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

Although Li Feiyu wasn't entirely confident about the revised technique, he didn't get bogged down in details. He only had one copy of the "Eternal Spring Technique," and this revision was entirely based on this fundamental wood-based technique.

If this unique reference point truly causes a major flaw in the technique, making it impossible to cultivate further, then it is by no means a matter of his skill level, but rather a limitation imposed by circumstances.

When revising a cultivation method, one should consult various sources and draw on the strengths of many, but unfortunately, he only has this one book, so this is all he can do.

Between meditation sessions, I calculated the days, and realized that the years in the mountains had quietly slipped by, and autumn had already arrived.

On this day, Li Feiyu stepped out of the cave, and the air was already carrying a refreshing coolness.

It had rained a few days ago, and now the sun is shining, making the mountains and forests look exceptionally fresh, reminiscent of the scene described in the poem "After the rain, the mountains are fresh and clean."

A slight feeling of fatigue from continuous cultivation welled up in his mind, so he decided to go out for a walk and hunt some wild game to improve his meals.

When asked, Han Yunshu also found the days of cultivation somewhat tedious, so she gladly agreed to go along.

Since the two of them were traveling together, they naturally had to go further. To avoid getting completely lost in the mountains again, Li Feiyu packed up the main living supplies this time.

In the past month, they have only gone out once, and hunted a level one demon beast that resembles a bear.

Now, Li Feiyu's cultivation level has reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.

In theory, cultivators at this level can already perform basic "object manipulation" and control flying magical artifacts.

The problem is that he neither knows "object manipulation" nor has any flying artifacts. Despite his high level of skill, he is still unable to soar through the sky.

Back then, Li Feiyu was so focused on asking Han Li for the "Eternal Spring Technique" that he forgot to ask for those basic and practical spells. Han Li probably didn't think of this either, since Li Feiyu wasn't considered a "cultivator" in his eyes at the time, so he naturally overlooked the importance of these "minor techniques".

If one were fortunate enough to meet other cultivators at this moment and exchange ideas, many troubles could be easily resolved.

Han Yunshu and Li Feiyu used the same light-body skill, called "Treading the Moon and Leaving Fragrance," which comes from the legend of Chu Liuxiang.

Of course, all the cultivation techniques that Li Feiyu exchanged were re-edited by Liu Dao according to the relevant settings and the first life system.

This lightness skill was an indispensable divine technique he relied on for survival during his enlightenment period in his previous life, and its exquisiteness far surpasses ordinary martial arts techniques.

Later, perhaps because the Six Paths Space also felt it was too "overpowered," it was removed from the exchange list. Now, used in this vast wilderness, though it cannot fly, it is still incredibly swift, like a ghost.

The two traversed several mountains, only catching a glimpse of a deer-shaped monster in the distance. Unfortunately, after chasing it for over a hundred miles, they were eventually shaken off by the monster using the complex terrain.

Soon after, they found themselves completely lost once again.

The two exchanged a glance and couldn't help but chuckle.

"I suddenly remembered when I was a child, my fourth brother took me and Da Huang into the mountains, hoping to hunt some wild game to add to our meals. In the end, we didn't find any prey, but we lost Da Huang instead," Han Yunshu said with a smile.

"You and Han Li have a very good relationship," Li Feiyu replied.

"Yes, my eldest and second eldest brothers are much older than me. Only my fourth brother is willing to play with me and talk to me." Han Yunshu's eyes showed a look of nostalgia.

"How enviable..." Li Feiyu sighed, as some fragments of the original owner's memories surfaced, making him feel a bit of identification. "When I was a child, the happiest thing was not being beaten by my father."

"Brother Li..."

"Actually, I don't blame him," Li Feiyu shook her head, her tone calm. "I know he gets drunk every time, but he's just drowning his sorrows in alcohol..."

The two strolled leisurely through the mountains and forests, setting aside the tension of their cultivation, and chatting casually to relax their minds.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

Li Feiyu's expression suddenly hardened, and he abruptly looked up at the western sky. He saw a slightly unsteady streak of azure light, its feet resting on a banana leaf-shaped flying artifact, rapidly fleeing towards them. The spiritual light on its body was scattered, and its robes were stained with blood, clearly indicating that it was seriously injured.

About a hundred feet behind, three figures, also stepping on "banana leaves," followed closely behind, encircling and pursuing in a triangular formation. One of them frequently waved his hand, shooting out balls of scorching fireballs that bombarded the protective aura of the fleeing figures ahead, causing bursts of explosions in the air.

