Suddenly, the young spirit flicked his hand, and a green glow flashed, sending out a similar green beam. At once, thunder roared! Arcs of black and gold surged forth, intertwining and colliding with tremendous force, coalescing into a massive thunderball that emitted sharp crackling sounds, shaking the hall with powerful resonance. The atmosphere buzzed with intense energy. Han Li's eyes narrowed in astonishment. "He possesses a divine thunder bamboo artifact!" This revelation startled him. Could it be... Han Li seemed to have an idea now, focusing intently on the green beam shot out by the young spirit. Amidst the brilliant arcs, a slender green arrow—about a foot long—fought fiercely against the seven great swords formed from bamboo hives, displaying equal strength. The arcs emanating from the arrow differed significantly from those on the swords: the golden hues were almost invisible, instead interwoven with deep black streaks, as though enchanted by some mysterious, dark spell. Though thus, the black lightning arc proved astonishingly powerful, and with its interplay against the golden lightning, it ultimately gained the upper hand. Seeing this, Han Li gently exhaled a steady breath. He had never suspected it would truly come to pass. When he first saw the arrow embedded in the white bone skull, he immediately sensed a familiar aura—very much like the one emanating from the golden lightning bamboo he had nurtured to maturity. Yet, the slightly darkened hue of the arrow and the occasional traces of malevolent energy had caused him hesitation. After all, as far as he knew, the golden lightning bamboo had only appeared once in the Luoxing Sea, before vanishing into obscurity for many years. It was truly remarkable that he had now encountered it—something he found hard to believe. Now, however, it appeared that the arrow, which had initially deceived the other party, was not only crafted from golden lightning bamboo but had been fully refined and transformed into a divine artifact by the old ghost—an utterly ironic turn of events! A subtle smile curled at the corner of Han Li’s lips, and a touch of scorn gleamed in his eyes. But suddenly, he thought of something: if the old ghost had suddenly launched his arrows at him while he was observing the bones, at such close range, wouldn't he have been certain death? As soon as this thought arose, he grew increasingly uneasy, his cold sweat pouring down his back, truly terrified. As for the fact that the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword couldn't withstand these arrows, that was no surprise at all. These flying swords had only been trained for a short time and were relying entirely on the power of the Golden Thunder Bamboo to fight, naturally far outmatched by the opponent's artifacts. If the seven flying swords had been refined for a bit longer, they would certainly have been able to stand against this single Golden Thunder Bamboo artifact. However, after this test, since the opponent now clearly had a method to counter the "Bixie Shenlei" of the Golden Thunder Bamboo, Han Li no longer wished to risk a decisive battle. After all, from the initial green shadow to his current form as a young man, he had never fully grasped the opponent's true cultivation level. Moreover, this person was cunning and resourceful, and his array of evil spells and magical techniques was both strange and ruthless, always proving difficult to anticipate. If he were to engage in a full-scale battle, even with his remaining十余万 Golden-Feeding Insects as a decisive tactic, he still could not be certain of victory. He suspected that the other party had also grown wary of his unusual法宝 and distinctive cultivation techniques, just as he himself had grown cautious. With this thought, Han Li simply raised a hand toward the great sword without speaking. Instantly, a thunderous sound erupted as the great sword shattered into seven smaller ones, which then flew back to Han Li. Upon seeing this, the young man's eyes flashed with a hint of cold determination, yet after a brief hesitation, he did not allow the arrow to continue its pursuit, and instead summoned his own法宝 as well. "If you truly are the master of the Supreme Yin Patriarch, then surely you must be well over a thousand years old!" Han Li said coldly upon retrieving his swords, as though he still doubted. "When I had not yet cultivated the 'Xuan Hun Cultivation of Immortal Beasts,' I had already lived for six hundred years. Since transforming into a Xuan Hun body, though I no longer remember the exact number of years passed, I would estimate around four or five hundred years. This achievement is all Otherwise, even with his body still intact, he might have already passed into a state of natural stillness by now." The young man glanced down at his hands, which had returned to their normal state, and said nothing in response. "If you don't clearly explain your