Immortality Cultivation: My Overlord Fist is the Ultimate Spell

Chapter 9: Hanfeng Mouth



「Middle grade Wood spirit vein. The host's cultivation is too low, cannot be fused. If forced, the body will explode and die. 」

Forget it, I'm too greedy.

On the contrary, this support is strictly correct, without excessive buffs. Otherwise, there is no need to do anything, whichever enemy dares to jump around, I will fused this world all at once, and directly sweep across it.

Yang Han laughed at himself, not disappointed. Even felt that this was reasonable.

Time is like a shadow by the window, waiting for no one.

The sun gradually rose to the top of the head, gradually raising the heat of Yao Tianfeng.

The heat was scorching.

In the back of the mountain, a small figure was somewhat furtive, slowly moving along the rocky shore.

This place was normally quiet, and very few people came. It is said that due to special circumstances, there was an earthquake in the back mountain, and a bottomless well collapsed below.

Legend has it that there was once an elder who was idle and checked this well. In the end, he announced to the outside world that although the depth below was very great, it was just a bit of wind and some normal rocks and soil, and there was no chance. He advised all disciples not to be curious.

In the cultivation world, all kinds of mysterious things happened every day. The events in this well gradually became less and less interesting.

Even later, this well was used by the miscellaneous disciples as a garbage pit.

It is said that several hundred years have passed, and countless trashes have been thrown down, but this well has remained as dark and bottomless as ever, with no signs of being filled.

During his free time, Yang Han once heard a few miscellaneous elders recount that he had vaguely seen something moving below.

There are also people who say that every time they come here to throw trash, they have a vague feeling that there is a deep eye looking up from below.

For these kinds of mysterious things, Yang Han had some doubts after hearing them once, but after hearing too many different rumors, he ignored it.

Anyway, he didn't come here today to jump down into this well to explore and research.

No matter what it is, even if there is a three-headed, six-armed monster, this place is the Profound Dao Sect, Yang Han doesn't believe that anything would dare to jump up from below and jump around happily.

The path to this well isn't considered difficult, it's just a bit precarious.

After all, this path is just a single path, created through countless generations of handyman disciples.

The path is only about two spans wide, and it's close to the cliff, today the wind is a bit strong, Yang Han's body is blown left and right by the wind, he has no choice but to slow down a bit.

Not long after, a pitch-black, gloomy well appeared before Yang Han's eyes.

The well's mouth was several dozen meters wide, and the outer ring of the well's mouth was covered with jagged, cracked, and broken rocks that looked like they could collapse at any moment.

The inside of the well was dark and gloomy, and Yang Han looked for a while but could only see pitch-black inside, completely unable to observe the real situation.

Although it was currently noon, the sunlight was at its brightest.

However, when the sunlight shone into the well, it seemed to be absorbed, completely unable to see what was inside.

It was also unknown which handyman master first came up with the idea of ​​bringing trash into this place.

There was only entry but no exit.

What a genius.

If there really was an unknown old monster inside, the first thing he would do would probably be to track down and then blow the dog's head off the instigator of throwing trash down.

At that moment, in a dark secret room, an old man with his hair covering his face, his body as dry as a stick, his upper body bare, locked tightly by a thick black chain, suddenly sneezed.

The iron chain immediately clanged and made a piercing sound.

Waiting for the iron chain to quiet down, the old man's dark eyes looked around suspiciously for a while, then slowly sank into meditation again.

Over here.

Yang Han threw the chaotic thoughts in his head aside, carefully walking to the outside of the well.

As soon as he got closer, he felt strong gusts of wind carrying a cold aura blowing out from the well.

Yang Han couldn't help but shiver, his back felt goosebumps.

Could it be that there was a ghost, it was noon, why was it so cold.

The group of handyman disciples named this well the Hanfeng Mouth, not without reason.

Yang Han followed the path and approached a stone platform that seemed quite sturdy, which was where the disciples stepped on to throw things down below.

This stone platform was precariously located close to the Hanfeng Mouth, and was the only place without cracks spreading to it. Looking at the traces of wear and tear over the years, one could see that this place had been marked by countless generations of handyman disciples.

Yang Han carefully flipped his hand over and took out a roll of rope from his luggage, carefully tying one end to a stone pillar not far away.

The thick rope was half the size of an adult's wrist, made of some kind of vine that was woven together extremely firmly. Yang Han had to work like nine buffaloes and two tigers to find it in the miscellaneous goods warehouse of Yao Tianfeng.

Who knows how many years it had been abandoned, today he would let it come out and make another contribution.

Tie the rope into several notches, then carefully check that there were no flaws, Yang Han then carefully tied the remaining end of the rope to his body.

After finishing everything, he gently and carefully walked step by step to the edge of the pit.

This place was the place where the miscellaneous goods disciples often threw things down.

The cold and pitch-black abyss seemed to have a pair of eyes quietly looking up from some dark corner, causing Yang Han's back to shiver, his heartbeat involuntarily accelerating.

Holding the rope and tugging, no problem, Yang Han took a deep breath, slowly following the rock ledge to the edge of the well.

He was very careful, almost crawling down, like a lizard clinging to a rock.

「Ding! Found a handful of mud. Because of long-term absorption of waste pill powder, it gradually had some medicinal power.」

「Ding! Found a handful of mud. Because of long-term absorption of waste pill powder, it gradually had some medicinal power.」

"Haha…" Yang Han heard the reminder, first was stunned, then happy.

The bit of fear disappeared, replaced by excitement.

This reminder proved that Yang Han's previous guess was correct.

I don't know how many years have passed, waste pills or all kinds of discarded items have been brought here by the disciples and thrown down below to be destroyed, surely some of them will stick to the side of the cliff.

Damn it, bad habits, bringing such a beautiful and poetic place into a pit to pollute, affecting the environment.

Yang Han as a responsible person, how can he just sit back and not ask.

Yang Han did not say a word, towards this matter, his virtue did not yield to anyone, he began to bury his head in hardship and use all the mud here to refine.


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