Han Yunshu tensed instantly, her gaze immediately shifting to Li Feiyu with an inquiring look. Li Feiyu's lips didn't move, but his telepathic message swiftly reached her ears: "Use the concealment technique I taught you to suppress your qi and blood, and hide your spiritual energy fluctuations!"

Almost at the same time he transmitted his voice, the fleeing cyan figure ahead seemed to run out of spiritual energy. It controlled its flying magic weapon and plunged downwards, landing directly below a cliff not far away, where vines intertwined and rocks were jagged.

Immediately afterwards, its aura vanished completely in Li Feiyu's perception, as if a candle flame had been blown out!

The three pursuing soldiers behind them moved with incredible speed, arriving in just two breaths.

They naturally spotted Li Feiyu and Han Yunshu in the forest below. Their escape light paused, and the three cultivators landed, their gazes sweeping over the two with undisguised scrutiny and impatience. The leader was a middle-aged cultivator with sallow skin and sinister eyes. He spoke directly, his tone cold and harsh, refusing to waste any words:

"Who are you? Have you seen anyone land here?" He didn't care what the two men were doing; he only cared about the whereabouts of his target.

A monk with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face added a vicious threat: "Answer honestly! If you utter even half a lie, I'll make sure your souls are scattered immediately!" His murderous intent was undisguised, and he regarded mortals as worthless.

Li Feiyu immediately lowered his eyes, feigning fear and shrinking back. He clasped his hands and bowed, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke: "Reporting to you immortal masters, I am a hunter from the mountains, and my sister and I got lost here. Just now... just now I did see a beam of light fall from the sky and land over there!" As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed to a dense thicket about several dozen feet away from where the escapee was actually hiding.

Han Yunshu was somewhat taken aback. The hunter's answer was too flawed. Where would two delicate hunters come from in this poor and remote place? And they didn't even have a bow and knife. It was obviously fake!

But then I thought about it again. Li Feiyu said that immortal cultivators regard mortals as worthless. Isn't this a manifestation of that?

The three cultivators were filled with anxiety as they pursued their target, and had absolutely no interest in the background of the two "mortals"—they were truly and purely indifferent.

"Really? Point it out more clearly!" The middle-aged cultivator with the sallow complexion sharpened his eyes and immediately focused his gaze in the direction Li Feiyu pointed, his divine sense also quickly sweeping towards the bushes.

The other two, upon hearing the sound, were also instinctively drawn to it, nervously looking in that direction, trying to find any clues.

In that very instant when the three people's attention and minds were diverted!

Li Feiyu made a move!

Still as a virgin, swift as thunder!

The previously hunched and fearful figure instantly straightened up, like a taut bow released from its tension, bringing with it a gust of evil wind that rushed straight towards the middle-aged cultivator with the scorched yellow skin.

It moved at such a high speed that it left only a faint afterimage in place.

The middle-aged cultivator, being at the ninth level of Qi Refining, was immediately alarmed. He turned around in horror to see a hand looming large before him. He roared, his inner power surging, his protective aura instantly illuminating, and his right hand glowing with a dark light as he hastily prepared to unleash a vicious spell.

However, Li Feiyu's speed far exceeded his expectations. The palm did not directly attack Lingguang, but instead reached out like a snake, its five fingers precisely gripping his right wrist that he had just raised.

"Crack!" A sickening sound of bones dislocating rang out as the middle-aged cultivator's wrist bone was twisted and broken, his magic technique dying in its infancy.

At the same time, Li Feiyu's left hand moved with lightning speed, his fingertips gathering highly concentrated martial arts power and a trace of the strange power of "Myriad Paths of the Forest," swiftly striking several major acupoints under his armpit, on his ribs, and on his shoulder.

The spiritual energy at the fingertips penetrates the body, not through brute force, but by precisely cutting off and disrupting the flow of magical power in specific meridians.

The middle-aged cultivator felt a sudden numbness and tingling in half of his body. The magic power he had gathered dissipated like the receding tide. He groaned and staggered backward. For a moment, he was unable to effectively mobilize his spiritual power, and his combat strength was greatly reduced.

At the same moment, Han Yunshu also moved.

Her target was that monkey-faced monk with a pointed mouth.

In the instant Li Feiyu suddenly attacked, she moved as swiftly as a wisp of smoke brushing against a willow branch, silently approaching his side and rear.

