One of the cultivators serving beside the junior master of Gui Ling Sect, but then, his face suddenly grew startled as he turned toward the junior master and asked again, "Junior Master, the two elders mentioned that three cultivators are too far from the array—once activated, they cannot be restrained within the array's range. They would like the junior master to think of a way to draw those three closer!" In the direction due west, at a distance of some fifteen to twenty paces from the control boundary, near a block of stone, stood a middle-aged yellow-robed young man with an ordinary appearance, quietly observing everything on the mountain peak—none other than Han Li, who adhered strictly to caution. "Exactly these three," Wang Chan murmured to himself, thoughtfully. After a brief pause, he whispered a few words to the cultivator from the Gui Ling Sect beside him, who continuously nodded in agreement. Then, the Gui Ling Sect cultivator, dressed in the attire of the Yan family, stepped out of the earth platform and the mist, and positioned himself a short distance away from the spell array, beginning to shout loudly: "All guests attending the grand assembly are now to come and draw lots to register for the treasure-hunting event. Once the headcount is taken, the treasure-hunting competition will officially commence." The moment his voice rang out, the attention of other cultivators was immediately drawn, and they began to gather naturally toward the spell array. Even the young couple from the Yan Moon Sect, though reluctant at first, eventually made their way over and entered the range of the array's restrictions. Witnessing this scene, a subtle upward curve formed at the corner of Wang Chan's lips beneath his mask. However, as his gaze shifted to where Han Li stood in the west, the faint smile that had just appeared instantly froze. For the Han Li he saw was motionless, showing not the slightest intention to approach, draw a name, or register—instead, he stood with arms folded, observing with keen interest how the various cultivators gradually gathered around. "Which sect is that man from?" Wang Chan asked coldly after a pause. "Based on his attire, he appears to be a disciple of Huang Feng Valley," the ghostly cultivator beside him, sensing the junior master's displeasure, replied cautiously. "Have the two elders take action! This Huang Feng Valley disciple is quite intriguing. It would be a pleasure to handle him myself." Wang Chan spoke calmly, yet a faint flush of blood pulsed beneath his eyes, as though a subtle scent of blood were emanating from him. "Yes, Lord Junior!" Several ghostly guards behind him shivered and bowed respectfully. …From a distance, Han Li stood by a stone outcrop, appearing to smile warmly at the scene of the cultivators registering their names. Yet if someone approached closely and observed carefully, they would notice that his smile was stiff and forced, with a few fine beads of sweat beading on his forehead. "That Yan family member is actually a disciple from the Gui Ling Sect!" This revelation had struck Han Li like a bolt of lightning just moments ago. He had never suspected a thing when the Gui Ling Sect had disguised themselves as members of the Yan family—indeed, upon hearing the call for registration, he had even intended to go over and join them. But at the very moment this person waved and summoned the cultivators behind him, Han Li was startled to see that the Yan family member had fingernails of a deep, ink-green hue—exactly like those of the yellow-haired, strange Gui Ling cultivator he had seen the day before! Han Li stood stunned, his heart suddenly chilled as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. "Most people wouldn’t keep fingernails of this shade. Could it be…?" Han Li, stunned by an incredible deduction, could not move forward a single step. While he strained to maintain a smile on his face, his eyes scanned the surroundings rapidly. Yet everything seemed normal, as if no one were concealed there—was it truly just a coincidence that the person's fingernails were out of place? The very thought of coincidence arose, yet as soon as it did, Han Li immediately dismissed it! How could there be so many coincidences in the world? And even if it were truly a coincidence, he was not willing to take such a risk—especially given how strangely the spell array appeared! With this realization, Han Li made up his mind. He reached out, and the Shen Feng Boat instantly appeared in his hand. But before he could throw it out, a lazy voice suddenly came from above his head. "I didn't expect, given your young age, that you'd have such good eyesight! You've already spotted the flaw and are trying to make a quick escape. Are you really not going to save your fellow disciples?" Han Li felt his heart sink and, without hesitation, tapped his toe against the ground, launching himself backward with a sudden