txolops Chapter 11 Han Baibai
Chapter 11 Han Baibai
Xiao Huan Island, a desolate island that is almost negligible on the map of the Chaotic Star Sea, is currently shrouded in a thin layer of mist.
Beneath two connected mountain peaks on the western side of the island lies the cave dwelling that Han Li meticulously crafted.
The entrance to the cave is hidden behind lush vines. Unless one is familiar with the path, even a cultivator passing by would find it extremely difficult to discover this blessed land.
This was thanks to the two layers of formations Han Li set up outside the cave: the outer layer was a maze formation, using islands, reefs, and seawater as guides to integrate the cave's atmosphere with the surrounding environment. When outsiders scanned it with their divine sense, they would only see ordinary rocks.
The inner layer is the powerful Reversed Five Elements Array, which is enough to deter ordinary Core Formation stage cultivators.
Inside the cave, there was a hidden paradise.
A hidden passage separates the inner and outer spaces. The outer space is spacious and bright, with glowing fluorite embedded in the ceiling, illuminating the entire space.
This place is well-maintained by Green Bubble, with rows of neat and orderly herb gardens, and lush and verdant medicinal herbs.
Among them, the three main medicinal herbs used to refine the Foundation Building Pill are growing vigorously, with glistening dewdrops hanging on their leaves, exuding a rich life force.
These herbs were all cultivated by Little Green using the spiritual liquid in Little Green Bottle, in order to quickly refine the Foundation Establishment Pill and help its master recover his cultivation.
The inner space is even more secluded, consisting of the stone chamber where Han Li secluded himself and the stone chamber where he kept the Blood Jade Spiders.
The stone chamber walls were riddled with tiny holes to allow for air circulation, and the floor was covered with a layer of soft moss. Two blood jade spiders, now the size of small dogs, were perched on the moss. They were pure white, with faint blood-red patterns appearing on their carapaces.
Their cultivation level had reached the peak of Level One, just one step away from Level Two demonic beasts. The power of their sharp claws opening and closing was astonishing, making them a force to be reckoned with.
Inside the secluded stone chamber, Han Li sat cross-legged on the stone bed, his body enveloped in spiritual energy.
He had just refined a Qi Gathering Pill and was now slowly opening his eyes, a flash of brilliance passing through them.
His brows were furrowed, and his mind was filled with a multitude of thoughts.
He took a deep breath, then took out a crystal-clear pill from his storage bag and put it into his mouth without hesitation.
For him, who was already at the Foundation Establishment stage, the spiritual power in the pills was like a drop in the ocean, and he could only absorb about 20% or 30%.
Even so, the speed at which these spiritual energies are refined is several times faster than the speed at which one can cultivate and meditate.
This almost extravagant cultivation method would probably bankrupt anyone else, but for Han Li, who possesses the little green bottle, as long as he has enough spiritual herbs, he can continuously refine Foundation Establishment Pills to support his "money-burning" cultivation.
The elixir entered the stomach and transformed into a warm current, quickly permeating the limbs and bones.
Han Li closed his eyes and focused all his energy on circulating his cultivation technique, guiding the spiritual power to flow through his meridians and gradually refine his own magical power.
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Deep within the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate on the Southern Continent, in an extremely luxurious courtyard, springtime beauty abounds.
A little girl of about six or seven years old was beautifully sculpted, with a pair of large, clear eyes like two mountain springs, revealing an innocent and naive charm.
She lifted her skirt and ran lightly through the carved corridor, plunging into the flower-filled garden like a startled fawn, finally crouching down and hiding behind a tall peony flowerbed.
"Miss, I'm here—have you hidden yourself well?"
Not long after, a maid dressed in a bright green palace dress entered the garden.
Her voice was soft, her eyes smiling, and she began to stroll slowly among the flowers, as if she were really looking for something.
"I'm hidden! Come find me!"
Behind the flower bed, the little girl's clear voice immediately rang out, carrying a hint of undisguised pride.
She was completely unaware that her shout had completely revealed her location.
The maid, however, seemed not to have heard. She paused slightly, then continued to wander aimlessly around the garden, deliberately sighing and muttering to herself, "Huh? Where did Miss hide? I can't find her... Could she have gone over there?"
