Chapter 10: The Mysterious Bottle

If it were not for being taken under the wing of Doctor Mo, I might not have passed the named disciple test from two months ago at all, let alone stay on the mountain and send back so much money home

Han Li slowly walked out of the Valley of Divine Hands, along the narrow path in the mountains, instinctively heading towards the vaguely visible Chishui Peak.

Han Li has now developed an interest in this small bottle, momentarily forgetting the pain in his foot

Oh! A fist-sized object was picked out by a branch

Han Li's curiosity grew stronger, and just as he was about to take the next action, a sudden sharp pain surged from his foot

Indeed, what is the benefit of this set of mantras I have been practicing? Up to now, I have not seen any usefulness in it. The other disciples who started at the same time are becoming increasingly skilled, their martial arts advancing by leaps and bounds, while I remain stagnant, unable to perceive any change at all

Whenever Han Li saw his fellow disciples gathering together for real sword and gun training, he felt a twinge of discomfort in his heart, wishing he could also pick up a real sword or gun and have a good time with it. Unfortunately, ever since he formally became a disciple of Doctor Mo, Doctor Mo had strictly prohibited him from engaging with such things and forbade him from learning other martial arts from other instructors, claiming it would hinder his progress in cultivating the incantation.

It seems that I unexpectedly kicked a very hard stone hidden in the pile of leaves

He currently has no important matters to attend to. The reason he has been going to Zhang Tie's place punctually every day these past few days is simply to see the strange expression on Zhang Tie's face as he practices under the waterfall, gritting his teeth and making grimaces

Even Zhang Tie, who had only practiced "Elephant Armor Technique" for two months, had become tougher and more resilient, able to withstand more blows, and his strength had increased significantly compared to before

Han Li withdrew his gaze from the distance, his mind still murmuring to himself, and his spirit became even more distracted. His vacant eyes looked at the sides of the path, not even knowing what he was staring at.

Han Li complained inwardly while simultaneously comforting himself

Han Li carefully examined the culprit that had caused his glorious injury. It was a round, bottle-shaped object with a slender neck. The surface of the bottle was covered in dirt, completely turning it a grayish color, obscuring any trace of its original hue

The leaves scattered on the ground all share the same monotonous color—withered yellow, making it impossible for one to find the desired target among the chaotic pile of leaves

Suddenly, Han Li inhaled sharply, his expression becoming peculiar, and then he almost stretched his mouth back to his ears. Instinctively, he crouched down, pressing his hands tightly against his right big toe, and then he half-lay in the grass in pain. This sudden, intense pain struck him down in an instant; his face turned somewhat pale, and a piercing pain occasionally radiated from his right big toe.

Han Li looked up at the trees lining the road. At this time, the season had already reached late autumn, and all the branches of the trees were bare. A thick layer of fallen leaves and dead branches had accumulated on the path, making it soft and comfortable to walk on

It is estimated that Zhang Tie must be feeling somewhat regretful about the books now, right? The dominance of this 'Xiangjia Gong' far exceeds the imagination of these little kids. Han Li thought to himself as he walked, casually kicking the fallen leaves and branches on the ground with his foot

Han Li bent down, wrapping his hands around his ankles, instinctively blowing forcefully at his injured toe through the cloth shoes he was wearing. Meanwhile, he secretly worried whether his injury was serious, whether his big toe would swell and bruise, thus affecting his daily walking.

Han Li originally thought this was a small porcelain bottle, but upon holding it, he realized it was heavier than expected, quite substantial.

After a long while, Han Li finally recovered from the pain. He lifted his neck and scanned the pile of leaves near his feet, trying to identify the culprit responsible for his suffering.

Hearing these sounds, Han Li glanced at the mountain peak again, and his previously improved mood soured once more

Placed the hand on the bottle cap and tried to twist it with force, but it did not budge

Having sustained this injury from the * picture * book, it seems I cannot go to Zhang Tie's place. I should return to my residence first, apply some medicine to my wounds, and then carefully contemplate this small bottle that I unexpectedly acquired.

At this moment, from a nearby mountain peak, the faint sounds of weapons clashing could be heard, occasionally mixed with loud cheers.

Han Li furrowed his brows, randomly groped on the ground with his hands, picked up a relatively thick and long branch to support himself, and carefully stood up on his tiptoes. Then, seemingly unwilling, he vigorously stirred the thick pile of leaves around him with the branch in his hand.

Is it made of metal? No wonder this thing is not very large, yet it can cause such pain to its own foot. However, it is quite rare to see bottles made of metal

It is unfortunate! How could I forget that I still bear the adverse consequences of my close contact with this object on my feet

In a few days, the two of them would plead with Doctor Mo, asking him to allow Zhang Tie to practice another form of martial arts, so as to spare him from this torment. Han Li thought to himself, feeling somewhat uplifted that he could find a way for his friend to escape the current suffering and the burden of books

Therefore, Han Li could only gaze enviously, and occasionally, in private, he could borrow a few weapons from several friendly fellow disciples, practicing with them for a while to satisfy his craving for combat.

Is there anything inside? I placed the bottle next to my ear and gently shook it, but I couldn't feel anything moving inside.

These are the senior brothers from Baiduan Hall, conducting weapon combat training for the newly initiated junior brothers

This "Xiangjia Gong" is truly not something an ordinary person can endure. Just the first layer alone requires enduring such great torment; by the later layers, one would at least have to shed a few layers of skin.

Thinking of this, Han Li, in order to prevent being seen by others, did not mind the dirtiness of the object and tucked the bottle into his bosom, turning around and limping back.

Rubbing the neck of the bottle with my hand, the original color of the bottle was revealed, a beautiful shimmering green. The surface of the bottle also featured exquisite dark green leaf-like patterns, and a small, delicate cap tightly sealed the mouth of the bottle

If you cannot learn anything else, then do not learn at all