burst—covering over ten zhang before coming to a stop. Yet, as soon as he reached out a hand to his body, a layer of red protective aura instantly enveloped him, and within that, a layer of emerald glow emerged, forming closely against his form. At that moment, a soft, surprised sound drifted from above—either in admiration of Han Li's swift response or in wonder at his skill of simultaneously deploying two layers of protection. After hearing this, Han Li, now slightly reassured, raised his head with a serious expression to gaze upward. There, at a height of several dozen zhang, a green-robed figure wearing a silver mask stood upright on a massive pike several zhang long. The pike itself was a deep green, with a dark mist swirling around it, casting a chilling impression. Seeing this scene, Han Li felt a sudden chill and exclaimed, “Is that the young master of Gui Ling Sect?” “Hehe!” You needn't need any further introduction—you've already got the best impression of me! But now, shall I let you stay within the array a bit longer, or shall I immediately extract your soul right away?" The crimson hue in Wang Chan's eyes had deepened considerably since he'd stood on the earth platform earlier, his gaze now half-red, with faint traces of wild animal instinct shimmering within. This immediately stirred profound thoughts in Han Li's mind, who couldn't help but wonder what extraordinary secret technique Wang Chan had mastered. Yet, when Han Li heard the mention of "within the array," he instinctively turned his gaze. What he saw then left him with an unexpectedly gloomy expression. At some point, a vast black light screen had enveloped a radius of over a hundred paces, centered on the massive array. Inside the screen, thick, dark-red mist swirled, obscuring everything within completely—so dense that not a single detail could be discerned, and the interior remained utterly silent, as if no one were present at all. Standing around the perimeter of the screen were eight cultivators dressed in green robes. They were intently focused on everything unfolding within the black curtain, never once glancing toward their junior master. It truly seemed that this junior master's subordinates had complete confidence in him! Han Li quickly withdrew his gaze after a brief survey, unwilling to divert his attention. Undoubtedly, though this young master of Gui Ling Sect only appeared at the mid-stage of Foundation Period, he was an exceptionally formidable opponent—any slip and he would be left behind forever. Thinking of this, Han Li extended one hand outward, a beam of white light surging from his palm, swelling with the wind until it transformed into a white scales shield, now standing firmly before him. With the other hand, he tossed the Shenfeng Boat several dozen paces behind, where it gently floated in the air. As per Han Li's plan, the next step would be to raise the Shenfeng Boat and make a swift retreat. What fool would dare to engage this young master of Gui Ling Sect in a direct confrontation here? Don't even think about whether you can defeat the young master of the other faction—even if you manage to dispatch this young master, there are still a whole host of allies waiting in the wings! He simply doesn't have the ability to face overwhelming odds, nor would he do such a foolish thing! Therefore, for Han Li, the best course of action is to return promptly to Huangfeng Valley and report the collusion between the Gui Ling Sect and the Yan family—this would be his sincere effort. As for Dong Xuan'er and Feng Shifu, he can only hope that their respective masters will personally intervene to save them. Wang Chan observed Han Li's actions and burst into loud, hearty laughter—her laughter carried a quiet, chilling intensity that made Han Li feel distinctly uneasy. "Want to run? Where do you think you're going? Die right here!" With that, the young master of Gui Ling Sect suddenly spun around on the spear, and instantly a thick, vivid red mist—like blood—spurted forth from his body. It quickly rose into a blood-cloud towering over ten zhang, surging forward with fierce momentum to engulf Han Li. Han Li, seeing this, no longer hesitated—he leapt onto the Shenfeng Boat, channeling his spiritual power fully. In an instant, both man and boat transformed into a streak of white light, speeding off swiftly through the sky. "Ha ha! Didn't you know this? My blood-spirit evasive technique is no ordinary speed—you won't be able to escape me at all!" Wang Chan's booming laughter followed closely behind Han Li. Though he hadn't turned around, Han Li clearly sensed the sound of his voice, growing progressively closer. Indeed, Wang Chan's technique was faster than even the Shenfeng Boat at full speed—Han Li's face had turned pale with growing concern! (If you enjoyed this, and have a monthly subscription, please give it a point—after all, the monthly ranking can't look too dull!)