The master is inhuman; he beat up his senior brother, destroyed the sect, and then left.

Chapter 15 Entering the game personally

Unlike before, each sound was filled with sorrow, as if pleading for help.

"Heaven has eyes, and retribution is swift!" Han Yi couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure. Those two idiots were the old Taoist priest's spies who had always interfered with his slacking off. Now that they were in trouble, they deserved it.

A sly smile crept across his lips: "Strike while the iron is hot, seize the opportunity! A golden chance!"

As he spoke, he involuntarily strode towards the direction of the crane's cry.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly remembered his senior brother's advice, and his steps faltered, instantly caught in a mental struggle.

He knew that the spirit beasts on the mountain were the old Taoist's precious treasures. If he took advantage of the birds' predicament and cooked them into soup, the old man would definitely not let him off easily. But he was unwilling to turn away and leave them alone. After all, the opportunity was rare, and it was good to vent his anger. If he gave up now, he would probably never have such a good opportunity again.

"I don't need to do anything, I can at least go and take a look!"

Curiosity, like a vine, quickly twined and grew in his heart, gradually gaining the upper hand.

He cautiously approached the source of the crane's cry, taking each step slowly and carefully.

Not far along, two enormous cranes came into view.

Their feathers are as white as snow, like pure angels descending to earth. Tall and elegant, with their long necks held high, they resemble fairies gracefully stepping out of a beautiful painting, elegant and graceful, standing tall and slender.

Unfortunately, one of them was entangled in a huge net and could not move.

Its companions were frantic, trying to peck through the ropes of the large net with their sharp beaks.

The net was clearly unusual; despite its incredibly sharp beak, it could hardly cause any damage to the net ropes.

Witnessing this scene, Han Yi couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "What a pair of beasts! One is in trouble, yet the other remains loyal and devoted, even unto death. Their love is indeed stronger than gold. For the sake of love, I forgive you!"

He had initially intended to take advantage of the birds' distress, but he abandoned the idea of ​​teaching them a lesson.

On second thought, he keenly sensed something amiss. He had just been thinking of making soup to treat himself when he happened to witness one of the fish being caught in a large net? What a coincidence!

"There's a conspiracy!" Sensing something was wrong, he turned around without hesitation, wanting to escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible. However, he had only taken a few steps when he felt a powerful force pulling him back, preventing him from taking another step.

"Let go! Why are you pulling me like that?" Han Yi turned his head and saw that his Taoist robe was being tightly gripped by a long beak, which was desperately pulling him back. "What? Trying to scam me?" Han Yi wondered. He had seen plenty of stories about old people scamming others on Blue Star, but he had never heard of anything like this. "Could it be that I've been scammed by two free-range chickens?"

"Shut up! If you keep this up, I'll make my move. My master is Bruce Lee. Ever heard of Jeet Kune Do?" Han Yi shouted at the top of his lungs.

Upon hearing this, the crane relented. It lowered its head slightly, and glistening tears slowly slid down its cheeks. Soft cries of sorrow escaped its lips, as if it were pleading with him for help.

Han Yi was deeply moved by this. He was usually swayed by gentle persuasion but not by force, but this beast was actually playing the emotional card. He unconsciously scratched the back of his head. He knew that something was amiss, and that it was aimed at him. Leaving quickly was the wise thing to do.

"Whoever's precious child it is, let them save it. I'm not going to play the saint; playing the saint will get me stabbed." But every time he took a step, the crane would tug hard at his clothes with its beak, refusing to let him leave. It seemed to have decided on him.

"This order, it has to be me? I'm the only beast of burden on this mountain, I really have no money, can you let me go?" Han Yi and the stubborn crane were locked in a stalemate, pulling back and forth for several rounds. His toes shuffled on the ground, sometimes struggling forward, trying to break free, sometimes helplessly pulling backward, being dragged back by the crane.

Finally, unable to resist, he could only take a deep breath and say helplessly, "Fine, I'll help you!" "Today, I, the young master, will personally step into this mess and fulfill its wish! Let's see what happens!"

Han Yi found a stone with sharp edges and corners, and after carefully polishing it, a simple stone blade appeared.

"Unfortunately, I didn't bring my Snow-Proud Sword, so I'll have to make do with this stone blade."

As he spoke, he took the stone blade in his hand and nimbly climbed the large tree where the trap had been set, carefully approaching the trap along the branches.

The branches swayed slightly under his weight. In the past, he would not have been able to walk on the branches, but after half a year of inhuman torture, he has been transformed and can now walk on the branches as if walking on flat ground.

Approaching the giant net, Han Yi began to cut the net ropes with his stone blade.

The stone blade, though not as sharp as a sword, still managed to exert considerable destructive power under immense force. However, this bird-catching net was no ordinary object; its tough texture meant that the stone blade remained unscathed even after cutting for a while, making it very difficult to sever the net ropes.

His hands were also cut and bleeding from the net ropes and stone blades due to excessive force, but he did not stop. He wanted to break one of the net ropes first.

"Where there's a will, there's a way! I refuse to believe it!" He kept practicing with his hands and talking, but the net was too stubborn, and his chanting had no effect.

Little did he know that this was a trapping net used only by cultivators, and that ordinary people could not break it except by using incantations.

At this moment, a huge beast, about two zhang tall, rushed over.