Han Li and Qu Hun hurriedly took off from the Xiao Huan Island, but just as they were flying away from the island for more than ten miles on their vehicles, Han Li turned to the ahead and said calmly, "Don't hide any longer—come out now!" Though they were somewhat surprised that Han Li had detected their movements in advance, leading to the failure of their ambush, they couldn't help but feel confident—given their manpower and cultivation levels, defeating a Qi Stage and Foundation Stage cultivator was no great feat at all. Thus, they didn't take it too seriously and decided to press forward directly. Han Li silently observed them for a moment before calmly saying, "Are you cultivators from Kuixing Island? What evidence do you have that I killed other cultivators?" "Hehe! After years of fleeing and hiding, your evidence is now solid—what more do you need to prove? Everyone, move in and seize these two! Take them back to claim your rewards!" The elderly man with white hair snapped his eyes open, turned impatiently toward the others and issued the command. Instantly, the cultivators moved without a word, summoning a variety of magical artifacts at once. Streams of brilliant hues surged forth, pressing fiercely toward Han Li. After a low roar, a flash of yellow light erupted beneath Qu Hu's feet, and he surged forward, meeting the group of magical artifacts head-on. After a few such flashes, he seemed to vanish into the radiance of the various instruments. Yet instantly, a vibrant crimson glow surged forth, enveloping a wide circle—about twenty to thirty zhang in diameter—of the artifacts, causing them to grow sluggish and motionless. Only then did Qu Hu's form appear at the center of this crimson light, his face expressionless as he formed a hand seal and uttered a single character: "Jin." At once, the magical artifacts, as though guided by an unseen force, obediently shot toward Qu Hu's side, and with a simple sweep of his sleeve, they vanished entirely—seeming to be absorbed and stored. Then, Qu Hu turned his gaze steadily toward the group of enforcement cultivators, who had been left utterly stunned by what had just unfolded. "Jiandan stage! He's a Jiandan cultivator!" It was finally someone who realized Qu Hu's true cultivation level when his qi was fully unleashed—his face now pale as paper. The other cultivators were equally alarmed. Two astute ones immediately turned around and took off, riding their artifacts at full speed. The leading white-haired elder, however, lost all his composure, his face filled with disbelief. Since Qu Hu had accepted Han Li's instructions, how could he allow these people to escape? His eyes turned a vivid, blood-red, emotionless as he glanced at the two fleeing figures without a word. Then, with a simple gesture of both hands, two crimson columns of blood erupted from his palms—so swift and powerful that they vanished almost instantly, reaching the backs of the two cultivators who had already fled several dozen paces away. These two cultivators—one wearing a shimmering, earth-yellow armor, the other wrapped in a clearly superior blue luminous chain—were instantly obliterated, both their artifacts and bodies reduced to ashes upon encountering the blood beams. Seeing this, the other cultivators who had also intended to flee grew pale. The white-haired elder, now utterly terrified, urgently called out, "Senior, it's a misunderstanding!" All this has been a misunderstanding...” Qu Hu never listened to the other’s excuses. With a sudden shake of her shoulders, the bloodlight that had been flowing through her body surged upward, forming a vast blood cloud above the assembled cultivators. Then, with a simple gesture, Qu Hu sent out a purple seal. "Plip!" The blood cloud instantly ignited like oil on fire, transforming into a sweeping wave of vibrant purple flames that poured down upon the cultivators on the opposite side. The white-haired elder and the other cultivators, now filled with despair, desperately summoned defensive artifacts and pleaded for mercy. Yet under Qu Hu’s cold gaze, they only managed to hold out for a brief moment before both themselves and their artifacts turned to ash. Qu Hu then moved swiftly, gathering all the storage bags that had fallen to the ground. Han Li, meanwhile, had already picked up the storage bags of the two cultivators who had been vaporized by the light beam, and with a swift flight of his artifact, returned to Qu Hu’s side. "Let’s go!" If any cultivator at the Ji Dan stage comes, it will be a