The Immortal Ascension

Chapter 14: The Mysterious Liquid

"Whoo!" Han Li raised a hand high, clenched his fist, and let out an excited shout.

At this moment, his childish nature was on full display.

It seemed his hypothesis was correct: the sealed doors and windows hindered the bottle's ability to attract the white light threads. Only in an open, unobstructed space could the bottle better attract these light threads, and the light sphere it formed would be larger.

Although he didn’t know where these light threads came from or what purpose the bottle had in absorbing these tiny light dots, he felt he had taken a significant step closer to unraveling the mystery.

Han Li believed he was on the verge of uncovering the bottle's secret, which filled him with immense excitement.

It wasn’t until the sky began to brighten that the glow around the bottle gradually faded, restoring it to its usual calm.

During this time, Han Li observed the changes in the bottle while also being careful to ensure no one else noticed what was happening.

He bent down, picked up the bottle, and inspected it.

There was no difference compared to before. The lid was still tightly sealed and wouldn’t budge.

Disappointed but aware that it was getting late, Han Li reluctantly put the bottle away.

He needed to return to the stone chamber to meditate and cultivate.

Over the next few days, at a specific time each night, the same phenomenon occurred with the bottle. Countless light threads, like moths to a flame, were drawn to the bottle, transforming into numerous tiny light dots that the bottle greedily devoured.

Just as Han Li thought this phenomenon would continue daily, something else happened on the eighth day.

When Han Li arrived at the usual spot, took out the bottle, and placed it down, the light absorption lasted only a brief half-hour before stopping. Then, the dark green patterns on the bottle suddenly emitted a dazzling green light, and several golden characters and symbols appeared on its surface. These strange characters had a smooth structure and peculiar strokes, exuding an indescribable ancient charm. They flickered and moved continuously across the bottle’s surface.

This unusual phenomenon lasted only a moment before disappearing, leaving behind a few raised golden characters on the bottle’s surface. It seemed as if everything had returned to how it was before.

After the bizarre events of the past few days, Han Li was no longer as startled by these strange occurrences. Even if something more peculiar happened with the bottle, it wouldn’t shock him as much as before.

Casually, he picked up the bottle and instinctively tried to open the lid.

Gently and effortlessly, the lid came off.

Unbelievable! Han Li stared in astonishment at the lid in his hand.

Had he really solved this problem, this major frustration that had plagued him for days, so easily and without any effort?

Once Han Li confirmed that what had just happened was real and that the bottle’s secret was now right before his eyes, he could no longer contain his excitement. He brought his eyes close to the bottle’s opening and peered inside.

Inside the bottle, a drop of emerald-green liquid, about the size of a soybean, rolled slowly, casting a green glow across the entire interior.

What was this?Han Li felt somewhat disappointed. He had put in so much effort, only to end up with something so uninteresting.

He dejectedly sealed the bottle, tucked it back into his leather pouch, and turned to head back to his quarters. The excitement and fervor he had felt earlier had now completely vanished.

Although he had managed to open the bottle, the result left him deeply unsatisfied.

Han Li decided that he would explore the secret of the green liquid inside the bottle when he had nothing better to do. Perhaps it might give him a small surprise someday!

For now, what he needed to do was return and get a good night's sleep to make up for the rest he had missed. Over the past few days, he had been unable to sleep well at night, which had greatly reduced his efficiency in practicing during the day. His lack of energy had even drawn some inquiries from Doctor Mo.

Ever since Han Li had become Doctor Mo's Personal Disciple and achieved the first-level Breakthrough in the chant, he had felt a lack of motivation to continue practicing it. Moreover, the effects of the chant were so underwhelming that he couldn't muster the enthusiasm to cultivate it further.

For this, Doctor Mo had severely reprimanded him.

Yet, whenever it was time to practice, Han Li would still feel drowsy and listless, with no energy at all.

This situation drove Doctor Mo to the brink of madness, making him wonder if he had chosen the wrong person.

Thinking about this, Han Li also felt a bit wronged. It wasn’t that he wanted to be like this; he simply wasn’t in the right state of mind.

What Han Li didn’t expect was that the very next day after he woke up from his sleep, he would once again throw himself wholeheartedly into a frenzy of cultivation.

The reason for this sudden change was just one simple sentence from Doctor Mo.

"For every level you advance in the chant, I will double the monthly allowance I give you." Doctor Mo had finally recognized Han Li's desire for wealth and found a fundamental solution. With just one simple sentence, he had bound Han Li to the relentless chariot of cultivation.

In the days that followed, Han Li devoted himself to mastering the next level of the chant.

Every day, from morning to noon, and from noon to evening, he would enter the stone chamber twice to meditate and practice, living a monotonous and tedious life, casting aside everything else.

To ensure that Han Li could focus on his cultivation without any external distractions, Doctor Mo temporarily sealed off the entire Valley of Divine Hands. Even medical consultations were conducted outside the valley, and Han Li no longer had to worry about daily necessities.

The matter of the bottle was gradually forgotten by Han Li.

Autumn gave way to winter, and spring turned to summer.

In the blink of an eye, four years had passed, and Han Li was now fourteen years old.

He had grown into a dark-skinned, silent, and determined country boy. On the surface, he was no different from any other ordinary farm boy—unremarkable, neither handsome nor charming.

Every day, he shuttled between the stone chamber and his quarters, occasionally learning some medical skills from Doctor Mo and flipping through various books in his room. The entire valley became his whole world, and his chant naturally progressed to the third level.

(End of Chapter)