(Sorry! I finally finished this chapter last night at midnight, but only just proofread it this morning—hence the slight delay. Please forgive me! Today, I'd like to try combining the two chapters into one to see how it works out. As a result, I'll be uploading it later in the evening. Please don't worry!) Although the members of the Great Sword Sect have been dealt with, there's still one major issue awaiting resolution! The slender, delicate figure of the green-robed maiden, her pale, frail face, and the look of panic in her eyes—all became clearly visible to Han Li in the instant he slightly turned his gaze. It was evident that she had been deeply startled. He didn't answer her questions, but instead bent down, picked up the storage sack from the body of the tall man, then flicked his fingertip, sending a small ball of flame that instantly turned the body into ash. Next, he used the Qing Ning Mirror to absorb the glowing blue light that had been trapping the silver sword and the golden blade, freeing both weapons and placing them neatly into the sack. At that moment, Han Li turned around and walked toward the young woman with a calm, expressionless demeanor. Upon seeing Han Li actually approaching, the young woman, whose face had already been pale, grew even paler, instinctively shrinking back and stepping several paces away. "What do you want?" she finally gathered her courage, reaching into her storage pouch and pulling out a black small sword, which she aimed directly at Han Li. But as soon as Han Li glanced at it, he immediately judged it to be a mere mid-tier magical artifact—a piece of ordinary equipment. It seemed that the yellow silk scarf was the only top-tier magical artifact the young woman possessed. "Is this how you repay someone who saved your life?" Han Li suddenly rubbed his nose and smiled gently. "Someone who saved your life?" The young woman blinked, momentarily confused by the contrast between Han Li's calm demeanor and his earlier demeanor, still struggling to catch up. "You truly are someone who forgets easily!" "If it weren't for my brief intervention earlier, saving the young lady from beneath that man's sword, why should I have needed to resort to such a murderous act of eliminating witnesses?" Han Li said, looking both amused and helpless. "Ah... I'm truly sorry. I... I was so frightened at the time that I completely forgot!" The young woman suddenly recalled the incident with clarity, quickly blushing and stammering in a rather embarrassed manner, her hands fluttering nervously. Her demeanor was truly touching. "It's quite all right. In fact, it's rather surprising that after we met briefly at the Great Southern Assembly, we should now find ourselves meeting again here!" Han Li waved his hand, speaking warmly. For some reason, seeing this girl's shy and awkward manner made Han Li feel especially close to her, as if he were addressing his own younger sister. "My name is Han Li. May I ask, what is your name, madam?" He asked casually. "I... I'm Han Yunzhi." After a moment's hesitation, the young lady blushed and finally spoke out, feeling extremely shy to reveal her name before this young man. "Han Yunzhi? That's a very nice name—it truly suits you well!" Han Li repeated the young lady's name, smiling gently. "Indeed!" Han Yunzhi's cheeks flushed again. "But how did Miss Han come to join Lingshou Mountain and participate in the Blood-Color Trial?" Han Li asked with slight curiosity. "This...well..." Han Yunzhi looked somewhat uneasy, hesitating before finally deciding to speak. "Ah, well! If it's too inconvenient, then no need to tell me—I only asked casually!" Han Li said kindly, which deeply appreciated by Han Yunzhi. "By the way, let's go into the stone pavilion and collect the medicinal herbs now! Otherwise, we might find ourselves waiting for someone else to arrive!" After chatting casually with the young lady, Han Li suddenly added. Hanyun Zhi listened intently, nodding continuously at first, but then, slightly embarrassed, whispered softly: "Master Han, could you please let me have those several stems of Liyang flowers? I only need these flowers—I won't take anything else at all!" "Of course not a problem," Han Li replied with a warm smile, "even if Miss Hanyun hadn't mentioned it, I had already planned to do exactly that." "Thank you so much, Master Han!" Upon hearing this, the young lady immediately beamed with joy and repeatedly expressed her gratitude, her appreciation for Han Li growing even stronger. "Then, since you've agreed, it's best that Miss Hanyun goes first and collects the Liyang flowers herself—don't let me accidentally take them away!" Han Li smiled gently and suggested with composed ease. "Very well," the young lady agreed, finding the suggestion reasonable. She bowed slightly to Han Li and then turned to walk toward the stone pavilion. Yet, just as she had begun to turn around, she suddenly heard Han Li take a deep breath of relief, and then felt a sharp pain on the back of her neck. Her vision blurred, and she instantly lost consciousness, falling But when only a few inches from the ground, he was suddenly intercepted and caught from behind. It turned out that while the young girl turned around, Han Li had swiftly advanced to her back, gently striking her with a palm to knock her unconscious, then