With every fan stroke, a thick purple mist surged forth from the fan, rushing directly toward the green-robed monster across. After seven or eight such strokes, the purple mist had grown so dense that it completely enveloped the opponent, forming an impenetrable, solid purple sphere. Meanwhile, the green-robed monster remained entirely concealed within a swirling mass of black vapor. The black vapor and the green mist constantly rolled and tore at one another, as though both were alive. Yet, no matter the view, under the control of the Yan family members, the green mist consistently held the upper hand, gradually compressing the black vapor into an ever-smaller sphere. "My brother's 'Bone-Transforming' fan is one of our Yan family's top-tier magical artifacts. The toxic mist it emits will inevitably dissolve flesh and skin upon contact—indeed, it is exceptionally potent. However, my brother used to find it too harsh and reluctant to use it freely. But now, once he has truly committed himself, he has summoned it forth—clearly, he has made up his mind to ensure the opponent does not leave unharmed." Yan Yu, seeing this scene, brightened up and explained to Dong Xuan'er beside her. "Oh! Is this fan so renowned? I didn't know—how does it compare with the famous Fenglei Fan?" Dong Xuan'er smiled lightly, her lips slightly upturned, exuding a captivating fox-like grace. "While this fan may not match the Fenglei Fan in sheer power, it's a versatile tool—any cultivator with a Wood Spirit Root can master it effortlessly. Unlike the Fenglei Fan, which requires both Wind and Thunder Spirit Roots, those without these dual attributes simply can't unleash its full potential. Therefore, in value, the Hua Gu Fan surpasses the Fenglei Fan!" Moved by Dong Xuan'er's alluring smile, Yan Yu managed to steady her thoughts and explained carefully. "What nonsense! A rather ordinary top-tier artifact, daring to be compared with the Fenglei Fan? Even achieving just one-tenth of its power would be considered excellent! In fact, looking at this fan, I don't even feel that my hand-held artifact, the Zigu Bang, possesses greater power." Seeing Dong Xuan'er and Yan Yu chatting and laughing warmly, Feng Sheng felt a sense of jealousy, and deliberately teased, saying, "You dare to belittle the artifacts crafted by our Yan family? Very well! Then let me see just how powerful your Zigu Bang truly is!" Upon hearing such a low estimate of the Bone-Transforming Fan's strength, Yan Yu grew angry and wanted to put the other to the test. "Excellent! I've actually been eager to learn a bit about the magical prowess of your esteemed nephew from the Yan family!" Upon hearing this, Feng Sheng gave a cold laugh and readily agreed. For a moment, both of them seemed to have completely forgotten about Han Li, their common adversary. "Ah, perhaps I should just let it go—my sister only asked that casually! Why must you both be so upset? Wouldn't it be better if each of you yielded a little, just a little, to make it work?" On the surface, Dong Xuan'er appeared to be mediating, but in reality, she was making both of them even more unwilling to show weakness, It would indeed be impossible to arrange an immediate duel between the two—after all, they were merely competing for each other's favor, and most of what they'd said was just hot air! There were still many reservations on both sides. However, if Dong Xuaner were to keep stirring things up a bit more between them, the situation would surely become much more complicated. Who cares whether they live or die? Nevertheless, Han Li found it strange. No matter how Dong Xuan displayed her charm, captivating all the other men with her grace, in his eyes she still lacked any real allure—no sense of attraction at all. In fact, this wasn't just puzzling Han Li; Dong Xuan herself was deeply frustrated. Her skill in seduction, which she expected to work perfectly, seemed completely ineffective against the very person she most disliked. Otherwise, she would have already managed to keep him in constant turmoil, and he wouldn't have been able to pose such persistent threats throughout their journey. The Yan family members on the other side, though unsure of the opponent's intentions, naturally didn't hesitate—having seen the latter sacrifice his defenses, they were certainly not going to be polite. Immediately, the man raised his precious fan, and as the black energy faltered, the green mist surged forth in a powerful wave! "Boy, with just a little toxic vapor, you expect to impress me? You truly have no sense of self-preservation! You haven't yet realized, have you, that we're all masters of poison, descended from the very roots of this art!" The green-robed figure chuckled darkly. Then, he extended one hand and swiftly struck each of the skulls on their cranial plates. Instantly, the skulls swelled to the size of wheels, their white, bone-like surfaces now subtly wrapped in a layer of black mist, making them appear even more terrifying and eerie. They swiftly absorbed the remaining black energy, then opened their massive mouths again, drawing in the green mist that had previously been shielding them. With every breath, the skulls grew larger, as if nourishing themselves—growing steadily, like a process of replenishment. His brother Yan Yu, upon seeing this, was taken aback. He quickly tried to control his precious fan, rushing to draw back the green mist, but it was already too late—only one-third of the original toxic mist could be retrieved, the rest being swallowed whole by the giant skeleton head. The once vibrant green-and-blue fan surface now dimmed, leaving the Yan family members deeply saddened, knowing that the power of the Bone-Transforming Fan would now be significantly diminished. While the Yan disciple was still recovering from the shock of his artifact's destruction, the massive skeleton head, under the guidance of the green-robed figure, let out a few low groans and surged forward, arriving at his side in an instant, causing him to gasp and scramble, reaching urgently into his storage pouch. Yet at that moment, several skeletons opened their mouths simultaneously, and multiple beams of dark light erupted, converging into a single massive beam that instantly pierced through the yellow wind protecting the Yan family, causing Yan Yu to gasp and collapse, falling from the sky. The voice was warm, refined, and resonant—belonging to a very young man. "Excellent! Since the young master truly has such a refined interest, the Yan family will certainly join in wholeheartedly! Then, let us adjourn the competition for today!" The elder was first startled upon hearing this, but soon responded with equal determination, then waved his sleeve and turned to depart. Seeing this, the young master remained unfazed, smiled lightly, and with a graceful turn of his body, led his team away. The other onlookers, having fully enjoyed the spectacle, quietly dispersed without a word. As Han Li gently shook his head, he barely turned around and heard Yan Yu's murmured words: "How is this possible? My brother-in-law has been defeated—after all, he's one of our Martial Arts Hall's top performers!" "What a top performer! He was merely swept away by the opponent in a few swift moves!" Feng's senior brother sneered, naturally not wanting to miss an opportunity to undermine his rival. "You?" Yan Yu frowned, ready to speak out, but immediately brightened upon hearing the next words from Dong Xuaner. "Senior Yan, I've been traveling for several days and am quite tired. Could we please arrange a more comfortable room so I can rest a bit? I'll join the other activities tomorrow, if that's alright," Dong Xuaner said, stretching her slender waist with a relaxed, languid grace.