Mortal: I, the Holy Son of Yao Guang, have rebuilt my Chaotic Body.

Chapter 16 Finally Meeting Han Li

The disciples in the valley diligently brought over a comfortable, wide chair and placed it directly opposite Yao Guang's stall, taking up quite a bit of space.

Master Qingyan sat down with pleasure, concentrated his mind and breath, and a series of words containing strange rhythms rang in his ears.

This time, however, Yao Guang's chanting sounded even more magnificent and profound, because a golden flame had once again ignited deep within his soul.

Endless faith surged from the statues in the ancestral temple of the Cheqi Kingdom, instantly traversing thousands of miles like a dazzling galaxy, and converging into Yao Guang's soul.

From the transmission of Hongfen's voice, he learned that this Qingyan Zhenren's cultivation was at the peak of the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Therefore, he decided to mobilize the remaining power of faith to raise his own divine sense to a level higher than his, so that the "Divine Transcendence Technique" could work.

When he converted the concubine last time, he consumed a lot of his faith power, but the remaining amount still pushed his divine sense to a level far beyond that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, approaching the Core Formation realm.

Under such terrifying divine blessing, Qingyan Zhenren's initial curiosity and scrutiny quickly disappeared, and his old face covered with blue spots revealed an unprecedented solemnity and infatuation.

The profound truths in the scriptures were like sweet rain falling on his parched heart, causing him to become involuntarily immersed in them, his mind swaying, as if he were roaming in a higher realm of artistic conception.

Chen Qiaoqian stood behind the stall, flanking Yao Guang with Han Yunzhi. Her eyes were bright and her lips were slightly smiling, as if she was also immersed in the story. It was unclear whether she was immersed in the scriptures or in Yao Guang himself.

Because a Foundation Establishment cultivator had appeared in front of Yao Guang's stall, apart from the few people who were originally listening to the scriptures, the other cultivators dared not approach, and even when passing by this area, they spoke in much lower voices.

Therefore, this corner creates a relatively quiet atmosphere, making it easier for listeners to immerse themselves in the profound sounds of the scriptures.

As the sun sets and dusk deepens.

There were few people around Yao Guang's stall. Many people saw a Foundation Establishment cultivator sitting quietly listening to the sutra and dared not disturb him, so they walked away at a distance. Other stall owners nearby had already moved their stalls to other areas.

An invisible, bright red line of cause and effect mysteriously emerged from Yao Guang's golden soul, piercing through the brow of Han Yunzhi, a young woman in the bloom of youth beside him, and connecting with the trace of faith in her soul, forming an eternal trace of cause and effect.

Han Yunzhi looked at Yao Guang beside her, feeling incredibly sweet inside. She just wanted to keep looking at him like this forever.

The Divine Transcendence Technique does not control the divine consciousness, but rather draws upon the power of cause and effect, allowing the listener and the practitioner to resonate from their very origin, giving rise to a sincere and devout faith in the practitioner from the depths of their souls.

Unbeknownst to him, Han Yunzhi had been completely converted into his most loyal believer, but this loyalty was also subtly mixed with a deep-seated, budding infatuation, like a young girl experiencing her first love.

Night had fallen, but the square was still bustling with people.

Suddenly, a strange hiss echoed through the valley, and a dark shadow several meters in size flew towards the plaza.

As it flew closer, people realized it was a giant bird with a wingspan of several meters, which immediately caused a series of exclamations.

"What a fucking ugly bird."

"It's so big, it must taste delicious when it's roasted."

"Eat your head, it'd be so much more impressive to use it as a mount!"

"Shut up! Are you all out of your minds? This is the 'Double-Headed Duck,' a spirit bird kept by the Yan family of Guyu Mountain. There must be someone from the Yan family sitting on it!"

In the square, people were discussing the strange bird, but many cultivators recognized its origin. It was a spirit bird raised by the Yan family, one of the great immortal cultivation clans of Yue Kingdom. They were immediately wary and quickly stopped the ignorant cultivators.

