Mortal Cultivation, Demon Immortal

Yi Han sat cross-legged in the cave, his fingertips gently stroking the sword hilt, feeling the icy touch of the blade.

His breathing was long and steady, and the spiritual energy within his dantian circulated slowly, restoring his mana while also healing the injuries from his battle with the demon beast.

Time flowed by, and two days and two nights passed in the blink of an eye.

Yi Han slowly opened his eyes, a cold light flashing within them.

Although his mana had not increased in the slightest, it had fully recovered.

The condition of his dantian and meridians had also stabilized, no longer deteriorating, only slightly weaker than normal.

This made Yi Han breathe a slight sigh of relief.

The moment he opened his eyes, his gaze locked onto the figure of the scholar at the cave entrance.

Wang Chong gripped his saber hilt tightly, the blade reflecting the faint moonlight, emitting a cold gleam, and he also opened his eyes at this moment.

He looked over immediately, his eyes meeting Yi Han's, his expression slightly surprised, then he smiled faintly: "I didn't expect Brother Yi to have recovered as well, a truly fortunate event!"

Yi Han returned the smile and said, "Brother Wang must have recovered as well. The weather is good today, why don't we go out and try our luck, searching for Tier 1 low-level demon beasts and spiritual herbs."

"To my shame, I have been cultivating in seclusion these past two days, and my mana has improved slightly, so I have been delayed for some time. Brother Yi must be the same, right?" Wang Chong's lips curled up slightly, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

He reached out and gently flicked the saber blade, a light "铮" sound echoing in the quiet cave.

"Heh, you haven't given up, opening your mouth with a probe," Yi Han mocked inwardly, but on his face, he sighed lightly:

"Brother Wang is exceptionally talented, Yi is ashamed to admit his inferiority. I have only recovered my mana and have not improved in the slightest."

Having said that, Yi Han changed the subject and instead probed with a light smile: "Brother Wang, how about you and I have another match, and the winner gets the demon beast's blood essence, what do you say?"

Wang Chong laughed heartily, his voice hearty: "Brother Yi is joking, you and I are in this dangerous place, we should work together and support each other. I still need to rely on Brother Yi."

Yi Han smiled without saying a word, took out the remaining beast meat and chewed it, and then took out the Resources Compendium and carefully flipped through it.

Before long, the two of them walked out of the two exits of the cave, proceeding cautiously.

The forest was filled with a pungent smell of blood, mixed with the musty smell of humus that drilled into their nostrils.

The moonlight penetrated the layers of tree crowns, casting spiderweb-like shadows on the ground covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, and vaguely visible in the mottled halo were the claw marks of demon beasts tearing the trunks.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, and occasionally the low roars of demon beasts came from unknown places, startling a few black crows to flutter into the night sky.

"Brother Yi, what are your plans next?" Wang Chong asked seemingly casually, but a trace of imperceptible light flashed in his eyes.

"Continue to look for materials, time is short, we can't delay," Yi Han said in a flat tone.

Wang Chong nodded slightly and smiled, "Brother Yi is indeed bold and knowledgeable, I will naturally accompany you."

Yi Han didn't take it to heart and continued to move forward.

Half an hour passed, but they didn't encounter any demon beasts.

"Huh?" Yi Han was secretly vigilant when suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and his gaze fell on a few small pieces of broken scales scattered on the ground.

Yi Han gripped his sword tightly, quickly picked up a small piece, and examined it carefully: "This is... the scales of the Purple Scale Python."

Yi Han was shocked and carefully scanned his surroundings.

After seeing no unusual movements, he gently wiped the edge of the scale with his fingertip, and the remaining bloodstains were easily wiped away.

"It seems that someone is hunting it," Yi Han murmured in a low voice.

Wang Chong saw this and also came over, picked up a piece of scale to check, and then narrowed his eyes:

"It seems that we are not the only ones active here, Brother Yi, why not chase after them, maybe we can get some benefits."

