The Icy Flame Patriarch waved a hand through the air, and a burst of golden light swept forth, sweeping up all of the translucent powder in front of Han Li before transforming it into a ball of faint golden light that hovered before him.
The Icy Flame Ancestor raised her head and coldly asked, "These are the sect's secret technique jade slips. How did they fall into your hands? Could it be that you snuck into the sect's Hidden Scripture Pavilion and stole them?"
Although the jade slips had been turned to dust by Han Li, the Icy Flame Ancestor was still able to infer their contents from the slightest trace.
The corner of Han Li's mouth twitched and he sighed, "There's no need to be angry, Fellow Icy Flame. I can give you an explanation for this."
"How dare you speak to me as an equal!"
The Icy Flame Ancestor was enraged when she heard this. She didn't do anything, but golden light suddenly shone from between her eyebrows. Countless ripples of crystalline light flew out and instantly condensed into a three-meter-wide golden flower illusion.
The golden flower slowly rotated and the center of the flower flashed with light, shooting a nearly transparent golden beam of light towards Han Li's head at an incredible speed.
Everywhere it passed, ripples would appear in the air like still water.
Han Li stood in place and didn't dodge. He only slightly raised his head and crystal light flashed from between his eyebrows, shooting out an invisible ripple to meet the golden beam of light.
"Pu!" A soft sound rang out, and the void shook violently, causing a circular ripple to appear.
The golden light pillar seemed to have collided with something. It shattered layer by layer from head to tail, and the invisible ripples also dissipated.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Han Li's clothes only fluttered a few times. Apart from that, he was completely unscathed and wore a faint smile on his face.
"How … How is this possible?
Your Excellency is a direct immortal? "The Icy Flame Ancestor's body trembled and she spoke with disbelief.
Even though this was only a projection manifested from his spiritual sense and he hadn't unleashed his full power in that attack, even a Grand Ascension Stage cultivator wouldn't be able to withstand that attack so easily, let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator.
This could only mean one thing. Han Li's divine sense was not inferior to his!
"Fellow Cold Flame, can you listen to me now?" Han Li asked faintly.
"Then why don't you tell me why you still want to steal the books that I passed down to the lower realms even though you've already achieved Immortal Karma?"
The Icy Flame Ancestor's expression changed several times. Although he was still somewhat displeased, his tone was much more relaxed.
"Because of some reasons, Han accidentally landed in this Spirit Vast Domain, and he has no ill intentions towards your esteemed sect.
However, I am currently injured and I don't have any suitable pills on hand. That's why I came to your sect to get some ancient records. I want to study them. "Han Li slowly explained.
"Oh, I see.
Which part of the Immortal World does Friend Han come from? "Even though Icy Flame Ancestor said this, his eyes flickered. He clearly didn't completely believe Han Li's words.
"Han is temporarily staying here. I won't do anything detrimental to your esteemed sect. Similarly, there's no need for you to ask about my origins." Han Li said with a faint smile.
The Icy Flame Patriarch harrumphed coldly. An Immortal like Han Li had mysteriously appeared in the Spirit Vast Realm, so how could he not ask about his background? However, if Han Li refused to tell him, the Icy Flame Patriarch's spiritual sense avatar wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist. I owe you a favor this time.
Han can promise that if the Leng Yan Sect is in any trouble, I can help once, "Han Li said unhurriedly.
"Friend Han, are you serious?" The Icy Flame Ancestor was greatly moved when he heard this.
Even though he was already in the Immortal World, he naturally treasured the Leng Yan Sect that he created and carried forward with his own hands. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given him pills and cultivation methods all these years.
Even though the Leng Yan Sect seemed to be powerful and glorious in the Spirit Vast Domain, it wasn't truly worry-free.
However, he was in the Immortal World. Even if he wanted to help, he couldn't do much. However, if there was Han Li, who was also a True Immortal, to help, then he could do much more.
… …
Two days later, the back mountain of the Leng Yan Sect's Sacred Fire Peak.
In the depths of a purple bamboo forest shrouded in mist, there was an elegant and unique little courtyard with green tiles.
The purple bamboos in the forest were scattered all over the place. They were densely packed and looked ordinary, but there was actually a secret hidden within.
The position of every cluster of purple bamboos here corresponded to the base of a formation. Thousands of purple bamboos formed a sea, forming a unique formation world.
The purple bamboos that were planted here were not ordinary bamboos. They were the Lung Fire Bamboo that could absorb the power of Earth Fire. If one were to look carefully at the body of the bamboo, one would be able to see that under the purple bamboo skin, there were dark red patterns that looked like flames.
It was because of this Bamboo Sea Lung Fire Formation that this area became the place with the densest spirit energy and the most concentrated power of Earth Fire in the entire Spirit Flame Mountain Range.
The little courtyard with green tiles and white walls was built on the eye of this formation.
At this moment, in the main house of the small courtyard, a man dressed in a purple robe was sitting cross-legged on a cattail hassock, cultivating with his eyes closed.
This person had long hair that was as white as snow, and a handsome face. There was a purple mark in the shape of a flame between his brows. He looked to be in his thirties, but there was a faint purple aura around his body, revealing a vigorous aura that made one's heart palpitate.
On a red sandalwood table not far in front of him, there was a gold-plated purple copper incense burner, burning sandalwood incense, slowly emitting green smoke.
On the wall next to the table, there was a three-foot-long painting scroll with a middle-aged man's image on it.
The lines of the painting were not very detailed, but it was very vivid. The man in the painting had a square face, bright eyes, and a slight beard on his cheeks. He stood tall, his robe slightly bulging, and his body exuded a dignified aura.
At this moment, the white-haired middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the painting scroll on the wall with a somewhat surprised expression.
There was a strange fluctuation on the painting scroll, and a circle of ripple-like fluctuations rippled from it. The man in the painting seemed to come to life, his figure swayed left and right, and then he walked out of the paper.
The white-haired middle-aged man hurriedly stood up, his body trembling slightly as he bowed to the ground, and said respectfully, "Welcome, Old Ancestor."
The man waved his hand and said, "Get up, I descended today because I have something to tell you."
Only then did the white-haired middle-aged man stand up, respectfully standing to the side with his hands by his side, quietly waiting for instructions.
"I already know about someone sneaking into the Scripture Pavilion a few days ago," the Icy Flame Ancestor said slowly.
When the white-haired middle-aged man heard this, his heart tightened again, and cold sweat immediately seeped out of his forehead. Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain, he heard the Icy Flame Ancestor continue, "This matter is dropped, there is no need to investigate further."
"Old Ancestor, this …" The white-haired middle-aged man was stunned, and couldn't help but hesitate.
However, the Icy Flame Ancestor waved his hand to interrupt him, and his lips opened and closed.