Still purple, exuding a mysterious charm.
While he could control their color, their shape and size were beyond his influence.
I’ll find a chance to send these along with the... wait, not a Den Den Mushi—Transmission Snail! Yes, that’s the plan.
And where else but Yunjiang—the mystical land where treasures are scattered everywhere!
At dawn, Han traveled alone to Yunjiang, and after completing his errand, he promptly returned to Taolin.
“Aunt Mo! My dear Aunt Mo!”
Han called out, holding a Transmission Snail in one hand and the Heart Wings in the other.
Lu Qingmo, hearing his exaggerated enthusiasm, felt something was off but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.
“What is this?” she asked.
“Something great,” Han replied, brimming with excitement as he eagerly explained.
"So, it works like this... and this..."
Lu Qingmo’s expression changed subtly as she carefully examined the two items, finally determining that they were harmless.
“If that’s the case, this is indeed quite extraordinary. It resembles some Daoist artifacts. Where did you find it?”
In this wondrous world, techniques for long-distance communication and sensing life or death naturally existed.
“Picked it up in Yunjiang.”
She wanted to say something but didn’t know what.
As absurd as it sounded, there really wasn’t any other plausible explanation.
“If this snail allows instant communication, then it’s quite a valuable treasure,” Lu Qingmo remarked. “Most similar Daoist artifacts have various restrictions and delays.”
“For example, if I wanted to communicate with the county city, I’d need to perform a ritual and chant incantations. Even then, the message would take time to be delivered, and the farther the distance, the harder it becomes.”
Even Daoist techniques weren’t omnipotent—at least, no practitioner could claim to be all-powerful.
“The Transmission Snail allows instant communication,” Han confirmed, though he added, “But it does have a range limit.”
“Aunt Mo, I’m giving you one of these snails. We can use it to stay in touch from afar.”
“And this pair of wings is for you too.”
Lu Qingmo accepted the snail, but when she looked at the wings, she hesitated.
“Aunt Mo, you wouldn’t want me to meet an untimely end out there without anyone knowing, would you?”
“Don’t speak such ill-omened words,” she scolded, frowning. Still, recalling the various incidents from the past month, she ultimately took the wings.
Han always seemed to attract trouble. If these wings really worked as he claimed, then they could be useful.
And then—the moment she touched the Heart Wings, they vanished, turning into shimmering specks of light that drifted into her body.
And... that was it.
Nothing changed. No newfound sense of closeness. No mental connection. It was as if the Heart Wings weren’t even there.
Well, as expected, they only activate in life-threatening situations—not some overpowered divine artifact.
Naturally, Han wouldn’t forget his dear senior sister.
“Aunt Mo, Aunt Mo, do you copy?” Before heading to the martial arts hall, Han tested the Transmission Snail with Lu Qingmo.
“Hm.”
Receiving an immediate response, Han nodded in satisfaction.
Not bad. The Great Thousand Immortal Tree delivers quality goods.
His senior sister was quite fond of these items, even giving her snail a name—Little Snail.
After Han left for training, she snuck back to her room and examined her body carefully.
“Strange, I don’t see any wings. Is this really as miraculous as my junior brother claimed?”
Bai Ruoyue was immensely curious but ultimately found herself hoping the wings would never need to activate.
Rather than experiencing their effects firsthand, she would much prefer for everyone to simply stay safe.
One Night Later
Under the vast Great Thousand Immortal Tree, Han stood in silence, gazing at its ancient, boundless form.
Ever since he started visualizing the tree, a faint connection had formed between them. As his cultivation deepened, the connection grew stronger.
But up until now, Han had found no tangible benefit from it. The tree certainly wasn’t handing out extra stamina.
It wasn’t even midnight yet, but Han still had six stamina points left from yesterday, as he had chosen not to spend them last night.
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After a while, he sighed.
“It’s almost over.”
Today and tomorrow—those were the final days he could use his cheat ability.
Han picked up his axe and sighed again.
“Tree Bro, I’m really going to miss you.”
Thud!
He struck the tree, and clusters of glowing orbs rained down.
“Tree Bro, how will I survive without you?”
Thud!
“Tree Bro, I don’t know if we’ll ever meet again, but you must remember me!”
Thud!
“Tree Bro, I’ll miss you. You’ll miss me too, right?”
Thud!
“Tree Bro, you have to live happily even after I’m gone!”
Thud!
“Tree Bro... drop some gold coins, will ya?”
Thud!
Looking at the pile of glowing orbs surrounding him, Han nodded in satisfaction.
Tree Bro, even when you’re gone, your legacy will remain.
At least, whatever I don’t use up will.
Among the spoils were various spirit plants, soul herbs, and cultivation elixirs, along with three particularly special pills:
Dragon-Tiger Aura Pill: Grants a majestic presence akin to a dragon and a tiger.
Dream Elixir: Induces one’s most profound desires into a vivid dream, restoring mental clarity and dispelling negative conditions upon awakening.
Limb Regeneration Pill: Can reattach severed limbs within three days of injury.
Other treasures included:
Faceless Mask: Conceals life aura, making the wearer appear dead.
Earth Escape Shuttle: Allows the soul to burrow underground.
Demon Subjugation Banner: Captures demon souls and commands up to nine of them, provided they are not stronger than the user.
Sword-Nurturing Sheath: Enhances any sheathed sword over time, sharpening its edge.
Cloud-Piercing Hairpin: A peculiar weapon with armor-piercing properties.
Vital Energy Source: A condensed reservoir of world energy that enhances inner strength and draws external qi into the body.
