredibly strong, it had no intelligence and couldn't swim. It struggled clumsily in the water, splashing water everywhere, and couldn't climb ashore for a while.

Dr. Mo was dumbfounded.

When he forged the Iron Slave, he deliberately enhanced its strength and physique, making it impossible for ordinary martial artists to withstand its attacks. But this young man in blue... actually used such a bizarre method to "throw" the Iron Slave directly into the lake?

Li Feiyu didn't even glance at the struggling iron slave in the lake before stepping into the blood array.

"Stop!" Doctor Mo shouted sharply, his left hand forming a hand seal. The blood array on the ground suddenly lit up with red light, and several blood lines shot up like venomous snakes, wrapping around Li Feiyu's feet.

A golden light flickered in Li Feiyu's eyes.

With his eyesight opened, he could clearly see the trajectory of spiritual energy flowing within the blood lines. His footwork was delicate and ever-changing, his body like a swimming fish, and he passed through the dense gaps in the blood lines unharmed.

At the same time, his right palm, like a knife, slashed towards a certain spot on the edge of the blood array—

"puff!"

A talisman buried underground shattered. The blood array's red light flickered violently, then dimmed slightly.

"How do you know the key to the formation?!" Doctor Mo was horrified. He made another hand seal, and several more arrows of blood shot out.

Li Feiyu did not answer, his figure flashing, each finger shattering a talisman. After seven steps, the red light of the blood array completely extinguished, and the sinister aura dissipated.

"No...it's impossible..." Doctor Mo staggered backward, leaning against the wall, his eyes filled with despair and madness. "My life's work, how can it all be ruined in an instant! Yu Zitong, what are you waiting for!"

"Since you old ghost can't do it, then let me do it!" It ignored Doctor Mo and pounced on Han Li!

"Yu Zitong! You—" Doctor Mo was shocked and furious, but it was too late to stop him.

The gray shadow moved with incredible speed, instantly disappearing into Han Li's brow.

Han Li shuddered violently, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.

Li Feiyu frowned, flashed to catch Han Li, and checked his pulse—it was chaotic and disordered, as if two soul forces were fighting in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He looked up at Doctor Mo.

Dr. Mo was now slumped on the ground, barely breathing.

"Heh...heh..." Doctor Mo stared at the unconscious Han Li, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "The path to immortality...is so close...I'm so unwilling..."

His voice faded, his head lolled to the side, and he died.