Han Li ignored the man's startled and angry expression, instead dispersing the blue light enveloping the Soul-Attracting Bell. He then extended his finger and lightly tapped the bell.
With a "thud," "Qu Hun," who was about to take advantage of the situation and escape, immediately fell to the ground.
"My primary magic tool! The artifact you have in your hand is the primary magic tool of this body!" "Qu Hun" exclaimed, fear evident on his face.
"Now that you know, if you don't want to suffer, you'd better explain your origin. I'm quite curious how you managed to possess this body. Aren't cultivators prohibited from possessing mortals?" Han Li said calmly, his voice flat, as if he were just chatting with a friend.
However, upon hearing this, "Qu Hun" couldn't help but shiver. It was well known that possessing mortals was frowned upon in the cultivation world. While it wasn't to the extent of killing those who did, cultivators certainly didn't look kindly upon them. Han Li's unusually calm expression made him even more uneasy, and he couldn't help but think of a way to escape.
"Forgive me, I used to be a Foundation Establishment cultivator before. It was only after my body was destroyed in a battle with my enemies that I had no choice but to occupy this body," "Qu Hun" explained with a forced smile after standing up.
"Is that so?" Han Li replied nonchalantly.
In truth, Han Li was slightly surprised to hear that the man was a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
However, "Qu Hun" couldn't discern Han Li's thoughts. Seeing his indifferent demeanor, he couldn't help but feel even more uneasy and hurriedly said, "Although my cultivation has fallen to the lower levels of the Qi Condensation stage, I still have some magic tools and spirit stones. As long as you don't pursue this matter, I'm willing to give them to you!" His tone became somewhat submissive. It was clear that he understood the principle of bowing under someone else's roof!
However, Han Li didn't pay any attention to his tempting words. Instead, he pondered for a moment before casually asking, "Are you a cultivator from the Seven Sects?"
Han Li asked casually. As far as he knew, there were few Foundation Establishment cultivators outside of the Seven Sects, although some large cultivation families had quite a few.
"Oh, yes, I am a cultivator from Beast Mountain. Could it be that you are also a cultivator from the Seven Sects?" "Qu Hun" replied with a calm expression, but Han Li could see a hint of panic in his eyes, which made him suspicious.
"So you're a cultivator from Beast Mountain! I wonder, is Miss Hanyunzhi from your mountain doing well?" Han Li asked with a gentle smile.
"Hanyunzhi... I'm sorry, I've been in seclusion for many years, so I don't have much impression of the younger disciples," "Qu Hun" replied with a moment of confusion, followed by a few awkward chuckles, seemingly insincere.
"Don't recognize her? Then can you at least tell me about some other disciples you know? I know many cultivators from Beast Mountain, maybe there's someone I know!" Han Li continued to inquire without changing his expression.
"This... " "Qu Hun" began to feel uneasy, his eyes darting around, appearing quite dishonest.
Seeing his evasive behavior, Han Li's expression turned cold, and he said without hesitation, "You disappoint me. It seems you're asking for punishment. It seems that you're not going to cooperate willingly."
Han Li didn't mince words, and suddenly moved forward, swiftly returning with a flash.
"Qu Hun" remained motionless, but a "Mind-Locking Talisman" appeared on his chest out of nowhere, leaving him with no chance to react. He couldn't move a muscle, but he managed to cry out in alarm, "Friend, what is the meaning of this? We can talk things out..."
When used on ordinary people, the Mind-Locking Talisman could completely immobilize them, rendering them unable to speak. However, its effectiveness was slightly reduced against cultivators with some mana, although it still prevented them from moving. They could still speak and show facial expressions.
Han Li paid no attention to his cries and instead took out a jet-black bowl from his storage pouch.
As soon as this object appeared, a chilling aura filled the air, causing the temperature to drop sharply. Then, eerie cries and howls emanated from the bowl, surrounded by strange black mist, making the artifact appear even more sinister. It was the "Soul-Gathering Bowl" that Han Li had recently acquired.
Han Li held the artifact with one hand, casting a cold glance at "Qu Hun," who couldn't help but feel a sense of dread upon seeing the bowl's appearance.
"What are you going to do? Are you planning to use Soul Refining Technique?" When he mentioned the Soul Refining Technique, "Qu Hun" showed an extreme fear in his eyes.
The Soul Refining Technique was a notorious spell in the cultivation world, feared by all. It was said that practitioners of this technique could extract a person's soul and torment it using specialized spells. The excruciating pain inflicted on the soul was unbearable even for the strongest-willed individuals. Moreover, the stronger the cultivator's soul, the more intense the pain they would endure, terrifying all cultivators.
The rumors about the Soul Refining Technique were widespread in the cultivation world, and it was often used by sects and major families to punish traitors. It was known for its cruelty and was notorious in the cultivation world.
"Qu Hun" believed that Han Li was planning to use this terrifying technique, and his face showed extreme fear.
Han Li listened to "Qu Hun's" words without changing his expression, feeling somewhat surprised.
To be honest, he didn't intend to intimidate the man with the Soul Refining Technique when he took out the artifact. He simply wanted to use the bowl's chilling aura to give the man's soul a taste of suffering. But now, this man actually thought he was going to use the Soul Refining Technique, and he was terrified. Han Li couldn't help but feel a little tempted to take advantage of the situation.
"Ask you one more time, what is your origin, and why did you impersonate a cultivator from Beast Mountain?" Han Li didn't respond to whether he was going to use the Soul Refining Technique, instead asking coldly.
This evasion tactic made the man more certain of his beliefs. His face turned pale, and his lips moved a few times, but he still didn't speak.
Seeing this, Han Li didn't waste any more words. He muttered a few incomprehensible spells to himself and then lifted the Soul-Gathering Bowl without hesitation, bringing it close to the man's face.
The moment the bowl appeared in front of him, "Qu Hun" felt an intense coldness enveloping him, as if his soul was about to freeze. It was as if countless steel needles were piercing his soul simultaneously, causing excruciating pain.
After just a moment, unable to bear the pain any longer, he let out a miserable scream, and his facial muscles contorted in agony.
"Don't worry, I haven't even started casting the spell yet
. The pain will be a hundred times worse when I do!" Han Li's voice echoed in his ears.
"A hundred times worse!" Upon hearing this, "Qu Hun" nearly fainted from fear.
The current pain was unbearable for him, and a hundred times worse? It would surely make his soul suffer so much that it would dissipate into nothingness. This was definitely the legendary Soul Refining Technique.
Tasting the bitterness, "Qu Hun" no longer doubted. Therefore, when he saw Han Li cast another spell, he hurriedly changed his tune, "Friend, spare me, I'll talk. Please put away the artifact and don't use the Soul Refining Technique!"
Because of the chilling aura emitted by the bowl, "Qu Hun" felt extremely cold all over. If it weren't for the remaining spiritual power protecting him and his body being stronger than an average person's, he would have been completely stiffened.
"You're wise to understand now. If you keep lying, I can use relevant spells to test the truth of your words. I don't think you're stupid enough to risk your soul for some secret." Han Li's voice was icy cold.
This sentence made "Qu Hun," who had just experienced unbearable pain, shiver, his face extremely unsightly.
