"Yu Zichong, all I'm doing now is reminding you one last time—should anything happen to me, you wouldn't be much better off." "Consider your current spiritual form; it won't last much longer without my help in finding a suitable physical body. If I don't assist you, you might truly dissolve and disintegrate. Therefore, if there's any flaw or falsehood in the cultivation techniques I've passed on to you, now is the time to point it out—there's still time, and I won't hold it against you. I can even cast a curse right before your very eyes." Doctor Mo still wouldn't give up, persistently guiding and persuading the young man. Han Li finally grasped the gist of it. The doctor had been saying all these seemingly unnecessary things out of deep concern that Yu Zichong might have made some subtle adjustments during the transmission of the techniques, causing errors in the practice and ultimately bringing misfortune upon himself. That was why, at this critical moment, he was hesitating and trying to verify the details once more before he could feel truly at ease. "I have passed on the method of spirit-transference to you without the slightest alteration. Should I deceive you in any way, let every member of my clan suffer divine retribution, dying a miserable death—my entire lineage shall vanish from the face of the earth." Yu Zichong spoke without pause, delivering a firm and devastating oath, clearly aware of Doctor Mo's concerns. "Moreover, after you employ the Seven Ghosts' Soul-Consuming Technique, though you may gain sufficient spiritual power to cast a few basic spells for a short time, this comes at the cost of your own essence—your life force being fed to the spirits. Will your remaining essence allow you to use this technique again in the future?" After making this pledge, Yu Zichong sealed off any potential escape route for Doctor Mo. Even though he knew it was absurd and somewhat self-deceptive, this was the only course of action he could take at the moment. "Well, the principle is: trust people once you appoint them; doubt them, and you won't use them. Since you're aiming for such great benefits and willing to take a small risk, this is entirely reasonable," said Doctor Mo, finally making up his mind. Upon hearing this, Han Li felt utterly defeated; if his face had any color, it would surely have turned pale, reflecting his profound sense of despair. Yu Zichong, on the other hand, appeared delighted, his tone brimming with enthusiasm. "It's entirely natural. Think about it—originally, you were a common person without a spiritual root, completely无缘 to enter the realm of immortality. But once this method succeeds, everything changes. With this body endowed with a spiritual root, you can now seek out a noble family or sect dedicated to cultivation, join them, and thus have the potential to escape the cycles of aging, illness, death, and the five elements. At the very least, you'll live far longer than an ordinary mortal." "Ah, I'll gladly accept your kind words." Rest assured, I, Mu Ju-ren, speak with credibility. As soon as the procedure succeeds, I will immediately help you find a suitable body with a spiritual root—never letting you, Elder Yu, fall short. Moved deeply by Yu Zichong's words, Doctor Mu found himself enchanted, his heart blazing with excitement at the promising prospects ahead. He treated Yu with greater courtesy, his tone now full of warmth and intent to build a strong relationship. "Then I shall be deeply grateful, Doctor Mu. Upon success, I will share all my cultivation techniques with you without reservation." Yu Zichong, ever shrewd, skillfully drew closer to Doctor Mu, weaving a strong bond between them. Han Li, standing by, listened intently, his frustration mounting—these two had truly formed an alliance, each showing no regard for the other's dignity, treating his body as if it were already theirs, paying no heed to his own wishes. Yet now, he found himself utterly at a loss. With his doubts settled and his resolve firm, Doctor Mu made up his mind to move forward without further delay. He drew out several slender golden needles from somewhere, swiftly inserting them into the area at the back of韩立's head, which instantly caused his face to glow with a healthy red hue, his spirit to surge, and his energy to rise to a level sufficient to cast spells without error. Then he approached韩立, lifting and positioning him so that he sat cross-legged on the ground. He himself took a seat across from him, hands crossed tightly over his shoulders. With a palm seal held in his hands, the doctor of ink (Mo) raised his arm, sending a beam of red light that struck the pattern beneath韩立's body. Immediately, several of the jade stones around the room brightened. Then, a low, steady incantation began to flow from the doctor's lips, resonating like a spell, causing those present to feel drowsy and gradually sink into a state of deep sleep. As the words reached韓立's ears, his consciousness began to blur, growing increasingly drowsy. "Not good," Han Li knew something was amiss—he was very clear that this was a deliberate move, a prelude to the entity taking possession of his body. He was unwilling to simply surrender and wait passively, so he struggled with all his might against the voice. Yet it proved futile. If he could still control his body, he could stimulate himself through methods like biting his tongue or twisting his flesh to stay alert. But now, he could only endure passively. Under the powerful hypnotic effect of the incantation, Han Li soon lost consciousness. Before falling asleep, he vaguely saw the face of Mo Doctor—once so strikingly handsome—now appearing grotesque and terrifying under the dim light, no longer the elegant man he had always been. "You've become so ugly!" was the last thing Han Li wanted to say before he fell asleep, a simple, wordless expression of helpless resentment. In the endless darkness, Han Li had a very unusual and strange dream. In his dream, he was a green luminous sphere about the size of a fist, possessing his own small realm where he freely drifted, joyously content. But soon, a yellow luminous sphere suddenly burst in—only the size of a thumb, several times smaller than Han Li’s green sphere, yet it came with a bold and hostile demeanor. As soon as it saw Han Li, it charged fiercely, opening its mouth wide to bite him. Han Li, of course, did not back down; he likewise manifested a mouth and launched a vigorous counterattack. In mere moments, Han Li, leveraging his greater size, easily swallowed the yellow sphere, concluding the battle with ease. After his victory, Han Li was elated, savoring the delicious taste of his prize. At that moment, another intruder entered from outside. This newcomer was a green luminous sphere just like Han Li’s, though slightly larger in size—by a full circle or more—yet its glow appeared dim and weak, unlike Han Li’s bright and resplendent radiance. The enemy, upon seeing the green sphere that Han Li had transformed into, clearly seemed startled, pausing and hesitating as if uncertain. But Han Li, having just savored the delightful taste of swallowing the other luminous spheres, had no intention of letting go of his opponent. Without considering the disparity in their strength, he charged straight forward. Seeing this, the enemy also had no choice but to advance and engage in a fierce struggle. Though the enemy was slightly larger in size, it was clearly weakened and frail—merely a hollow frame—lasting only a short while longer than the yellow one before it collapsed and began to flee. Han Li, unwilling to let it go, pursued vigorously. Yet the enemy proved remarkably cunning: every time it was caught and bitten, it detached the damaged portion and continued to escape. As a result, it managed to escape the scene altogether, though its size had diminished by one-third. After two battles, this realm remained exclusively under Han Li's possession. The light sphere he had transformed into still awaited other visitors who might come along, but alas, none ever arrived thereafter. Over time, it grew indifferent and continued to drift joyfully alone, lingering for a very long time—seeming as though it would forever remain so.