Chapter 1: Dr. Mo's Awakening
In the Black Soil Fairyland of the Fairyland, in an ordinary valley.

The stream flows, the grass is lush, the sun is bright, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

There were some inconspicuous bamboo buildings in the valley. In one of the simply furnished rooms, a man was sitting on the ground.

He was dressed in ordinary green clothes and had an ordinary and unremarkable appearance. No one would have thought that this man was the most legendary figure in the True Immortal Realm - Han Li Han Tianzun.

In front of him was a small three-legged tripod with a lid. The body of the tripod was black and of an ancient shape. At first glance, it looked like a brazier used for warming fire in the mortal world.

As Han Tianzun chanted his magic spell, the lid of the small tripod rose up heavily.

Suddenly, the stars moved and the clouds rose.

Chaos was split open by a knife, and all things in the universe began.

Clear air rises to become the sky, and turbid air descends to become the earth.

The four poles and five mountains are covered with lush vegetation; in the rivers, lakes and seas, all living things thrive.

Suddenly, a small world was born, evolving into a variety of human forms, with all kinds of beings...

It turns out that this small tripod is a magical object from the fairyland. With the help of supreme fairy power, it can control a virtual world and speculate on the secrets of heaven in infinite evolution.

With the help of this item, Han Tianzun has comprehended the reincarnation of mortals countless times, intending to use it to reproduce all the secrets of Xuantian's treasure - the Zhangtian Bottle.

At a certain moment, Han Tianzun, who was immersed in the deduction, suddenly had a feeling.

His eyes moved, and then a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It turned out to be Nangong Wan, who was dressed in a white robe as white as snow and was extremely beautiful, walking in gracefully.

She said calmly,

"Husband, do you still remember your old friend who ascended to the Black Earth Immortal Realm?"

"Oh? Li Feiyu?"

Han Tianzun counted with his fingers and knew something.
"It seems that he has caused quite a stir this time. Even the Daozu level has been alarmed!"

"Sister Yuan Yao has already arrived there. Please ask your husband to go with me to suppress the momentum of those Dao ancestors."

"That's fine. But with Li Feiyu's arrogant personality, he probably won't bother asking for help."

Han Tianzun pondered for a moment and said,
"But after all, this time he was promoted to the Daluo realm. This is a major event in the immortal world. As friends, my husband and I are just here to watch the ceremony. We are just here to support our old friend."

"My husband is really thoughtful."

Nangong Wan asked with a chuckle,
"But, will it delay the deduction this time?"

"It's okay. This treasure has been stagnant since my husband evolved the sixth law. The mysteries of heaven are mysterious and unfathomable. If we can add a little more variables, it may not be a bad thing."

Han Tianzun pointed his finger and the lid of the small tripod was put back on, and then the couple left hand in hand.

And the small world in the cauldron still follows its original trajectory and operates on its own...

Not long after, a pink-faced girl with a ponytail came running in, giggling, chasing a few wooden kittens and puppies.

Those wooden cats and dogs were exquisitely made, with their hooves flying around as if they were alive, and meowing and woofing from their mouths, which made the little girl giggle and run around the small tripod.

The girl accidentally bumped into the small tripod.

The lid of the tripod fell to the ground with a clang, and the light inside scattered out, attracting the girl's attention.

She lay down and crawled to the small tripod, looking into the tripod curiously with her big black eyes.

Everything in this small world seemed to have a magical power, attracting her attention...

I don't know how long I watched this.

Then she seemed to suddenly remember that this thing was very important to her father.

She was even more afraid of being scolded by her mother, so she hurriedly closed the lid of the tripod and ran out with the kittens and puppies like a flash.

But she didn't see that in the virtual world of the small tripod, there was a phantom in the shape of the Palm of Heaven Bottle.

After her tossing and turning, the phantom shattered into several pieces and scattered all over the small world, and then disappeared without a trace.

…………

The small world in the cauldron.

Tiannan Continent, Yue Kingdom, Jingzhou, Caixia Mountain, and the territory of Qixuanmen.

A black-skinned boy with an ordinary face was coming out of Shenshou Valley and walking towards the outside of the valley.

He had a confused look on his face, as if he was a little absent-minded, and he was kicking the dead branches and leaves on the roadside carelessly as he walked.

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard.
"Ouch!"

The boy accidentally kicked something with his foot and gasped in pain.

"Who is this wicked fellow? He has no sense of public morality and threw waste porcelain and tiles everywhere. It stabbed me to death! Ouch..."

He sat down in pain, holding his feet, and soon the ground was covered with blood.

I saw a dark green porcelain fragment buried in the mud on the side of the road, with its sharp edges flashing with green light. …………

Two years later, in the Shenshou Valley of the Qixuan Sect, the sky gradually turned white.

Doctor Mo Juren woke up from a heart palpitation and found that he had fallen asleep sitting on a chair last night.

Then my heart began to beat wildly and I felt an inexplicable shudder.

On the table in front of him was the letter he hadn't finished writing last night.

