Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

The moment the Sea of Consciousness was enveloped in fog, Han Yu didn’t need to guess; he knew there was someone extraordinary here.

Turning to look, he saw Mu Zili and Su Xiaoxiao, both with strange expressions, seemingly hesitant to speak.

Then, a tingling sensation came over him as five gazes bore down on him.

Not just gazes, an aura of investigation swept over him relentlessly, as if peeling him apart.

Han Yu felt uncomfortable and was about to react when Mu Zili’s voice, soft as a mosquito’s buzz, came to his ear.

"Don’t resist!"

Over there, Mu Zili’s lips moved slightly, and Han Yu immediately understood, choosing to trust him, enduring the scrutiny.

Chang Gen and his group’s gazes lingered for a long time, each with a peculiar expression.

"Are you the undercover agent?"

Maitreya spoke with a smile, looking kind, but Han Yu found his smile unsettling.

One word, fake!

It wasn’t just smiling for the sake of smiling, Han Yu silently mused that this guy probably didn’t even know what a smile was.

And then there was his question.

Han Yu was caught in a dilemma, unsure how to answer.

If yes, he had to fully pretend.

If not, he had to tell the truth and see if they would spare him.

He soon made a decision, looking at the other person with a puzzled expression.

"I don’t know either."

Using Quan Xiaotong’s strategy: not proactive, not rejecting, not clarifying; what they think is their business.

Anyway, if they give something, he would silently accept it.

Little did they know Han Yu’s words almost scared Mu Zili and the old Taoist, their faces changing in unison.

Especially the old Taoist, feeling a headache and inwardly cursing Han Yu profusely.

You stay here, are you trying to trap me, old man?

We already told you we’re allies, gave you what you should have, even answered whatever Han Yu asked that we knew.

Now in front of Qionghua Hall, you say, "I don’t know"?

Yet unbeknownst to him, Han Yu’s answer eased the tension in the five people’s aura.

"Not knowing is correct."

Chang Gen said inexplicably, offering no further explanation.

Mu Zili, in return, seemingly thoughtful, glanced at Han Yu strangely.

Uncertain whether he was clever or genuinely clueless.

If clever, then his motives truly warranted discussion.

If genuinely clueless, then there was no problem.

Mu Zili roughly understood the inner thoughts of these people; as an undercover agent placed by the Celestial Dao Sect, how could an undercover know their identity?

If Han Yu boldly admitted it, then there would be something fishy.

Being vague actually suited his current situation.

Han Yu naturally didn’t know that Quan Xiaotong’s unconscious suggestion helped him once more.

He got through this dangerous phase unscathed.

However, Chang Gen seemed quite curious about Han Yu.

After all, it was glaringly obvious that Han Yu had no cultivation when mixed among a group of cultivators.

Especially since Mu Zili had informed Qionghua Hall about Han Yu’s actions against the Yama Hall, that such an odd cultivator could consistently oppose Yama Hall from the beginning and still survive till now was indeed unusual.

Especially with his ability to possess multiple Divine Techniques, it almost violated the ironclad laws of cultivators.

"Where did you get your skills?"

Chang Gen asked coldly.

The question immediately unnerved Han Yu, who had just relaxed but was now on edge again.

Ever since, Han Yu’s biggest problem was that he couldn’t explain the origin of his own powers.

How to explain? I have a Ping, I feed others, and then it feeds me.

Or say, I specialize in absorbing Qi Fortune, I feed Ping, and it feeds me.

Saying this in Central Continent might not cost him his life, but saying this here would definitely get him dissected for research.

Unless Ping truly was their method, otherwise lives would be at stake.

Gamble or not?

Artifact Spirit asked in the Sea of Consciousness.

"I bet on my leg; do you really think I’m the old Taoist, able to gamble on everything?"

Han Yu replied grumpily, then quickly collected himself, knowing he must persist with Quan Xiaotong’s approach.

"I don’t know either, these things have always been with me, gradually growing over time."

This statement couldn’t withstand scrutiny, but Han Yu indeed had no further way to explain.

Going further would inevitably lead to more things needing explanation.

Of course, such explanations evidently couldn’t satisfy them.

"You claim you’ve always had these Divine Techniques, yet don’t know where they come from, so how did you cultivate to this extent?"

Regarding this question, Han Yu couldn’t evade.

"The people from Central Continent thought they had produced a genius, nurturing him with all of Central Continent’s resources."

The old Taoist silently spoke, having witnessed it firsthand; Central Continent cultivators treated Han Yu quite differently.

More than once, in fact.

Even though Central Continent was barren, they could reasonably pour their full efforts into raising such a cultivator.

Unless Han Yu exposed his limited cultivation duration, it was enough to gloss over the matter.

"Too bad the people from Central Continent pursued success too eagerly, nurturing a Five Elements Divine Techniques cultivator to such an extreme."

The old Taoist was still talking, while Han Yu’s mind was already quite baffled.