"Young Master, I've found my target! He's plain-looking with a dark complexion! He's on the back of that level-two demonic bird!"

A voice filled with joy and surprise rang out in Yao Guang's mind. In the past few days, she had devoted almost all her energy to finding the young master, but to no avail. She never expected to see him in this way tonight.

The chanting paused slightly, and Yao Guang was also surprised. He quietly separated a wisp of his divine sense and probed into the air. With the strength of his divine sense at this moment, he was not afraid of being detected.

It was a two-headed strange bird with a wingspan of several meters. Its body resembled an eagle but was not an eagle. It had long, thin gray feathers, claws like sharp blades, and two heads that shone with a dark green light. It emitted a strange "ya ya" cry.

Four people were riding on the bird's back.

The leader was a middle-aged Confucian scholar with three wisps of fine beard under his chin. He had a leisurely demeanor, wise eyes, and his cultivation level was at least at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

Behind them stood a pair of extraordinary-looking young men and women, their auras refined, both having reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining.

At the very end sat a simply dressed, plain-looking young man with dark skin. His cultivation level was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Unlike the three leisurely and composed men in front of him, he gripped the rough, gray feathers on the back of the strange bird tightly with both hands, his legs were tense and trembling slightly, and he looked very nervous, as if he might fall off at any moment.

That's right, this person must be Han Li! The first three should all be members of the Yan family.

He quickly connected the dots between the original story and their identities, feeling both surprised and puzzled.

According to the original plot, Han Li should have come to the Tai Nan Small Meeting alone. How did he end up mixed up with the Yan family and even ride the Yan family's iconic double-headed eagle?

Did taking the Warm Sun Jade ahead of time unexpectedly give Han Li a new opportunity?

The two-headed geese flew and circled above the square. Suddenly, as if they had spotted their target, they let out a cry and slowly descended towards an open space near Yao Guang's stall.

The four of them leaped off the bird's back one after another, ignoring the astonished and awe-inspiring gazes cast upon them. Led by the middle-aged Confucian scholar, the group headed straight for the Qingyan Zhenren, who was listening with his eyes closed.

"Haha, Brother Qingyan, it's been years since we last met, and you're even more charming than before! You can't refuse this hospitality this time."

The middle-aged scholar laughed loudly at the True Man Qingyan, his words familiar and filled with the joy of reuniting with an old friend.

The Qingyan Master, who was immersed in the scriptures, was interrupted by the familiar voice. He frowned slightly, turned to look at the middle-aged scholar, smiled and nodded gently as a greeting.

Instead of getting up to greet him, he made a shushing gesture, pointed to Yao Guang who was chanting scriptures, shifted his body to one side of the wide chair, making room on the other side for the middle-aged scholar to sit down, and then closed his eyes again.

The middle-aged scholar was taken aback. His old friend was usually so prudent, so why would he do something so strange? He couldn't help but look curiously at Yao Guang across from him.

He was dressed in a Confucian robe similar to his own, sitting solemnly with an ancient book in his hands. At first glance, he looked no different from an ordinary Confucian scholar when he was reading.

"This is..." As he approached, the middle-aged scholar was stunned when he heard the vast, profound, and strange chanting of scriptures.

He also enjoyed reading Confucian classics, but he had never heard such profound texts before. After listening for only a short while, he felt as if he had found a treasure. He didn't bother with formalities and sat down next to Master Qingyan. He closed his eyes slightly and seemed to have entered a profound state of enlightenment.

The young boy and girl following behind looked at each other in astonishment. They had only seen Uncle Xuan Ye in this state when he was in a meditative state. How could he be like this in the square?

Han Li followed to the stall and immediately saw the small bottle labeled "For the purpose of relieving cold poison". He paused, walked forward very naturally, uncorked the bottle, smelled it, then shrugged and put it back.

Although Yao Guang was chanting scriptures, he took in Han Li's every move. He saw that Han Li was calm and composed, with a dignified air, and showed no signs of being tormented by the cold poison.