Yi Han did have this intention, glanced at Wang Chong, who was a zhang away, and nodded, "Brother Wang is right, that's exactly what I want."

After speaking, Yi Han and the two followed the traces left by the Purple Scale Python, quietly moving forward.

A quarter of an hour later, Yi Han heard the sound of fighting.

His expression froze, and he immediately became more vigilant, glanced at Wang Chong, who was ten feet away, and said in a low voice, "It's not far ahead."

Wang Chong's eyes narrowed: "Let's go, Brother Yi, let's go up and take a look."

The two approached silently, and after a while, they lay prone behind a dirt slope.

Yi Han focused his eyes and looked forward, and the fierce fighting scene in the open space thirty zhang away came into view.

He took a closer look and saw two men and one woman surrounding a purple python.

Yi Han immediately noticed that the woman holding the long sword, with a beautiful appearance, looked flustered and her steps were unsteady, obviously the weakest of the three.

Looking at the man holding the sword, his face was square, his eyebrows were thick, his eyes were firm, and every time he drew his sword, he was swift and powerful, obviously a good fighter.

Yi Han secretly pondered: "This person's strength is not below me and Wang Chong, and he is very talented in combat. If he can be used by me..."

The last man held a large saber, his eyes were gloomy, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

He deliberately cowered in the battle, not using his full strength, which was quite cunning.

Yi Han sneered in his heart: "He is quite similar to Wang Chong, but what he thinks in his heart is all displayed on his face, which is far from Wang Chong."

The three were all Qi Refining Stage 1 teenagers. Yi Han had seen the treacherous man and the girl before when they were brought to the Labor Division.

Yi Han had no impression of the boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

The purple python surrounded by the three people looked quite familiar to Yi Han, whether in terms of size, means, or the wounds on its body.

"Could it be that this is the previous Purple Scale Python?" He was immediately filled with doubts.

"Brother Yi, these three seem to have the same goal as us, why not cooperate?" Wang Chong suggested in a low voice with a smile on his face.

"Oh?" Yi Han showed a surprised and greedy look, "I wonder how Brother Wang wants to cooperate?"

Wang Chong gently stroked the saber, his eyes swept across the battlefield like a poisonous snake, with a smile that was not a smile:

"Brother Yi, don't you think these three look like a pile of loose sand? If someone guides them a little... loose sand can also build a dike, but I don't know how many waves this dike can block."

He gently swiped his fingertip on the blade, and a drop of blood oozed out, his tone suddenly cold:

"If the waves are too big, when the sand dike collapses, it will be the day when the fisherman benefits."

Yi Han sneered in his heart, pretending to be pleasantly surprised, and ridiculed, "Brother Wang is so calculating, you are really ashamed of being a scholar."

Wang Chong was not angry, but sneered, "Compared to Brother Yi, I am far behind."

Yi Han planned to pretend to be guided by Wang Chong to make him relax his vigilance.

So, without showing any emotion, he pondered for a while and said, "Brother Wang is right, but if the three of them notice our intentions and join forces to deal with us, the risk may be too great."

"Brother Yi is overthinking it," Wang Chong said with a confident smile, analyzing:

"Look at the three of them, the woman is not good at killing and is weak."

"The man holding the sword goes all out against the enemy and is full of righteousness, so he probably won't be detrimental to us."

"As for the last one, he is quite insidious, but his thoughts are all displayed on his face, so he is not to be feared."

Yi Han curled his lips in disdain: "Wang Chong is cunning. He speaks so absolutely. I don't know what kind of conspiracy he is plotting. I'm afraid he has even calculated me."

However, Yi Han was not afraid of him either. The brave win when they meet on a narrow road. They plot and use each other, and the superior survive. It is difficult to succeed with consistent caution and retreat.

Yi Han nodded slightly, looking like he was thinking about the pros and cons, and then smiled, "If that's the case, it's indeed worth a gamble. I'll do as Brother Wang says."