The Immortal Ascension

Chapter 92: Sword Talisman

Everyone who witnessed this scene wondered if their eyes were playing tricks on them.

Initially, when people saw the gray light turn and fly toward the Seven Mysteries Sect members, they assumed the dwarf had changed his mind—intending to first slaughter the weaker disciples before returning to deal with the gray-robed man.

Who could have imagined that when the gray light reached the crowd, an ordinary-looking disciple would casually raise his hand and effortlessly capture it? It was simply unbelievable!

On the Seven Mysteries Sect’s side, including Sect Leader Wang and the gray-robed man, everyone was both shocked and overjoyed at this sudden turn of events.

Amidst his elation, Wang Juechu felt particularly fortunate for his foresight in allowing Han Li to participate in the deathmatch. He knew that whether everyone survived this battle—and whether the Seven Mysteries Sect would endure—now depended entirely on this suddenly unfathomable Doctor Han.

Li Feiyu, who knew Han Li slightly better, stood with his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long while. Though he had always sensed his friend was unusual, seeing him casually seize an immortal’s flying sword was like a dream—leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

As for Zhang Xiuer, Elder Li, and even Jia Tianlong on the opposing side, their expressions were a mix of astonishment, fear, and disbelief.

Countless gazes—filled with awe, confusion, and excitement—landed on Han Li. Yet he remained composed, smiling faintly, as if completely unbothered by the attention.

But no one knew that beneath Han Li’s calm exterior, he was inwardly frustrated.

Who would have guessed that Han Li had never intended to act so soon? His original plan was to wait until the dwarf carelessly dropped his golden shield before launching a sneak attack. By then, he could have quietly slipped behind him and ended the fight with a single "Fireball."

Yet, as the saying goes, man proposes, but Heaven disposes. Han Li had merely been irritated by the gray light darting around, and without thinking, he instinctively used the "Object Control Technique" he had practiced countless times—effortlessly seizing the object.

The ease of the capture surprised even him. By extending his spiritual power toward the gray light, he effortlessly erased the dwarf’s spiritual imprint and established his own connection. Under his command, the gray light wobbled like a toddler learning to walk before obediently flying into his grasp.

Now, Han Li was torn between delight at having so easily taken his opponent’s treasure and concern over having to face the dwarf head-on.

He knew all too well that he had little confidence in forcibly breaking through the dwarf’s defenses. The only thing giving him some assurance was his own spiritual power, which was several times stronger than his opponent’s.

Of course, none of this worry showed on his face. He understood that psychological advantage often translated into real combat superiority, increasing his chances of victory—a trick he had learned from the "Blinking Sword Art."

Thus, while the dwarf looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy, Han Li wore an expression of absolute confidence.He was leisurely fiddling with the newly acquired treasure in his hands. The gray radiance between his fingers still stretched and retracted with remarkable liveliness, its cold light shimmering unpredictably, making it impossible to discern its true form.

Han Li glanced up at the pale-faced dwarf and smiled faintly. Channeling his Qi to envelop his hands, he gently rubbed the gray radiance between his palms. Instantly, the glow dissipated, revealing its true form—a Talisman, and an unusual one at that, depicting a small gray sword.

The gray sword on the Talisman was exquisitely detailed, lifelike as if real. Even without the infusion of Qi, the small sword emitted a faint, flowing light on its own, resembling a peerless blade with an intimidating chill.

Seeing this, Han Li felt a twinge of disappointment. Clearly, this was not a Flying Sword or any other kind of Magic Treasure. Though peculiar, it was still just a piece of Talisman paper.

However, recalling the majestic display of Divine Might from this Talisman earlier, he found some consolation. After all, he had witnessed its power firsthand, and it would undoubtedly be of great use to him in the future.

Casually, Han Li tucked the Talisman into his robe. He dared not use it openly in front of its original owner, unsure if any traps had been laid upon it. Moreover, his "Object Control Technique" had only been practiced a few times and was still quite clumsy. Even if he tried to use it now, it was unlikely to harm his opponent.

Opposite him, Golden Light Senior watched helplessly as Han Li pocketed his treasure, his anger flaring. Yet, he lacked the courage to confront him. The fact that Han Li had effortlessly erased his spiritual imprint on the Talisman indicated that his Qi was several times more profound. Golden Light Senior simply didn’t have the nerve to fight him.

Seeing the dwarf cower, visibly furious but not daring to speak up, Han Li realized he had completely intimidated him. The dwarf had no idea of his true capabilities, emboldening Han Li further.

Deciding to bluff to the end, Han Li activated his Wind Riding Technique and, with a few swift movements, appeared right before the dwarf.

Golden Light Senior, startled by Han Li’s ghostly movements, grew even more fearful. He instinctively retreated a few steps and stammered in a timid voice, "W-what do you want? I haven’t encroached on the local mines or taken any Spiritual Plants or Spirit Medicine. I only accepted some gold from mortals. I haven’t violated your Family’s interests. You have no reason to kill me."

Hearing this, Han Li secretly rejoiced. The dwarf had mistaken him for a member of a certain cultivation Family, boosting his confidence further. He deliberately smiled faintly and, feigning mystery, whispered, "May I ask who Your Excellency is? Why involve yourself in mortal affairs and disrupt the order of the secular world? This puts our Family in a difficult position."

Hearing the mild tone in Han Li’s words, as if he had no intention of attacking, the dwarf perked up. His small eyes darted around before he hastily excused himself, "I am a Disciple of the Ye Family from Qin Ye Ridge. I was merely passing through. Only because of some past ties with the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang did I reluctantly agree to help. I never meant to offend your Family. Please forgive me, brother. May I ask the name of your esteemed Family? I will surely visit to apologize in person!"

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