Han Li raised his head and looked outward. He saw that whether from the Qi Xuan Sect, the Wild Wolf Clan, or other guilds, everyone was pale with fear, gazing at him with wide, apprehensive eyes. After all, the acts of collecting "flying swords," defeating the Golden Light Master, and in mere moments reducing dozens of elite fighters—including Jia Tianlong—to ashes, all demonstrated that Han Li was not merely a celestial master like the dwarf, but one who was cold and ruthless, far from kind or compassionate. As a result, wherever his gaze fell, people bowed their heads and avoided eye contact, and Han Li truly commanded awe and dread from all who saw him. "Don't you dare stay! Do you think you'll remain on the mountain, and I'll escort you down as well?" Han Li suddenly said coldly toward the direction of the Wild Wolf Clan. Though his voice was not particularly loud, it struck the ears of the thousands on the mountain like a thunderclap, instantly sending them into panic. "Run! If you don't move now, he might just burn you again!" It was不知who first raised that cry. Instantly, the people of the Wild Wolf Clan and the other smaller factions surged into chaos, all rushing eagerly toward the foot of the mountain. The dense crowd blocked the narrow path leading down the slope, trampling and crushing countless individuals along the way. A short while later, the entire Luosha Peak became remarkably empty—save for the disciples of the Qi Xuan Sect, no other faction members remained. Wang Juechu was both astonished and delighted. He had never expected the crisis facing his sect to be resolved so effortlessly, and even to see Jia Tianlong completely eliminated. Beyond his overwhelming joy, he now felt a touch of unease. He knew that since the opposing party had managed to assist the Qi Xuan Sect without any significant effort, they could easily use their divine arts to suppress the sect, potentially even making the Qi Xuan Sect's situation worse than that of the Wild Wolf Clan at present. Master Wang's heart, which had just settled, suddenly lifted again as his gaze turned toward the center of the arena. "Huh! Where is Doctor Han?" Master Wang was taken aback upon seeing this. The esteemed physician and the unpredictable factor he had been counting on was no longer in his original spot. "Has anyone seen Doctor Han?" Master Wang Juechu quickly asked the attendants on either side. "We don't know!" "We didn't notice..." Almost everyone shook their heads in confusion. It was only natural—everyone else had been stunned by Han's remarkable ability to revive the dead, and who would dare keep a close eye on such a formidable presence? With Han's elusive movements, vanishing without a trace seemed effortless. "No need to search further," said the gray-robed figure, now looking much better. "I saw him just now, blending into the group of people descending the mountain—he has already reached the setting sun peak." "Then he has gone down the mountain—where will he go now?" Master Wang sighed, a complex expression on his face, murmuring to himself. When he glanced around, his eyes unexpectedly fell upon one person. Wang Juechu's eyes suddenly gleamed, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth, revealing a seasoned, cunning expression. At that very moment, Li Feiyu, thrilled by his friend's sudden transformation into a renowned sage, was enthusiastically discussing the matter with Zhang Xiu'er and was completely unaware that someone had set their sights on him. Thus, the members of the Wild Wolf Clan and other factions swiftly withdrew from Caixia Mountain and continued without pause, night after night, until they had completely exited the territory of the Qi Xuan Sect. The senior leadership of the Qi Xuan Sect, led by Wang Juechu, who themselves had suffered significant losses, did not dispatch any forces to pursue them. For a long time to come, both the Wild Wolf Clan and the Qi Xuan Sect remained quiet, resting and recuperating. This epic battle between the Qi Xuan Sect and the Wild Wolf Clan—full of twists and turns—soon spread across the thousands of miles of land, becoming a local legend infused with celestial and demonic elements. It was widely discussed by figures from both the black and white martial traditions, and even ordinary people eagerly retold it as a tale, keeping it alive for generations. When Han Li, at his residence in Shen Shou Valley, heard from Li Feiyu's lips the tale of his being completely transformed into a demon, he stood speechless, stunned, at the spot, unable to speak for a long time. Li Feiyu, on the other hand, had already been laughing so heartily that she could hardly straighten up, laughing for a full half-hour. Thus, every morning before dawn, Han Li used the "Art of Moving Objects" to transform the scroll into a gray glow, which then continuously spiraled and danced within the valley until he had exhausted all his spiritual energy. He would then close his eyes and quietly meditate, allowing his energy to recover gradually. Once his energy reached a normal level, he would again activate the scroll and begin practicing. This way, Han Li repeatedly practiced the same monotonous training for three consecutive days, until he believed he had initially grasped the practical application of the "Art of Moving Objects," after which he officially concluded the session.