(Haha! The next week, it's going to be officially launched. To make sure I'm in top form before then, from today until the launch, I'll only be able to upload one chapter per day! Hehe! After all, it's just a few days! Please bear with us a little! In the meantime, I'd like to take a few days off to relax, take some time to enjoy the flowers and plants—maybe that'll spark some fresh inspiration! The continuous writing over the past few months has truly taken its toll!) Upon seeing her magical artifact successfully deflecting Han Li's golden blade, the white-clad woman beamed with pride. "Of course she'd be overconfident enough to step forward! I never thought she'd have such a top-tier artifact!" she said with a mocking smile, yet her hands didn't hesitate a moment. She flipped her hand again, revealing a pink crystal orb, which she then cast into the air, settling gently atop her head. "Uh-oh! This crystal orb can erode others' magical artifacts. Brother, quickly stop her! That's exactly how my own artifacts were completely destroyed!" the yellow-robed woman gasped, urgently reminding her. Han Li's heart skipped a beat. Without pausing, he raised his hand and threw the silver hook he had just grasped, sending it out as a streak of silver light toward the woman's crystal sphere. The white-clad woman slightly tilted her lips, forming an odd hand seal, and projected a beam of red light toward the crystal sphere above her head. Immediately, the crystal sphere absorbing the spell burst into vibrant red light, began to spin automatically, and sprayed out streams of pink liquid, forming a liquid cloud centered on the sphere. Though only about one zhang in diameter, it completely enveloped the woman's upper area in a deep, rosy glow. Han Li hesitated, not daring to let the silver hook easily penetrate the red liquid, but instead guided it to lower its head and move directly toward the white-clad woman below. At the same time, he quietly summoned another upper-rank artifact—the Qing Su—causing it to glide like a living serpent, silently and steadily moving along the ground. "Rush!" The white-robed woman suddenly pointed at the crystal sphere, and instantly a small piece of liquid cloud separated, plummeting downward and instantly enveloping the white light passing beneath it, slowing it down to reveal its true form—a silver hook! Seeing this, Han Li grew deeply anxious and, with a determined resolve, decided to ignore the silver hook altogether. Instead, he had the Qing Su suddenly weave a tight, mysterious knot around the white-robed woman, temporarily wrapping both her protective shield and body into a large, cozy bundle. Though the white-robed woman possessed numerous magical artifacts, she was momentarily overwhelmed and unable to free herself immediately. At that moment, Han Li, without hesitation, drew forth his scroll artifact—the "Golden Light Brick!" Though he had no confidence in how long Qing Su could hold the woman captive, he now had no choice but to take the risk, hoping to eliminate her before she broke free. The yellow-robed woman, though ordinary in appearance, proved to be quite intelligent. Even without their main implements or powerful scrolls, they continued to unleash a steady stream of minor spells—fire balls and ice spikes—constantly striking the liquid masses that bound Yin Gou and the small mirror, hoping to free Han Li's several artifacts and thus gain an advantage. Yet, alas, these attacks proved as ineffective as scratching the soles of one's shoes. Han Li was stunned, still catching his breath as to what had happened, when a brilliant, blinding yellow flash burst forth from within the forest, streaking across the scene with lightning speed and instantly piercing through his Qing-Suo, the woman's protective aura, and even the white-clad woman herself, leaving her lifeless on the spot before she could utter a cry. Han Li was first taken aback, but then recalled something, and immediately prepared to leap forward—only to find it too late. A blue figure moved like a comet, flashing swiftly several times, and arrived at the woman's side, swiftly pulling off the storage pouch from her waist, then burst into hearty laughter, his face beaming with joy. Seeing that he had arrived too late, Han Li sighed in frustration, yet, driven by the need to save his own life, he steadied himself and watched the man with a calm, composed gaze. The visitor was a middle-aged man with a face etched with scars, long narrow eyes, and a sharp, hooked nose, exuding an aura of intense power that made one shiver the moment they saw him, instinctively stepping back in awe. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the thirteenth layer, deepening Han Li's sense of gravity. For Han Li, no matter who came, his composure had to remain unshaken—especially when the enemy grew stronger; he had to stay calm! He glanced at the artifact that had just been freed and then extended his hand, summoning back the golden blade and the silver hook. The golden blade remained as fresh as ever, but the silver hook left Han Li astonished. What had once shone with bright silver now bore heavy rust, pitted and worn, as if it had become a mere fragment, its vital energy greatly diminished and no longer fit for use. Only then did Han Li understand what the yellow-robed woman meant by "destroying the artifact"—the pinkish liquid sprayed from the crystal sphere was indeed deadly! Any artifact that came into contact with it would surely have to retreat. After this reflection, Han Li was drawn once again by the brilliant yellow glow before the blue-robed figure. It was a strangely shaped small knife with a handle, the handle measuring over a foot in length, while the blade itself was only a few inches long, transparent and glowing with a sharp, dazzling yellow light. Yet it was precisely this unusual object that had single-handedly slain the white-robed woman. Han Li stared intently at this object, his expression gradually darkening, clouds of gloom gathering over his face, his mouth tightly closed. Yet the words "spirit artifact" kept flashing through his mind. From the small knife's powerful impact, its luminous, almost radiant appearance, and the astonishing surge of spiritual energy, every detail confirmed that this object was indeed a spirit artifact—just like his own "Golden Light Brick"—possessing true divine artifact capabilities. This realization left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He glanced upward at the mixed yellow sky; though he couldn't tell what time it was, he was certain it was already early morning on the second day. He began to wonder if his fortune had been completely drained on the first day, which explained why he was now experiencing such a series of misfortunes so early on the second day. First, he had encountered one of his own sect's senior sisters, who had forcibly drawn him into the role of a shield, pitting him against the multi-precious artifact-wielding daughter of Yan Yue Sect. And now, facing off against her, he found her top-tier artifact to be overwhelmingly powerful—so strong that he nearly couldn't keep up. Now comes another madman, not only far more powerful than himself but also wielding a set of divine artifacts—thus, he's three parts stronger than the one who stole the treasures! How can he possibly escape this predicament? He firmly believes this madman won't simply let them go, merely because he's in a good mood; he'll have to fight to the very end! While thinking this, Feng Yue finally finished inspecting the storage pouches and raised his head with a pleased expression—clearly, he's gathered quite a haul. With a grim smile, he was about to speak to Han Li and his companion when he spotted the small mirror and the crystal sphere lying on the ground. A flash of greed passed across his eyes, and he extended his hand to summon both items into his grasp. Unfortunately, before the artifacts even lifted, a small fire ball shot in from afar, interrupting his attempt. Forced to step back, he waved his hand and launched a similar fire ball that successfully destroyed the incoming one. This action left Feng Yue furious, his fierce expression now fully evident. This fiery sphere was precisely cast by Han Li. Having witnessed the power of the small mirror and the crystal ball, how could he allow them to fall into his rivals' hands? The yellow-robed woman, however, was startled by Han Li's sudden move and nearly called out in surprise! Feng Yue slowly gazed at Han Li, his face etched with scars that began to wriggle like living earthworms, sending a shiver down the spine. After studying Han Li for a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and declared: "By what means shall you die? Shall I slowly pare you to death with one blade after another, or shall I roast you alive, inch by inch, in flames?" Hearing this, the yellow-robed woman trembled, her face pale as paper, unable to suppress her growing fear. She instinctively glanced toward the left and right, seeking new strategies. "I want you to die!" Han Li replied with a natural, bright smile!