As she spoke, she walked in the opposite direction from the flower bed, her back view conveying a sense of helplessness, as if she had searched hard but found nothing.
The little girl hiding behind the flower bed watched the maid's "departure" figure, and her eyes crinkled with laughter, her little face full of a sense of accomplishment.
She loves the feeling of "no one can find me". If she is found quickly, she will pout, her eyes will redden, and she will look like she is about to cry.
When she cries, all the servants in the courtyard suffer. At best, they are penalized with pay cuts; at worst, they are flogged.
Therefore, this has long been an unspoken rule of the game in the courtyard—the maids must "act" convincingly, making her feel that they are hiding perfectly. When she has had enough fun and jumps out to greet her "victory," the maids must then pretend to be frustrated and praise her repeatedly, saying, "Miss hid so well, this servant really couldn't find her," in order to make this little princess happy all day long.
Sunlight shone on the petals and on the little girl's innocent, smiling face.
She peeked out stealthily, like a little fox, following the maid closely, ready to suddenly jump out when the other "completely gave up" and enjoy her own little "moment of victory."
Just then, another maid's voice broke the tranquility of the garden from behind. "Miss, the madam needs you and wants you to come over now."
When the little girl saw that someone had disturbed her game, she immediately pouted and looked unhappy.
She turned her head and saw that the maid in the distance was still pretending to look for her, seemingly unaware of the situation. A funny idea suddenly popped into her head.
She shushed the new maid, made a shushing gesture, and then, like a kitten stealing cream, she took the maid's hand and quietly slipped away from the other side of the flower bed, tiptoeing out of the garden.
After walking a distance, the little girl let go of my hand, looked up at me, and asked, "Why did Mother look for me?"
The maid respectfully shook her head and said, "I don't know, Madam only said that Miss should go over quickly."
The girl, unsuspecting, regained her cheerful expression and hurried towards the courtyard where her mother lived.
Inside the courtyard, a beautiful young woman sat gracefully at a table, her eyes vacant, seemingly lost in thought, her brows furrowed with deep sorrow.
Sunlight filtered through the beaded curtain, casting dappled shadows on her, just as described in the poem: "A beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sits deep within, her brows furrowed. Only tear stains are seen, but who knows whom she hates in her heart?" That melancholy and beauty perfectly matched the imagery in the poem.
"Mother!"
The girl's clear voice broke the silence in the courtyard.
Upon seeing the beautiful young woman, she immediately nestled happily into her arms, her little head constantly burrowing into the woman's embrace like a spoiled kitten, causing the woman's chest to ripple.
"My little darling, did you have fun today?" The young woman's worries vanished the moment she saw her daughter, replaced by a bright smile, as if ice and snow were melting and spring flowers were blooming.
"I'm so happy! She's so silly, she couldn't find me again." The girl proudly raised her little face.
The young woman smiled, gently patted the girl's head, and said, "You're happy they didn't find you, but even if they do, you can't cry!"
This girl's crying would cause some strange phenomena, and every time she cried sadly, the maids and servants in the courtyard would be punished by her maternal grandfather.
Most importantly, nobody dared to play with her!
The girl knew what would happen if she cried, so she nodded seriously, puffed out her little chest, and said, "I won't cry, I'm a big girl now!"
"My little Bai is so good!" The young woman happily kissed her daughter, pulled her closer, and said seriously, "Today we're going to start learning to read. Once you've learned, we'll start our cultivation journey. Aren't you excited!"
"Yes! Yes! I want to fly around too, it must be so much fun!" The girl clapped her hands, her eyes full of anticipation.
In this way, the young woman taught her daughter to recognize characters one by one. The daughter was also extremely smart. She could memorize the characters she didn't know after just a few times of copying them, and the characters she wrote were about 70-80% similar to the originals.
If Han Xiaoliu had witnessed this scene, he would have stared wide-eyed and exclaimed, "Holy crap, Dong Xuan'er?!"
Who would have thought that the beautiful woman in the Hehuan Sect was actually Dong Xuan'er, with whom he had a fleeting affair?
Then isn't this little girl her daughter with Han Xiaoliu?
Her name is Han Baibai, and she is 6 years old.
Her dad is also around 6 years old this year!