The cultivator reacted a beat slower, just realizing the change on Li Feiyu's side. He was about to cry out and summon his magical artifact when Han Yunshu's palm, imbued with the gentle yet subtly corrosive true energy of the *Nuwa Mending the Heavens Technique*, lightly struck the cultivator's lower back near the Mingmen acupoint. This palm strike was skillfully executed, not aiming for serious injury, but the penetrating true energy pierced a crucial point in the cultivator's magical power circulation like a needle.

The sharp-mouthed cultivator froze, feeling a numbness in his waist as a soft, yin energy entered. The spiritual power flowing into his arm to activate the magic weapon suddenly became stagnant, as if a river had been thrown into a boulder.

He turned his head in shock, only to find Han Yunshu's other hand already flitting like a butterfly across flowers, brushing over the numb tendons in his elbow and the acupoints on the side of his neck where he was holding a hand seal.

A tingling, numb, and distending pain spread instantly. He cried out, his arm hanging limply. The flow of spiritual energy within his body became chaotic and sluggish. Although he was not seriously injured, he could no longer cast spells smoothly for a short period of time.

Finally, the burly, scarred man with a face full of scars fully realized what was happening, and exclaimed in shock and rage, "You're asking for it!"

He reacted the fastest, retreating rapidly as Li Feiyu lunged at the middle-aged cultivator. At the same time, the magical artifact made of banana leaves beneath his feet emitted a burst of spiritual light, preparing to leap into the air and create distance.

He knew that getting close at this moment was extremely disadvantageous.

But after severely injuring the middle-aged cultivator, Li Feiyu did not stop. With a light touch of his toes on the ground, his body shot out diagonally like a cannonball, chasing straight after the scarred strongman.

The burly man was already several feet off the ground. Seeing this, he frantically activated his magical artifact, and at the same time, he opened his mouth and spewed out a foul-smelling black gas, which transformed into several small snakes that lunged at Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu was in mid-air, facing the black snake attacking him. He neither dodged nor avoided it. He simply took a deep breath, his chest bulged slightly, and then he opened his mouth and exhaled!

"go!"

A condensed, almost tangible arrow of energy, faintly golden in color, shot out. It was not a magic spell, but rather a highly compressed martial arts true energy extracted from the inner world, mixed with a mouthful of pure primordial energy! The energy arrow collided with the small black energy snakes, producing a "sizzling" corrosive sound, actually scattering those magic snakes into pieces. Its momentum was slightly reduced, but it still headed straight for the burly man's face.

The burly man was horrified and hurriedly turned his head to dodge, which inevitably slowed his control.

Taking this opportunity, Li Feiyu once again stepped into the air and forcefully approached, shattering the hastily gathered protective spiritual light with one palm, while his other hand, with its five fingers like hooks, accurately gripped his ankle.

"Get down!"

Li Feiyu exhaled and yanked, unleashing a tremendous force that ripped the scarred, burly man off the magical artifact with a scream. Before he could land properly, Li Feiyu spun around, his elbow striking the man's chest and abdomen near the Qihai acupoint with hammer-like force. His other hand then swept across several major acupoints on the man's back, including the Xinlingtai and Jinshuo acupoints.

It's the same technique of cutting off meridians and acupoints, with force penetrating deep, specifically targeting the key points of magical power circulation.

The scarred, burly man fell to the ground, feeling a surge of energy in his chest and abdomen, and a wave of soreness throughout his limbs. His once unrestrained magical power was now as if bound by invisible ropes, making it extremely difficult to circulate. Despite possessing great strength and spiritual power, he could not effectively utilize it, and his face turned red from the strain. He was unable to get up for a moment.

From the moment Li Feiyu began to mislead them, to the moment the three were subdued and rendered ineffective, the entire process took only five or six breaths.

With their terrifying speed far exceeding their opponents' expectations, precise and ruthless close-quarters techniques, and profound understanding of the key points of spiritual energy circulation (thanks to their own cultivation and deduction of techniques), Li Feiyu and Han Yunshu subdued three Qi Refining stage cultivators who paid no attention to mortals in an instant using martial arts methods.

Li Feiyu landed, his breathing steady, as if his swift action had been merely a casual gesture. He no longer looked at the three cultivators on the ground, some groaning in pain, others glaring angrily; instead, his gaze turned to the depths of the vine-covered ground, his voice carrying clearly:

"Have you finished watching the show? Will you come out on your own, or do I need to personally 'invite' you?"