A young man of gentle demeanor was accompanied by several young aristocrats. In his early thirties, he had a refined, handsome face, with a faint, warm smile that immediately gave one the feeling of a gentle spring breeze—inviting and pleasant from the first glance. The soft, intermittent footsteps heard throughout were his own. He and the others were chatting and conversing, glancing lightly over the second floor. When they saw Han Li's ordinary, unremarkable appearance, they paid him little attention and proceeded directly to the third floor—clearly, he was the one they had designated as their distinguished guest. As soon as the group reached the upper floor, the servants began to serve an uninterrupted stream of exquisite dishes, one after another, and then the maids and servants were promptly sent down by the young gentlemen, who clearly wished to keep their conversation private. Observing this scene, Han Li's interest grew even stronger. He quietly extended his awareness upward, listening intently to every word being spoken on the upper floor. "Li brother, this time we've truly been blessed by your help—we'd have suffered serious losses otherwise! Your willingness to come this far is truly a favor to us all. Here, I'll raise my cup to you first!" This was the voice of the thin young man, full of heartfelt gratitude. "Thank you all for your kind intentions! However, the kidnappers who carried out this action come from no ordinary background. In the martial world, there's one person who is widely renowned—otherwise, how could anyone, given your standing and influence in Jiyuan City, dare to take such a bold step?" The tall, composed young man smoothly shifted his tone. "Indeed, those kidnappers are quite formidable. I was sleeping soundly at home, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself somewhere else—quite startled at first! Fortunately, my father and brothers managed to locate your father in time; otherwise, we would have faced quite a hardship." The lean, wiry young man spoke with evident relief. "Actually, the Wang officials never made the effort to reach out..." Li, the young man with the surname Li, began chatting with these guests. Yet Han Li had already grasped the essential details from their brief exchange. These well-known young gentlemen of Jiyuan City had been taken hostage by a group of visiting martial arts experts. In response to their parents' growing anxiety, they had turned to the Wusè Sect for assistance. The young man, who should be the son of the Master of the Wuxi Gate, quickly rescued them and is now being warmly thanked by their hosts for his kindness! Han Li, seated at the table, was absentmindedly gazing out the window while listening to the praises the people upstairs were offering to the young man with the surname Li, hoping to hear something useful about the Master of the Wuxi Gate. Soon after, a simple greeting from the slender young man gave Han Li a sudden lift of spirits. "Li brother, I've heard that Master Li will be turning sixty soon, and I'm sure your household must already be making preparations for the celebration. However, I must say, your father is truly in excellent spirits—so vibrant at his age, one would hardly believe he's that old. We will certainly make sure to drink to his health at the celebration!" "Ah, yes! My father has a deep and refined cultivation level, so naturally he stands far above ordinary people. I'm delighted to have you all come—I would be honored to have you. Moreover, my father has just returned from a tour of his branch offices, and he's already planning to personally oversee the preparations. He truly values this occasion." "The young master smiled gently and replied. "Then..." Hearing this, Han Li withdrew his divine awareness. Now that he knew the master of the Five-Color Sect was within the Li family estate, everything had become clear. With this thought, he drained his cup of wine in one go, reached for a piece of silver, placed it on the table, and then said firmly, "Young servant, settle the bill. No change needed!" After saying this, he promptly descended the stairs. The young servant, naturally, followed behind, beaming and repeatedly expressing his gratitude. As he stepped out of the inn, Han Li glanced several times toward the direction of the "Li Estate," a quiet smile forming on his lips, and then turned and left without looking back. In the evening, he would visit the Li Estate. If no other Foundation Stage cultivators were nearby, he would take the life of the Five-Color Sect's master at the moment—thus fulfilling his promise. But for now, it was still daytime, and he was pressed for time. He needed to make good use of this opportunity to attend to other matters