Perhaps I should show some respect to the old Taoist from now on, since he managed to smooth things over like this.

But if something does happen, the old Taoist might end up in a lot of trouble.

After all, as an important witness, he played no small part.

Actually, there are quite a few peculiar things about Han Yu, just like his mysterious pills, which are also extremely lethal.

It’s just that, at this moment, luck seems to be on his side.

Or rather not, as misfortune seemed to have come more swiftly.

He and the old Taoist had just arrived, and the Southern Border soon began to stir.

Chang Gen frowned, having already sensed four auras at the edge of the Southern Border.

They were waiting for them!

Indeed, Soul Returns Not, along with three others, were at the Southern Border releasing powerful auras.

In an instant, Chang Gen turned into a wisp of breeze, disappearing in the blink of an eye, and so did the other four.

Mu Zili also stepped forward; he had no reason not to join such a formation, and it would be even better if he could kill one or two Hall Masters of the Dao Palace.

Shortly after they vanished, the old Taoist, recklessly, followed suit.

Han Yu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that things might truly be fine this time.

"It seems your pills still can’t be spread here, lest something happens."

The Artifact Spirit felt apprehensive.

Yet, Mu Zili also knew about his various mysterious pills.

Fortunately, even though he knew, he had only seen one on the old Taoist, which could be dismissed easily.

On the contrary, the old Taoist had seen quite a few of the heaven-defying pills. If he happened to speak out, then it would require another round of explanations if they wanted to delve deeper into it.

Would it be explained through the Alchemy Dao?

"The worry is that these people of high status might know what a covert agent looks like."

Then they would really have to gamble on whether the Ping came from them, and if not, Han Yu’s fate wouldn’t be much better.

These people felt extremely unusual, seemingly fundamentally different from Mu Zili.

He couldn’t quite explain where the difference lay.

"You feel the same way?"

The Artifact Spirit had thought it was just an illusion on its part, never expecting Han Yu to have it too.

It also felt the people were somehow different, yet its senses couldn’t detect any emotional fluctuation from them.

"There’s no way my perceptive abilities could be wrong."

It had a lot of confidence in its abilities, and naturally, Han Yu also had confidence in its perception.

Back when searching for a Qi Fortune Cultivator, it was relying on the Artifact Spirit’s extraordinary perception that they managed to find one after another!

Therefore, these five individuals were definitely fundamentally different from Mu Zili.

"Shall we go take a look too?"

Han Yu, lost in thought, suddenly felt a tug, turning to find Su Xiaoxiao.

This guy actually wanted to involve himself in the Divine Dao Realm masters’ battle.

"Let’s just watch from afar."

This fellow feared Han Yu wouldn’t go and kept egging him on.

"Do you need to reorganize your thinking? I feel like it’s all jumbled."

Han Yu smirked peculiarly; unless one’s brain was out of order, who would want to watch such battles.

If they got caught in the fray, they wouldn’t even be able to escape!

"That’s why I’m asking you to join me!"

Su Xiaoxiao spoke with unassailable confidence; Han Yu now had grown stronger than him with plenty of self-preservation tricks up his sleeve.

Thus, following Han Yu likely wouldn’t be problematic.

With those methods for self-preservation, short of being a direct target, he wouldn’t suffer even a scratch.

Besides, Su Xiaoxiao believed he wasn’t so weak; though he couldn’t win, surely he could avoid the aftermath?

"Are you completely ignorant of how terrifying the Divine Dao Realm is?"

Han Yu instantly felt a toothache; he was not afraid of the likes of Meng Yun, but since meeting Mu Zili and Soul Returns Not, he realized just how vast the gap at the Divine Dao Realm could be.

In the face of such a battle, without activating his Dharma Aspect, he probably couldn’t even flee.

Yet Su Xiaoxiao was all the more intrigued; for him, such rare, ultimate battles between supreme masters meant both sides must be experts among experts.

"Even watching could be beneficial to cultivation."

That’s what he claimed, but Han Yu didn’t believe a word.

This was clearly just about wanting to enjoy the spectacle.

"Senior, you’re thousands of years old, time to mature a bit."

At your age, you’re as old as our ancestors buried and gnawed away by worms, still being this childish.

Han Yu advised helplessly; anyhow, he refused to go, opting to stay and wait for them to finish fighting.

If the place became unsafe, he could leave sooner.

"Oh! So now that the senior has something going on, you won’t help, huh?"

Su Xiaoxiao immediately played the emotional card.

Sadly, only to realize that there wasn’t much emotion between them to begin with.

Han Yu was adamant about not seeking discomfort.

No matter what Su Xiaoxiao said, it wouldn’t work.

"But if you agree to join me, I’ll later ask my senior brother to swindle fifty Inquiry Stones for you."

Suddenly changing his tune, Su Xiaoxiao knew exactly what leverage worked on Han Yu.

Damn!

Really knows how to push the right buttons.

Han Yu’s eyes widened...

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