This is a secret letter, and the content of the letter is written with a special potion.

It will only appear after being soaked in a potion prepared with the special secret recipe he left in the Mo family.

The secret letter explained that he was facing a very dangerous situation, but had no way out and had to take the risk.

If his family saw the secret letter, it would mean that he had failed and died.

The person who delivered the letter was a backup arranged by himself. How should the Mohists respond? And so on.

The secret letter was completed last night, and finally a clear letter needs to be written on it to cover it up.

Mo Juren picked up his writing brush, dipped it in some ordinary ink, and wrote the four words "Han Li's disciple".

He paused and inadvertently put the pen down. In this short moment, it seemed that his life experience flashed before his eyes again...

Mo Juren is now almost dying of old age! He doesn't have much time left!

Even though the secret recipe provided by the remnant soul of the immortal cultivator could temporarily slow down Mo Juren's aging after being cursed.

But now, Mo Juren, who is actually in his thirties, is already very old, like a lonely old man in his twilight years.

His only hope now is that his disciple Han Li can succeed in his cultivation so that he can take over his body and be reborn.

This obsession, which was related to his rough life, repeatedly attacked his mind day and night, so that he had long lost his former fierceness and wisdom.

He changed from a "ghost hand" who was sure of victory and had all the wisdom in his hands to a "poison master" who was worried about gains and losses and had lost his mind. He often unconsciously had a murderous look in his eyes and could not help but feel greedy when he saw Han Li.

Han Li, an ordinary boy originally from a mountain village, became more and more shrewd after practicing the "Changchun Kung Fu" he taught.

He had long seen from Mo Juren's abnormal behavior that his master was going to harm him, so he secretly aroused the ambition to resist.

Lies alone could no longer deceive Han Li, so a year ago, Mo Juren had to force Han Li to swallow a poison called "Corpse Worm Pill".

It was agreed that he must practice to the fourth level of "Eternal Spring Kung Fu" in one year in exchange for the antidote, otherwise the corpse worms would attack in his body and he would be eaten to death by his internal organs.

The reason why Mo Juren wrote the secret letter here is because tomorrow is the day he had agreed with Han Li to check whether his martial arts had broken through to the fourth level.

But he was always uneasy and had lost some confidence.

If his plan to seize the body does not go smoothly, he will be wiped out from then on. It is a pity that the business he left behind in Lanzhou, as well as his four wives and three daughters, will not know what fate they will face...

In order to thoroughly motivate Han Li to practice, Mo Juren once went against his conscience and even threatened Han Li's family members in despicable words.

Thinking of Han Li's shocked, resentful, yet resolute look that day, Mo Juren still breaks out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, Han Li did not realize that the giant man "Iron Slave" he brought back was actually his junior brother Zhang Tie, with whom he used to live day and night.

Now, his consciousness has been wiped out by Mo Juren himself, and he has used the secret technique provided by the immortal cultivator to transform him into an invulnerable puppet corpse.

Otherwise, if Han Li discovered these truths, the relationship between master and disciple, and the grace of passing on skills, would all be false and deceptive.

Even his own body is about to be taken away by his master. I am afraid he would rather die than surrender.

All kinds of thoughts flooded into his mind, and Mo Juren seemed to be stunned. He stood beside the desk with a pen in hand, staring at the letter with a dazed look on his face.

Until the sky gradually brightened, the first ray of sunlight in the morning climbed up the windowsill and shone right on the four words "Han Li's disciple" on the letter.

The shining light pierced Mo Juren's eyes, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and his thoughts became magically clear.

When the apprentice was oppressed, he responded with reason, courage and perseverance, as bright as the sun; but the master, on the other hand, was like a ghost, hiding in the dark, calculating and worrying about gains and losses.

It turns out that the reason I’m in this situation today is because I’m afraid of death and have lost my courage!
When he was wandering between hope and despair again and again, he lost his mind.

All these things seemed to make it seem as if the road ahead was an abyss visible to the naked eye, but he couldn't stop and kept jumping forward. How could he break the impasse?

He was the leader of the "Jing Jiao Society" and a tyrant who believed that those who obeyed him would live and those who disobeyed him would die. How could he be willing to leave his future to fate?

Now, a shocking opportunity is right in front of him, his opponent is just a village boy whom he personally taught, but he is still considering retreating.

It's absolutely stupid, ridiculous, ridiculous!

As a sense of heroism suddenly arose in his heart, he grabbed the secret letter that he had worked so hard to prepare last night.

With the circulation of true Qi, the dry and withered palms suddenly became plump and full, shining with metallic light.

This is his unique skill "Magic Silver Hand" that made him famous. Countless heroes and enemies have died under this palm.

The secret letter was crumpled into a ball, and then he squeezed it with force, and the paper ball instantly exploded, turning into debris all over the sky and floating in the air.

It seemed to have also raised his determination to fight against the sky and against people!
When you are alive, you soar in the sky; when you die, you are buried in the dust. Instead of worrying about the way out, why not give it a try?
　Dr. Mo, stand up!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)