origins, I'll sacrifice even more of my vital energy and won't let you leave this place alive," he said, his voice ordinary yet carrying an unmistakable sharpness and cold determination. Han Li managed a bitter smile, then added after a moment's thought, "Senior, you've only asked me questions—aren't I being a bit shortchanged? I too have some questions, and I'd be grateful if you could answer a few of them." Upon hearing Han Li's words, the young man was momentarily taken aback, then burst into hearty laughter. "Excellent! Very good! I'll accept this condition. Though, I fear that once you know too much, your life may be in jeopardy." The young man's enthusiasm was now fully on display. "Ah, don't worry about that at all. If I'm not mistaken, your current cultivation level is no more than that of a late Jin Dan stage practitioner, and I believe I can handle myself quite well." Han Li asked this with a touch of cautious inquiry, carefully observing the young man's expression. But the young man chuckled coldly, revealing no trace of surprise or hesitation, which made Han Li silently mutter, "Old fox." "Enough talk. You said you learned this from a jade scroll, not from my two rebellious disciples. Then hand it over to me so I can examine it," the young man said firmly, radiating an air of assertiveness. Han Li furrowed his brow, hesitated a moment, then reached into his storage pouch and tossed the scroll out. A jade scroll emitting a pale gray glow shot straight toward the young man. The young man did not reach out to catch it directly, but instead raised his hand, where a black aura coalesced into a black serpent that snatched the scroll in its mouth and flew back to his side. With no movement of his hands or feet, the young man's eyes flashed with intense light, fixed steadily on the scroll. After a while, the light in his gaze faded, and with a gentle flick of his finger, the scroll shot back toward Han Li like an arrow. Only then did he speak slowly, addressing him: "Tell me, how did you originally acquire this item?" Merely a jade scroll is not sufficient to prove that you have no connection with those two rebellious disciples." Hearing this, Han Li smiled slightly, did not directly answer the question posed, but instead asked, "Since you possess such extraordinary abilities, your reputation must have been considerable in the past. Could you kindly tell me your esteemed name?" Seeing that Han Li avoided answering and instead turned the question back to himself, the young man felt a surge of irritation, his expression growing stern and sharp. Yet, recalling something suddenly, he replied coldly, "I am Xiao Cha, the Elder of the Xuan Gu Bone Sect. Have you heard of me?" Han Li, upon hearing "Elder of the Xuan Gu Bone Sect," paused and reflected—indeed, he could not recall having heard of such a name before. Yet he remained composed and said calmly, "Since you believe the jade scroll alone is insufficient to establish my identity, then my cultivation technique must not be derived from your lineage. Given your extensive experience, this should be evident. Perhaps you could examine it once more, with greater care." "Having said this, Han Li refined the Sei Yuan Sword Technique to its utmost perfection, the brilliant azure glow on his body growing increasingly dazzling, almost blinding. Then, with a slight flick of his ten fingers, seven or eight beams of Sei Yuan sword energy shot out and struck the wall on one side, piercing through several holes the size of large bowls. "As for the origin of this jade scroll, it's quite simple! When I defeated a wicked cultivator some time ago, I accidentally recovered it from his body. If you still doubt this, then I have nothing more to say—only a battle remains." Han Li lightly tapped his hands, speaking with calm ease. But I'd like to ask you one more thing—besides this jade scroll, did you also receive any other items from the other person at the time?” Hearing this, Han Li's expression shifted slightly. He had a growing sense that the elder was pressuring him, as if his ultimate intention lay precisely in this question. After pondering this, Han Li said nothing in response, instead calmly posing a counter-question. “Since you’ve achieved the state of a xuanhun body and have remained trapped here for so many years, wouldn’t it be true that the xuanhun condensation into a spirit-being has many limitations and drawbacks—such as being unable to walk during daylight hours, or being vulnerable to certain special artifacts?” “Hmph! Do you really think I’d tell you all these details?” the young man exclaimed, suddenly furious, his face turning pale as he sharply interrupted. “Then that makes perfect sense! Do you really think I’d reveal information that you yourself shouldn’t know?” Han Li remained composed, speaking calmly. Xiao Cha paused, slightly startled by this sharp retort, and the anger gradually faded from his face.