first!" Han Li thought this and gradually vanished into the crowd. ... Today, the "Sipin Clan" enjoys a distinguished reputation in Jiyuan City. Though still unable to rival the largest clans, it stands among the very top among mid-sized clans, with its master still being the same "Sun Er-gou" who first rose to prominence. Of course, Sun Er-gou's status has changed dramatically—now, no one dares to call him that anymore. Everyone now addresses him respectfully as "Sun Master." The headquarters of the Sipin Clan has moved from its old location over a decade ago to a more affluent street within the city. The members of the clan no longer rely on the hard, labor-intensive work of selling goods at the docks; through years of struggle and perseverance, they have established a solid and profitable foothold, even opening up reputable businesses such as pawnshops and wine houses. As a result, the Sipin Clan has grown increasingly prosperous, and Sun Master's lifestyle has become ever more comfortable and refined. Just last month, Master Sun had newly married his ninth concubine—a well-known courtesan from Jia Yuan City. This young lady truly possessed a winning charm, capturing the heart of Master Sun, now past his forties, so much that he cherished her dearly and visited her chamber almost every day. The other concubines had long since been forgotten. Now, even as the sun had not yet set, Master Sun was bustling excitedly toward the back courtyard. Simply picturing her graceful and alluring figure, he felt a warm glow in his chest, yearning to see her once more! Yet, when Master Sun pushed open the door to the fragrant chamber, he was utterly stunned. There, seated facing the entrance, was a young man. Upon seeing Master Sun enter, the young man lazily remarked, "Sun Er-Go, I never expected you to have such talent! Your Four-Flat Guild is thriving—clearly, I didn’t make a mistake in choosing you!" This young man not only called out his name but also spoke to him with a tone of condescension—precisely the one who had quietly infiltrated the headquarters of the Siping Sect, Han Li. When he saw Han Li, Sun Er-gou immediately recognized the enigmatic figure who had once helped him rise to prominence. After all, thanks to the "Stable Appearance Pill" he had taken, Han Li's appearance had remained unchanged for many years! This revelation left Sun Er-gou stunned, his heart surging with waves of emotion. After a moment of fluctuating expressions, Sun Er-gou quickly composed himself and bowed respectfully, stepping forward several paces to greet: "It's the young lord yourself! I, Sun Er-gou, pay my respects to you!" It was no small feat for the senior master of the Siping Sect—having not spoken to anyone in such a humble manner for so many years—to now do so so naturally and effortlessly. Observing Sun Er-gou's demeanor, Han Li raised an eyebrow, showing a touch of surprise. Yet soon after, he smiled gently, with a clear interest: "Well, let's put that aside." You're now a master in your own right, so there's no need for such formalities anymore. I've come merely to check on your progress—then I'll be leaving shortly." Hearing this, Sun Er-Gou felt much more at ease. He had indeed feared that this person would come to take over his position. After all, having held such a high position for so many years, he had come to understand something about the ways of the immortals—people like them were not easily resisted by ordinary folk. To be honest, this one had always been like a dragon appearing only by the head, never the tail. He had expected, after receiving such generous favors, to be treated merely as a puppet. Yet, surprisingly, this person had never shown himself again for so many years—giving him a real taste of being a true ruler. And now, just when he thought the other might have completely forgotten him, the young lord suddenly reappeared. This left him, who still didn't know the true intentions of Han Li, deeply uneasy. "Hm!" Han Li glanced at Sun Er-gou, his face suddenly revealing a touch of surprise. "Come here and extend your wrist!" Han Li furrowed his brows and issued the command without further hesitation. At these words, Sun Er-gou was momentarily taken aback, hesitated slightly, then obediently stepped forward and extended one arm. Han Li promptly grasped the wrist firmly and infused a thread of spiritual energy into him, guiding it to swiftly circulate through his meridians. After a brief moment, Han Li released his grip with a composed expression and uttered a statement that left Sun, the chief assistant, utterly stunned. "You've been suffering from a chronic, latent toxin. You'll only last about one month." Han Li's voice was cold and emotionless, devoid of any warmth.