Han Li settled himself half-squat beside "Chen Sister," lowering his head to gaze intently at her vibrant, alluring face. As his eyes swept downward, they lingered on the curves of her supple, full-bodied form. The round, plump breasts, the playful slight protrusion of her navel, and even the more intimate region below—all of these stirred his senses, leaving him dry-mouthed and slightly dizzy. He was well aware that, should he so choose, this enchanting woman could instantly transform him into a true man, one whose very soul would be consumed by passion. Yet, after gazing at her in rapt admiration for a while, Han Li gently shifted his gaze, returning it to her face. He furrowed his brows, then extended a finger, lightly brushing it across the slightly parted lips. Feeling the moisture and smoothness, he quickly withdrew it and inhaled softly near her nose. "It's truly the Huan Dan. It seems the man hasn't been lying." A moment later, Han Li lowered his fingers and spoke to himself, as if completely restored to calm. "Beautiful lady, it seems your luck has been quite good. If you had consumed any other kind of dish, I might have had to resort to more drastic measures—perhaps even make you blush! But since this is a harmonizing pill, such an outcome is unnecessary. I'm sure you've already entered a state of trance before I arrived, and thus won't even remember my face!" Han Li gently lifted the young woman's chin with one hand, gazing into her entranced eyes, and said softly. "In fact, the safest course of action would be to have you vanish completely from this world. Even in a trance, some faint impressions might remain, though the likelihood of that is quite low. Yet you should be grateful! Though I'm not exactly a paragon of virtue, I'm far from a cruel or bloodthirsty man—especially when it comes to women. If this were a man, I would have already severed him with a single cut. I'm certainly not hesitating now." Han Li continued speaking to himself, a faint expression of helpless amusement playing on his face. After saying this, Han Li remained silent for a moment, gazing intently at the woman's beautiful face for a long while before suddenly lowering his head and passionately kissing her rosy lips, gently sucking at them with a somewhat clumsy grace. The woman responded with equal warmth and enthusiasm. After a long, blissful moment, Han Li finally withdrew from her lips with lingering affection. "The relationship between men and women is truly remarkable! Even if it doesn't fully move me to ecstasy, a simple kiss would surely count as a debt repaid—something like a life-saving favor!" Han Li murmured, clearly determined not to lose an inch. As for the foundational pill obtained from the "Master Lu," Han Li naturally had no intention of mentioning it again. "Hmph! Your current demeanor is truly captivating. If it weren't for the old horse's words about the increased likelihood of successful foundation attainment among those with Yuan-Yang and Yuan-Yin bodies, I would never have hesitated to turn down such a delightful opportunity and been forced into the awkward position of being emotionally unsteady!" Han Li's face had started out calm, but as he spoke, he gently shook his head, revealing a deep sense of regret. After all, between a single night of passion and his grand cultivation ambitions, he clearly knew which weighed more—no matter how eager his body had grown. As for why the so-called "Lu Senior Brother" could so casually desire this woman, Han Li didn't need to think much to deduce it: observing his pale, delicate demeanor, it was evident that his Yuan Yang body had likely already been compromised. That was why he felt so unconstrained. Moreover, this very situation probably stemmed from his own lack of confidence in his foundational cultivation, which had delayed his consumption of the Foundation Pill for so long—now, Han Li had the advantage. Once Han Li had made up his mind, he resolved not to waste any more time. First, he used the Fire Ball Technique to create a deep trench nearby, where he laid the body of the "Lu Senior Brother" and then set it ablaze, reducing it to ashes. Finally, he filled the trench with soil, effectively erasing all traces of the body. Then, Han Li further scraped and wiped away the more obvious traces with a long knife from his storage bag, rendering them completely obscure, so that no clues remained. Only after this did he clothe the young woman in his own robe and swiftly carry her away. After flying westward for over a hundred li, he settled upon a more concealed massive rock. He arranged the woman beneath the rock and originally intended to take off immediately. However, upon seeing her flushed face, he sighed softly, touched by her appearance, and then turned back, approaching her once again. He withdrew a white porcelain bottle from his inner robe, poured a handful of white powder onto his palm, then used the tips of his fingers to gently apply some of