Qin Yan saw the always steady Hu surname elder so eager, which was quite remarkable. Though he had picked up from Han Li's tone a clear sense of disdain toward this immortal master, he still recognized that the man was genuinely willing to take disciples—something he couldn't overlook. As for the master's own level of cultivation, he didn't care much about that anymore. Originally, he hadn't ruled out the idea of having his descendants study under Han Li, but after getting to know him over time, he realized Han Li had absolutely no intention of taking disciples, making it impossible to press him. In fact, his ancestors had once mentioned this: when Qin family was just beginning to prosper, the immortal master Li Huayuan had visited them to look for any offspring with potential for immortality, but unfortunately, none of them showed such promise, and he had to return disappointed. Since then, whenever Li master came back to the Qin family, he never again mentioned the matter of taking disciples. According to Li Huayuan's master, his spiritual connection with the Qin family extended only to one generation—after that, no further master-student bond formed with the descendants of the Qin family. Now that a new opportunity for cultivation has arisen, he naturally feels it necessary to give it a try. With this thought firmly settled, Qin Yan called a few of his younger relatives and proceeded toward Wu Master. Han Li watched the scene with a calm, indifferent gaze, saying nothing. Since he had already warned Qin Yan, and the latter still insisted on seeking mentorship, Han Li had no intention of interfering further. In fact, he had never truly paid attention to whether the Qin family's sons and daughters actually possessed spiritual roots. In the ordinary world, those with such roots were truly rare—fewer than one in a thousand! As he pondered this, he suddenly noticed that several Qin family youths approaching Wu Master to speak with him had turned back and cast him with expressions of scorn, their faces beaming with pride, as if mocking his demeanor. Han Li was slightly taken aback at first, then found himself silently chuckling internally. Clearly, these guests had assumed that Qin Yan hadn't invited Han Li to share in the trial of the divine destiny because, in their hearts, Qin Senior had still been most fond of them—thus their confident demeanor. After a quiet shake of his head, Han Li no longer bothered to pay attention to them and instead glanced around the hall. At this point, only a few—no more than six or seven—had remained seated without moving. Most of the others, who had not brought their nephews or nieces, now looked deeply regretful. The only pair that caught Han Li's eye sat at a corner table: an elderly man in his sixties, wearing a green robe, with gray hair, calmly sipping his clear tea, seemingly completely indifferent to the divine destiny unfolding before him. The younger one was a handsome youth with delicate, smooth features, yet occasionally displayed a look of disdain when gazing toward Master Wu. Though these two now seemed to be lounging leisurely, upon seeing them, Han Li could not help but smile faintly. To his surprise, both the elder and the youth were practitioners of cultivation, with solid attainments—Master Wu, the elder, had reached the ninth level of his cultivation technique, and the youth had achieved the fifth level, no less than Master Wu himself. What struck Han Li most was that these two had mastered a unique cultivation method, allowing them to subtly conceal their inner qi, making it nearly imperceptible. Had it not been for Han Li’s significantly higher cultivation level, he would have found it difficult to recognize their status as cultivators. As for Master Wu, naturally, he was far less likely to have noticed the subtle differences in the elder and youth. This ability to conceal one’s cultivation aura even from peers of the same level immediately captured Han Li’s interest. If one masters this method, wouldn't they gain a significant advantage in battles against peers? Thinking this over, Han Li carefully studied the two figures again. This time, however, he noticed something unusual. The young man with a clear and refined appearance had two small holes on his delicate ear ornaments—clearly dressed as a young lady. Han Li was slightly stunned. Just as he was surprised, the young man accidentally caught sight of Han Li, who was gazing at him in quiet admiration, and blushed instantly before glaring at him fiercely. The young lady's behavior drew the attention of an elder seated to the side. He furrowed his brows, turned his head, and looked at Han Li with a composed expression. Seeing this, Han Li smiled warmly at the elder. The elderly scholar in green robes was deeply surprised. He had expected a light-hearted young noble who had spotted his young lady's disguise and was merely teasing her with his gaze. Instead, he found himself facing a rather unimpressive young man who showed not the