problem! Han Li glanced around and murmured, as though speaking to Qu Hun, yet also to himself. Qu Hun remained silent and instantly returned to the Shen Feng boat. Han Li immediately activated his artifact, transforming into a beam of white light and swiftly vanished. One hour later, two long ribbons of crimson and white streaked toward the scene from the direction of Kui Xing Island, arriving swiftly at the very spot where Qu Hun had slain several enforcement cultivators. As the brilliant light faded, an elderly man with a sly expression and a middle-aged man radiating gray energy materialized in the air. "This must be it!" the middle-aged man said, his tone grave. "The spiritual energy fluctuations here have not yet subsided—clearly, the murderer has only just departed." Among the enforcement cultivators currently on duty on Xiao Huan Island, there was one who was precisely the disciple of this middle-aged man. And now, as the middle-aged man had just used a secret technique to stabilize the spirit tablet of his recently deceased disciple, the tablet was showing unusual signs. The middle-aged man immediately realized that his disciple had met with disaster, and at once took flight with a friend who was visiting his abode, only to find themselves still too late. "Master Yuan! I've used the 'Cloud-Tracking Technique' to trace the movements. The person who attacked must have fled in this direction. If we set out now, there's still a three-in-ten chance of intercepting them," the elder said, pointing gently toward where Han Li had fled, and spoke slowly. "Excellent! We'll go after them together—definitely catch the killer!" The middle-aged man's gray aura surged, and his face grew stern. "However, judging by the disturbance of the ambient qi here, the attacker is clearly a cultivator at the Jian Dan stage. Though only one person was seen acting, who knows if there might be others accompanying them? Should Master Yuan really want to clash with a peer-level cultivator over the matter of a mere ordinary disciple?" The elder suddenly shifted his tone, offering a heartfelt, earnest encouragement to the middle-aged man. Hearing this, the middle-aged man was first taken aback, but soon grew visibly displeased, saying, "Could it be that my disciple has died in vain? If this were to become known, what reputation would I have—timid and hesitant?" "Ah, here, aside from me, who else is there? The murderer is a Ju-Dan stage cultivator who dares to strike and kill at will near the Qi-Xing Island. Clearly not from the southern coastal region. Such a person would naturally keep the matter quiet. As for me, I wouldn't be one to gossip unnecessarily! Thus, as long as we return to the island and appear as though we've arrived too late, the matter will simply fade away. Otherwise, to engage in a sudden confrontation with an unknown peer of the same stage—just for one ordinary disciple—would seem both unnecessary and risky!" The elder chuckled softly, showing a clear sense of indifference. Hearing this, the Master of the Island gradually softened his expression of anger and settled into a thoughtful demeanor. After a moment's pause, he finally calmed down and bowed respectfully to the elder, saying, "Thank you very much, Qi friend, for your reminder. I am truly grateful. We shall now return. From now on, please treat this disciple's family well." "That's exactly right! Those of us who pursue immortality through the Dao of immortals are worth our thousand gold—how could we risk our lives so lightly? Even if we must take risks, there must be a worthy price to pay!" the elder chuckled, clapping his hands beside. "Still, these enforcers have been stationed near the small realm island, monitoring the cave sanctuary there. How could they have caused such a massacre among passing Jin-Dan cultivators? Isn't it likely connected to the two cultivators simultaneously summoned for investigation by the three islands and the Six-Connected Hall?" The middle-aged man then expressed his growing bewilderment. "Well, perhaps it's all connected to us—after all, the Wood Island Master has close ties with the Six-Connected Hall, so he's so eager to pursue those two. As for us, both of us are merely deputy island masters. What could possibly be the need for such concern?" The elder hummed, revealing a clear sense of weariness as he spoke. Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled slightly. Then, after a while of casual conversation with the elder in the air, they returned along their original path.