Everyone who witnessed the scene felt as though they had gone blind. Initially, when the gray light turned and flew toward the Qi Xuan Sect, people assumed the dwarf had changed his mind—deciding first to eliminate all the less-skilled disciples before returning to deal with the gray-robed figure. Yet, upon reaching the crowd, the gray glow was effortlessly intercepted by a seemingly ordinary disciple who simply raised his hand. How astonishing! At the Qi Xuan Sect, including the Master Wang and the gray-robed figure, everyone was filled with shock and exhilaration at this miraculous turn of events. Master Wang Juechu, especially, felt deeply relieved by his foresight in agreeing to let Han Li participate in the final duel. He realized now that the survival of all the participants in the duel—and the very future of the Qi Xuan Sect—depended entirely on this suddenly enigmatic Han Doctor. Even Li Feiyu, who had some familiarity with Han Li, could only open his mouth in awe, unable to close it. Though he knew his friend was somewhat unusual, the very fact that he had just instantly reclaimed the celestial flying swords of the sword immortals left him utterly stunned, as if dreaming in daylight. As for Zhang Xiu'er, Li Elder, and the others across from him, Jia Tianlong, they were all speechless, each displaying a range of expressions ranging from astonishment to awe. Numerous eyes filled with fear, curiosity, and wonder were all fixed upon Han Li, who remained composed and smiled calmly, as though completely unbothered by the collective attention. Yet no one could have guessed that beneath his serene exterior, Han Li was deeply agitated. Heaven knows—he hadn’t intended to act at all at this moment! His original plan had been to wait until the dwarf made a slight oversight and removed the golden shield, then launch a surprise attack. At that moment, he would simply slip behind his opponent and use a single small "fire bomb" to easily defeat him. Yet who could have guessed that human calculations often fall short of celestial ones? Han Li, merely stirred by the fluttering gray glow, found himself growing restless and, unconsciously, summoned the "Art of Driving Objects" he had practiced countless times. With ease, he seized the item. The simplicity of his success far exceeded expectations. He merely extended his spiritual power to touch the gray light, effortlessly erasing the dwarf's spiritual presence and establishing a direct connection between himself and the glow. Under his guidance, the gray light wobbled like a toddler learning to walk, drifting precariously before settling beside him and being smoothly captured. Now, Han Li felt pleased at having so effortlessly secured the dwarf's treasure, yet he also grew somewhat concerned about having to face the dwarf directly. He was well aware that he had little confidence in his ability to break through the dwarf's turtle-like shield; the only source of his modest assurance was his significantly stronger spiritual power, several times greater than the dwarf's. Of course, from Han Li's expression, there was no sign of concern. He deeply understood that if he held the psychological upper hand, he would naturally gain significant advantages in the actual confrontation, thereby adding to his chances of victory—this was a technique he had learned from the "Glimmering Sword Scroll." Therefore, upon seeing the dwarf appearing as if in imminent danger, Han Li instead projected an air of confident assurance. Now, he was leisurely handling the newly acquired treasures. The gray glow in his hands remained lively, constantly contracting and expanding, with a cold radiance flowing through it, making it difficult to discern its true form. Han Li glanced up at the dwarf, whose face had turned slightly pale, and offered a gentle smile. With a touch of magical power, he wrapped his hands and gently rubbed the gray glow between them. Instantly, the light faded completely, revealing its true nature—a scroll, in fact, a peculiar one depicting a small gray sword drawn upon it. The gray little sword inscribed on the scroll was vividly rendered, resembling a real sword in every way. Even without any magical power being summoned, it emitted a faint, shimmering glow of its own, as if truly a world-class, sharp blade, radiating a cold, penetrating chill. Han Li observed it with a sense of mild disappointment—clearly, it was no flying sword or magical artifact, merely a scroll of a somewhat unusual design. Still, he found himself reassured when he recalled its magnificent performance when it truly shone. Having witnessed its power firsthand, he knew it would prove invaluable to him in the future. Han Li casually tucked the scroll into his chest, unwilling to risk appearing too confident in front of the original owner. He didn’t want to reveal any hidden manipulations the owner might have made on the scroll. Moreover, his "Art of Moving Objects" technique had not yet been refined through much practical experience—still quite clumsy. He doubted he would be able to successfully use this scroll to harm the original owner even now. The Golden-Light Monk across from him watched helplessly as Han Li took his treasures and tucked them into his arms, his anger rising steadily, yet he dared not advance to confront him. After all, Han Li had effortlessly erased the spiritual essence of his seals—proof that Han Li's magical power was at least several times stronger than his own. Faced with such overwhelming strength, the Monk simply lacked the courage to engage in a struggle. "I haven't taken any of the minerals from this land, nor have I harvested any rare herbs or medicinal plants. I've merely collected some gold from ordinary people—there's no reason to kill me," said Han Li, who felt a surge of relief upon hearing this. He realized the other party had mistaken him for a member of some immortal cultivation family, which boosted his confidence. With a composed, gentle smile, he then leaned forward slightly, speaking in a hushed, mysterious tone: "I wonder, then, who you are? Why have you taken an active role in the affairs of common folk, disrupting the established order of the local secular world? This makes it exceedingly difficult for our family to manage." Upon hearing the other's calm and respectful tone, suggesting no immediate intent to harm him, the dwarf felt a great lift in his spirits. His small eyes darted rapidly back and forth before he quickly excused himself: "I am a disciple of the Ye family from Qinye Ridge. I came here merely passing through. I only agreed to assist because of a long-standing personal connection I share with the head of the Wild Wolf Clan." I have absolutely no intention of offending your family, and I sincerely hope you will forgive me. Might I ask how your family is honored? I shall certainly visit to offer my apologies at the earliest opportunity!