it to the young woman’s delicate lips. With a touch of resignation, he murmured, “Though the lingering poison of the Huan Dan may not be fatal, prolonged exposure will surely drain one’s vital energy. Even if I perform one good deed, I might as well help you relieve this affliction—my Qing Ling San is precisely effective against this toxin.” As he spoke, he watched the young woman unconsciously lick the powder off his fingers, her graceful, seductive suction of his fingertips leaving him momentarily spellbound. Unable to stay any longer, he quickly returned the bottle, activated his magical apparatus, and took off swiftly. He knew that soon she would awaken, and if he delayed any further, serious complications would surely arise. This time, he flew through the night, only pausing for a brief rest when he was just a few hours' journey from Huangfeng Valley, then entered the valley with full confidence and returned to Bai Yao Yuan as the morning light broke. As soon as he stepped into the garden, Han Li immediately closed himself off in meditation. After three days and three nights, he finally drove off most of the strange matter in his dantian, leaving only a small residue that no longer posed any hindrance and would be gradually absorbed by his true energy over time. Nevertheless, the lingering effects of this great battle had severely depleted his vital energy, and he estimated it would take a month or so before he could regain his previous peak condition. Yet Han Li still felt that all of this was absolutely worth it. For now, he sat at his desk, admiring his greatest prize from this journey—the two blue foundation pills, each the size of a broad bean. After gazing at it for a full hour, he transferred the Foundation Pill into a new container—a supporting artifact, a bronze vial—thus preventing any further loss of its spiritual essence. The original jade vial and wooden box had to be destroyed to avoid any future exposure of this incident. Indeed, during the recent conflict several days ago, he had suffered significant losses: not only were his flying swords and talismans rendered useless, but even his high-quality artifact, the steel ring, was completely shattered. For this, Han Li felt a certain sense of regret. Nevertheless, his gains were also substantial. Besides the green dragon banner, he discovered two other fine artifacts within Lu's storage bag: one was the green rope that had once attacked him, and the other was a silver white hook, both clearly of high quality, effectively offsetting his losses in artifacts. Not to mention, he also found dozens of low- to mid-level scrolls with varying attributes, as well as over twenty low-grade spiritual stones. Yet unfortunately, neither of the basic nor the intermediate talismans was available, and even the single high-level Wind Wall technique had been drained of its spiritual energy during the conflict with Han Li, now reduced to mere scrap. Seizing this opportunity, Han Li went through all his spoils and systematically destroyed everything except those he personally needed or considered particularly precious, in order to eliminate potential future liabilities. Then, he became increasingly eager to consider the matter of the Foundation Pill. In truth, Han Li had no clear understanding of how to consume the Foundation Pill. Should he simply swallow it whole, or would he need to first take certain medicinal preparations or auxiliary ingredients? Might he also require some external assistance? By common sense, such a rare and valuable pill should indeed come with certain specific protocols. Han Li had not previously been aware of the foundation pill, so he hadn't paid much attention to it. He had originally intended to inquire about it after the Blood-Colored Trial, for if the trial failed, everything else would be rendered useless. Yet he hadn't expected to obtain the foundation pills so soon—two of them, in fact! This had now become an urgent matter. Half a day later, Han Li returned to his quarters. As soon as he arrived, he sat motionless before his table, gazing into space, lost in thought. After several hours, he suddenly punched the table corner with such force that his fist turned red, yet he paid no attention, as though his sense of pain had vanished. Recently, Han Li had used the excuse of studying a new spell to gradually probe with Wu Feng for most of the day, and finally managed to extract the method of consuming the foundation pills. However, the results were far from encouraging. It turned out that the process of consuming the foundation pills to achieve the foundational breakthrough required neither any medicinal infusion nor external assistance—merely swallowing them directly was sufficient. In theory, this should have been ideal for Han Li, but Wu Feng's subsequent remarks struck him like a blow. The new issues that emerged after taking the remedy caused him considerable distress, leaving him once again in a difficult predicament.