swiftly embraced her in his arms, cradling her softly. Holding the girl in his arms, Han Li inhaled the fresh, delicate scent of her body, and his heart stirred with emotion. Without hesitation, he gently kissed her cheek. Yet immediately, as reason returned, he bit his tongue lightly, and soon regained full awareness. He then gazed at her serene face, smiling sadly. First, he gently laid the girl against the wall of the stone cottage and then stepped inside. A short while later, having cleared the entire room of medicinal herbs, Han Li stepped out once more, picked up the girl again, and with a slight sway of his body, disappeared into the pile of stones nearby. Inside a natural stone cave near the summit of the ring-shaped mountain, Han Li laid the girl gently on the ground and then sat cross-legged beside her, closing his eyes to meditate. Han Li finally opened his eyes, a flash of divine light passing through them. His body, which had been employing a swift martial form, gradually regained some strength. He then reached into his storage pouch and retrieved a delicate silver box, no larger than a palm. Han Li gazed at the silver box, lost in quiet contemplation. After a while, he silently lifted the lid and revealed a neatly arranged row of silver needles inside—exactly the acupuncture tools he had frequently used during his days at the Qi-Xuan Sect. He gently traced the silver needles with his fingers. The images of Mo Doctor, Li Feiyu, and others came vividly to mind; the life he had lived on Colorful Cloud Mountain and in the Valley of the Skilled Hands seemed like something that had just happened yesterday. He felt deeply moved. His thoughts, having drifted into a state of serene meditation, finally returned to him. He steadied his mind and, with two fingers, skillfully drew one slender silver needle into his fingers. Then, Han Li glanced at the young woman and again at the silver needle in his hand, his brows furrowing with a touch of resignation. "Miss Han, if it weren't for this set of Unburdening Needles—capable of clearing someone's short-term memory—otherwise, I truly don't know how I could handle the issue of information leaks! Though I believe you will sincerely keep my secrets, the world is full of unforeseen events. Perhaps you'll accidentally mention something by accident, or someone might use a secret method to extract the information from you without even realizing it. I simply can't afford not to be cautious!" Han Li murmured to himself. Then, he reached into his storage pouch and pulled out a red porcelain bottle, pouring out a crimson pill with a fragrant aroma, and promptly pressed it into the young woman's mouth without hesitation. "Thank goodness I still carried the Forget-Dust Pills I prepared casually in the past. This way, I can fully employ the Unburdening Needle technique without any worries. Of course, there's still some risk, but nothing major—within half a day, you'll simply forget everything that happened during that time. I never thought that the needle technique I learned from Doctor Mo's belongings would find practical use in the immortal realm just one day!" Han Li gently stroked the girl's flowing hair, speaking with tenderness. Several hours later, Han Li emerged from the cave with a pale face, quickly hiding beneath a nearby large tree and intently observing the entrance. After one hour, Han Yunzhi stepped out, holding several clusters of Lijiang flowers, her expression puzzled. She glanced around the cave entrance, then rested one hand on her forehead, her eyes gradually adopting a strange expression. Suddenly, she seemed to recall something important, hurriedly placed the flowers into her storage bag, and then swiftly departed, heading down the mountain. Only after her departure did Han Li leap down from the tree. Gazing in the direction where the girl had gone, he sighed and began to walk slowly toward the dense forest on the other side. The third day at the Sacred Realm had finally passed, but the arrival of the fourth day proved far less smooth than the previous day had been. It wasn't that he encountered powerful beast-spirits pursuing him on the road, nor that the records were inaccurate—some of the locations known to yield medicinal herbs simply did not contain the herbs he needed. Moreover, the beast-spirits guarding these herbs had suddenly multiplied. Within just half a day, Han Li had successively defeated three mid-tier beast-spirits and two high-tier ones, leaving him severely drained in both physical strength and magical energy! But now, upon carefully reviewing these external records again, Feng Li immediately noticed a hidden location not far from his current position—famous for cultivating a large number of medicinal herbs. There should be many herbs at various stages of maturity, both immature and mature. This fact stirred his interest. According to his calculations, even if Zhong Wu hadn't harvested the mature herbs, others should have done so long ago. Yet the immature herbs should still be there! Since it was still early and he had no clear destination, why not make the trip and check? Even if the information turned out to be inaccurate, he would incur no loss. As soon as this thought formed, Feng Li could no longer contain himself. After a brief rest, he promptly took off.