Soul Mirror Water: Reveals weaknesses in one’s soul.
Heavenly Frost Essence: A rare elemental energy useful for certain Daoist techniques and special constitutions.
Han pondered. With all these treasures, his journey ahead would be much smoother.
But first, he had one last night with Tree Bro.
[Mystic Relic: Indomitable Plasma]
[Upon consumption, it tempers the body while enhancing the quality of true qi—one strand surpassing six.]
Among the four relics, the Frost Chill was currently of no use to Han, while the Source of Vital Energy was meant to aid in cultivation.
As for the Indomitable Plasma—it was undoubtedly a treasure, though its description...
So, this is the otherworldly version of a high-capacity battery, huh?
The Soul-Mirroring Water, however, was quite useful for identifying one's flaws.
Han examined himself with it, only to find his soul was already flawless, devoid of any apparent weaknesses.
If there was a flaw, it was simply that his cultivation level wasn’t high enough.
"It seems this water has its limits. Not just for me—even high-level cultivators might find that their soul’s deficiencies remain undetected."
Han wasn’t surprised. After all, it was something he had obtained in his Night Wandering realm, outside of any bonus rewards.
[Talisman: Guardian of Spirits]
[Protects spirits from attacks by forces one level higher than themselves, even refining invading energy for their own use.]
[Talisman: Guardian of Disciples]
[Aids martial artists when they encounter setbacks in their training, shielding them from harm and ensuring a smooth breakthrough.]
Two protective talismans—one for spirits, the other for disciples.
Han had no use for the spirit talisman, nor did he need the disciple talisman.
But he already knew who would receive the spirit-protecting one.
Tomorrow, An Lang would finally touch sunlight.
The final drop was a special artifact.
[Special Item: Oath of the Heavens]
[Heaven bears witness to unbreakable vows—unyielding as stone, eternal as the sea.]
It was an artifact specifically designed for sworn oaths, binding promises with an unseen force.
Once spoken, words must be honored.
For now, Han had no immediate use for it. Unlike contracts with spirit entities, he wasn’t sure about its limitations.
After securing his gains, Han left the secret realm, gripping the Source of Vital Energy as he began refining it.
A surge of pure, dense qi filled the air!
As the essence was gradually absorbed, Han’s true qi grew in both quantity and quality, propelling him toward the minor completion stage of the Meridian Realm.
Seeing this progress, he brought out spiritual herbs and elixirs to aid his cultivation.
The herbs were one thing, but the elixirs—dropped by the Grand Immortal Tree—were far purer than anything found in the outside world.
The power of the Immortal Tree contained no impurities.
"Whoosh!"
Faint waves of qi surged within Han’s body, rolling endlessly like a tide.
Once the Source of Vital Energy was fully refined, he began practicing the Ocean-Subduing Flood Dragon True Force. The rampant true qi coursed through his body, fortifying his meridians, strengthening his flesh.
The human body was a unified whole; it was impossible to temper only one part while leaving the rest unchanged.
Each strengthened part subtly elevated the others, raising the body’s limits and unlocking endless potential.
High-quality qi accumulated bit by bit, gathering like rivers into a vast ocean.
With each form of his secret martial techniques, everything advanced in an orderly manner, surging forward...
"Boom!"
True qi roared like a tsunami, steaming tendrils of heat rising from Han’s body as his temperature spiked.
A powerful aura spread outward, stirring the wind into a whistling dance.
Beneath him, shimmering light flowed like rivers, while the external world’s energy continuously poured into his body, nourishing him.
His true qi reached every corner of his form.
Meridian Realm—Minor Completion!
A master of the Flesh Perfection stage could already take on a hundred men, resisting blades and weapons for a short period.
At the Minor Completion of the Meridian Realm, one could dominate an ordinary battlefield, carving through ranks of soldiers with ease.
"Huff!"
Han exhaled lightly, yet his breath transformed into a sword of air, shooting forward and shattering his house’s newly repaired front gate.
Breath as a blade!
Seeing this, Han nodded in satisfaction—only to freeze when he noticed the scattered debris.
Wait... wasn’t that the gate I just repaired last month?
He suddenly wished he could smack An Lang for not reminding him!
In the ghostly dwelling, An Lang, deep in slumber, suddenly felt a chill and curled up instinctively.
"The higher the realm, the longer it takes to break through," Han murmured.
It had already been some time since he reached the Meridian Realm, yet only now had he advanced a minor stage.
Back in the Flesh Realm, he had ascended from an ordinary mortal to the peak of Flesh Perfection in the same span of time. But now, at the second realm, he had merely broken through a small stage.
And soon, he would lose the Grand Immortal Tree’s assistance.
"Still, with my current strength, no one in Black Cloud Town’s Meridian Realm can stand against me."
Whether they were martial artists backed by powerful sects or lone wanderers, as long as they relied on their own strength in battle, Han had absolute confidence in his victory.
And if they used external aids?
Well, that was even better.
I wanted a fair fight, but since you refuse, you leave me no choice.
As time ticked away, Han adapted to his newfound strength, awaiting the moment to act.
Finally, midnight arrived.
Han entered the Immortal Tree’s secret realm.
[Player: Han]
[Life: Acquired Stage]
[Soul Realm: Night Wandering Stage]
[Body Realm: Meridian Stage (Minor Completion)]
[Stamina: 6/6 (Final login for the month—bonus rewards activated)]
[Items: Three-Lights Blessed Mirror…]
The last day!
The third reward boost!
Tree bro, don’t let me down!