slightest sign of fear or hesitation. The middle-aged man in green robes was somewhat annoyed, and after a moment's pause, gently closed his eyes. This action made Han Li momentarily startled, and then he began to wonder: "Perhaps the other one is intending to..." Before Han Li could finish his thought, the elder's subsequent actions fully confirmed his speculation. When he reopened his eyes, a vibrant cyan-purple glow emanated from his gaze, and he cast several spells directly at Han Li—clearly aiming to embarrass him on the spot and deliver a modest reprimand. Han Li found this scene rather amusing. With the elder only at the ninth level of Qi cultivation, to attempt such spells on a mid-stage Foundation-level cultivator like himself—wasn't that asking for trouble? As long as Han Li exerted a slight amount of Qi in response, the spells would surely rebound and harm the elder. Yet, since Han Li had set his sights on the elder's subtle Qi cultivation techniques, he naturally didn't wish to create a serious rift with him. Thus, he merely smiled gently, meeting the elder's gaze with calm composure, showing no unusual expression at all. This caused the qing-pao elder across from him, whose face had initially been marked by a cold sneer, to gradually grow astonished, and then suddenly pale with alarm. As the elder silently cursed, realizing he was in trouble and wishing to shift his gaze, it was already too late. The steady gaze of Han Li had begun to shimmer with a faint yellow glow, as though drawn by a magnetic force, compelling the elder's eyes to remain fixed and immovable. Inside, the qing-pao elder felt both stunned and deeply afraid, regretting bitterly. He had never imagined that this young man, who seemed to possess no discernible magical prowess, was actually a cultivator—indeed, one whose cultivation level far surpassed his own. Had he known this earlier, he would never have resorted to the "Dream-Entrapment Technique." Now, his mind was completely under Han Li's control, and he could not free himself from the counter-pressure. The elder grew more and more afraid as he thought, and within a moment, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead. His face turned ashen, yet his eyes remained fixed steadily on Han Li. The young woman in men's attire, finally noticing the elder's unusual demeanor, hurriedly pulled at his sleeve in a moment of urgency. To everyone's surprise, after gently tugging the elder around half a circle, she effortlessly broke his focus on Han Li and rescued him from the counter-effect of the dream-ensnaring spell. The sudden transformation—from death to life—left the elder stunned for a while. Only after a moment did he regain his composure and turn around, as if coming out of a dream. By then, his robe had been completely soaked through with cold sweat. Now, he appeared both anxious and fearful, and after whispering a few words to the young woman, he dared not look back at Han Li again. The elder was well aware that the ease with which the young woman had freed him was a clear sign of leniency on the part of the young woman. Otherwise, at the very least, he himself would suffer significant mental strain and fall ill. Though he didn't know why the other person had acted thus, he still felt it wise to keep his own lineage—his ancestors and himself—away from him. This ordinary-looking young man's cultivation was truly astonishing! He simply could not be reckoned with as someone they could easily provoke. What puzzled him further was that he had already used his Heavenly Eye Technique to examine the person, yet there was absolutely no trace of magical energy emanating from him. Otherwise, he would have been far more hesitant to casually employ the "Nightmare Technique." "It's rare that this person's cultivation has already reached such a level," the robe-clad elder murmured, his face gradually turning pale. If his assumption proved correct, then he would have inadvertently summoned a figure so powerful that even the entire family could not afford to confront him. With this thought, the elder's previously regained composure once again grew uneasy. The young woman in male attire stared in astonishment at the elder's flushed and pale complexion, deeply amazed. In her eyes, her grandfather had always been composed and steady as a mountain, yet now he displayed such an expression! Could it be that this ordinary young man truly frightened her so much? With this thought, she found herself yearning to glance back at Han Li. However, before she could take any action, the elder seemed to have sensed her inner thoughts and suddenly spoke to her in a most serious tone: "Do not bother that young man anymore. If I'm not mistaken, he is likely a cultivator at the Foundation Stage. Avoid provoking him at all costs!" "What? A Foundation Stage cultivator! That can't be right—how old is he, after all?" The young woman covered her mouth with a jade hand, gasping in surprise, her face pale, yet she dared not speak aloud.