"The things that have happened tonight, I don't want the people from Lingshou Mountain to know. Aren't you and your son usually reserved?" The elder was startled, immediately adopting a humble demeanor and repeatedly saying he was certain not to speak out of turn. Han Li stared at the Five-Color Master without speaking, until he saw the elder's face flushed with sweat, at which point Han Li smiled and then, with a subtle shift of his body, vanished completely from sight. As the elder was still stunned, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, and instantly stiffened, slowly turning his head. Indeed, Han Li stood quietly behind him, his expression calm. "Master, do you have any further instructions? I will certainly carry them out," the Five-Color Master said, his voice trembling with anxiety. "Nothing at all—just wanted to say hello," Han Li replied, his tone as composed as ever. "Say hello?" The elder was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding Han Li's intention. But then, suddenly remembering something, he hastily grew pale and checked his condition. To his relief, everything remained unchanged, and he finally relaxed. At that moment, Han Li silently released the Shenfeng Boat, stepping onto the artifact with a swift motion. After a deep gaze at the elder and the young man, Han Li sneered, transforming into a beam of white light and soaring into the sky. The elder and his son, now utterly bewildered, and Mo Yu Zhu, whose expression was filled with complexity, were left behind. Thus, when he had just reached behind the person and secretly struck a palm, he subtly manipulated that palm, embedding a "heart-aching insect" within the person's body. This insect was remarkably unique—thin as a fine hair, nearly invisible to the naked eye, detectable only through one's spiritual awareness. Once it entered the body through the skin, it would gradually crawl along the blood vessels toward the heart. After one or two years, the affected individual would begin to experience persistent chest pain and insomnia, symptoms that would progressively worsen. If left untreated for several more months, the person would eventually succumb to severe chest pain, dying in a manner indistinguishable from a typical myocardial infarction. Even high-level cultivators who visited without prior knowledge of the condition would find no outward signs of illness at all. Given the length of time that had passed, they naturally would not associate the person's death with the palm strike of tonight, and the connection would remain entirely unremarked. This strange, eerie insect that the Han Li obtained from a deceased disciple of the Magic Sect was initially unknown to him. After having it identified by experts, he learned its origin and purpose. Now, it is being used precisely on the master of the Five-Color Sect. In this way, he no longer has to appear unkind before Mu Yu Zhu, and has effectively fulfilled his promise to Mu Feng Wu. Han Li felt a sense of satisfaction as he thought about it. Prior to this, even if the other party truly informed the People of the Spirit Beasts about tonight's events, Han Li would have remained indifferent. After all, he had not injured either of the two father-and-son figures at all during the evening, so it was unlikely that the People of the Spirit Beasts would take such a matter seriously enough to seek his out. As for the son of the master of the Five-Color Sect, he seemed quite promising—hoping that Mu Yu Zhu and he would get along well in the future. With these thoughts in mind, Han Li stepped onto his divine wind boat and sailed directly toward the western part of Jia Yuan City. He also needed to swiftly address the anomaly of the Qú Hún, though he didn't yet know exactly what had happened to it—definitely couldn't simply ignore it. Hundreds of miles west of Jiā Yuán City lay a vast mountain forest, where it was said some venomous snakes and fierce beasts still roamed. As a result, few people ventured there, which likely explained why the Qú Hún had moved to this area after the change. Han Li stood at a height, calmly observing the dark, hazy mountain ranges below, saying nothing. After a while, he reached into his storage pouch, and the "Hú Hún Bell" appeared in his hands. He gently held the bell in his palm, then slowly infused spiritual energy into it. Soon, the bell emitted a faint white glow and floated into the air. "Go," Han Li swiftly formed a hand seal with his other hand, threw the small bell into the air, and softly murmured. The bell trembled slightly, then rang clearly, and sped off in a particular direction. Han Li smiled faintly at this, stepping onto the divine wind boat and following closely behind. Thanks to a single drop of the Qu Hu's essence mixed into the clock during its crafting, he could easily trace the Qu Hu's whereabouts with the clock. Of course, the clock couldn't stray too far from the Qu Hu—should the distance grow to over a thousand li, Han Li would be helpless despite his efforts. But now, observing the clock's response, it seemed the Qu Hu was indeed nearby. Han Li was naturally delighted. Although the night was very dark, Han Li, as a Foundation Stage cultivator, could still vaguely see certain things. Thus, he strode straight toward the spot where the small bell had originally descended, landing amidst a large heap of scattered rocks on the mountain peak. Han Li moved silently, as if a ghost, his steps utterly unperceivable. When he finally spotted Qu Hun, she remained completely unaware, seated on a massive boulder, her legs crossed, eyes closed, appearing deeply immersed in meditation and refining her qi. Could it be that Qu Hu has a kind of spiritual root other than the one typically associated with him? Han Li recalled with growing astonishment. "Then indeed, there's a remarkable coincidence! Among ordinary people, only one in a thousand possesses two distinct spiritual roots, yet both of these individuals have been taken under the care of Doctor Mo." Han Li found it hard to believe, yet then thought again: "Then it truly seems a pity. Due to the difference in their root attributes, Han Li and Zhang Tie have ended up with completely different fates. If Han Li had lacked the Wood attribute instead, his fate might have been... " Han Li felt a tinge of apprehension as he pondered this. "But how could Qu Hu practice the fundamental spiritual cultivation techniques? Could it be…?" Han Li seemed to have an idea. He slightly furrowed his brow, a cold glint appearing in his eyes, yet still chose not to appear. He merely watched Qu Hu practicing with quiet, unyielding composure. After a meal's worth of time, Qu Hu opened his eyes and slowly rose to his feet, stretching his arms and legs. His gaze was lively and bright, as if truly regaining consciousness. Yet when Han Li saw this, he showed no sign of joy—instead, his face remained stern, with a subtle aura of displeasure radiating from him. "The progress today has been quite good! It seems that in another three or four months, I won't have to fear any ordinary person wielding a spell artifact that controls this body anymore," Qu Hu seemed delighted, and finally murmured to himself as he gazed upward. Just as Qu Hu appeared pleased, a cold, composed voice came from one side. "It seems you are quite satisfied with this body!" "Who is that?" Qu Hu's face instantly paled, and he quickly turned toward the source of the voice, his expression now full of alertness. At that moment, Han Li stepped out from behind the rock, his face calm yet carrying a clear chill. "Who are you?" "Ah! You're a Jianji period cultivator!" "Qu Hu immediately asked Han Li a question, but then realized he couldn't gauge Han Li's level of cultivation, and thus grew visibly uneasy. "Exactly this question—I've been wanting to ask you. Who exactly are you, and why have you occupied this body? After all, this body belongs to my close friend, whom I personally entrusted to my subordinates. For so many years, you've taken it without so much as a word—shouldn't you give me an explanation?" Han Li spoke calmly. "Is this body yours?" Qu Hu displayed a mixture of doubt and suspicion, his eyes darting rapidly, clearly thinking of some scheme. Seeing this, Han Li let out a cold laugh, then suddenly raised his hand, revealing the "Yin Hun Bell" wrapped in bright emerald light. "What are you doing?" Qu Hu, upon witnessing Han Li's sudden movement, reacted as if startled, leaping back several paces with a look of sharp alertness. Although he had previously sensed the presence of the Soul-Calling Bell, he was unaware of its specific form, nor did he know that this small bell was the special artifact designed to counteract this body—his only instinct was to assume that Han Li had simply picked up a random artifact to begin his action.