The earlier jade scrolls introduced various mythical beasts and formulas for certain elixirs. However, when the cultivator's consciousness focused on the final scroll, she could not help but pause in astonishment. Inside lay a cultivation technique known as "Jin Zhen Fa." Curious, she examined it more closely and was immediately captivated. Holding the scroll in her hands, she studied it for nearly half an hour before finally withdrawing her consciousness, her face filled with awe. This "Jin Zhen Fa" turned out to be a rare, top-tier cultivation technique. Yet how could such a precious technique—so clearly worthy of protection—be placed so casually on the stone table, with no seals or safeguards at all? Though she recognized its value, the young girl hesitated for a while before gently returning the scroll to its original place, then proceeded to explore the others with growing interest. After several days, she had gone through every scroll on the table, most of which dealt with topics such as elixirs, array techniques, and other cultivation-related studies. Only a few were cultivation techniques, yet none were anything less than top-tier. Among them, one known as the "Wrapping Jade Technique" particularly stirred the young woman's heart. The Qingling Sect, though modest in size within the Chaotic Star Sea, primarily practiced the "Qingling Technique," a steady but unremarkable cultivation method—its power far falling short of that of the "Wrapping Jade Technique." After reviewing these jade scrolls, the young woman stood in the room, gazing thoughtfully for a moment before remembering there were other areas she had yet to explore. After a brief pause, she left the stone chamber and returned to the main hall. The other three archways remained blocked by the giant apes stationed beside them, though one still allowed her passage. As a result, the young woman passed through the archway and arrived before another spacious stone hall. This time, upon entering the hall's entrance, she froze in place, motionless for a long while. Before her lay a hall measuring no less than twenty paces in width. At the center of the hall stood a vast array, spanning nearly ten zhang in diameter. From within the magical formation, a delicate, translucent crimson light shield surged forth, constantly shimmering and shifting, radiating an exquisite brilliance. Inside this shield, several small swords and short spears of varying designs flickered and danced—some emitting soft, clear chimes, others colliding and pursuing one another with remarkable vitality, each displaying an extraordinary sense of life and awareness. Outside the shield, near the walls, several simple double-tier wooden stands were arranged. Each tier held a diverse array of magical artifacts, each of which, though less vibrant than those within the shield, still emitted a gentle glow and exuded a palpable aura of spiritual energy. Though the girl had never seen such items before, she knew that the lively, sentient objects within the shield were nothing short of legendary treasures—true divine artifacts. Yet, despite her long-standing admiration for such treasures, the sheer number of them now displayed before her made her genuinely astonished, her dark, wide eyes filled with wonder and disbelief. After a while, the girl returned to her usual self, gazing at the light shield with a strange expression several times before hesitating to walk toward a certain wooden stand. She picked up at random a dark, iron-bar-like artifact from the stand and examined it briefly, only to realize that such an unimpressive item was actually a top-tier artifact. Yet, perhaps overwhelmed by the earlier shock, she now showed little surprise. She then went on to inspect each of the others. On the stand, there were only top-tier artifacts and elite-grade ones—no further categories existed. If she had previously received any of these artifacts here, she would surely have been overjoyed. Yet now, gazing at the numerous treasures and nearly a hundred artifacts within the room, she found herself growing subdued as she stepped out of the room empty-handed, remembering her role as the furnace vessel. …Two days later, inside the stone chamber housing the jade scrolls, the young girl sat on a circular cushion, holding one scroll in her hands, her mind fully absorbed as she gazed intently at its contents—completely captivated by what lay within. Even a bit anxious, speculating that the other might be easily irritated and eccentric! "Isn't that what I seem like?" This young man, of course, was none other than Han Li, just returned from his journey. He entered the stone chamber with a gentle smile. "Master, these techniques...," the young woman, upon hearing that Han Li was indeed the esteemed voice-transmitting master, felt a subtle relief in her heart, though she still stammered as she tried to explain the current situation. "It's quite alright. Since there's no restriction on your entry, feel free to choose any techniques you'd like." Han Li spoke warmly. "Thank you so much, Master!" Hearing this, the young woman couldn't hide her delight and beamed with genuine happiness. Watching her joyful expression, Han Li's eyes briefly softened with an unguarded tenderness. "I haven't stepped outside for a long time. Do you know, Miss Gongsun, if there are any places in this sea region where goods can be traded and exchanged?" After a gentle smile, Han Li asked casually. "When trading goods, there's a small uninhabited island halfway south—about half a month's journey—where there's a market town. Nearby cultivators all go there to exchange items. It's said to have been established jointly by several senior cultivators at the Jie Dan stage, and it's relatively secure. Do the seniors need the sea charts from there?" The girl suddenly remembered something, then quickly glanced at Han Li before lowering her head and speaking softly. "I indeed plan to visit there. Having the sea charts would be most helpful." Han Li didn't hesitate, responding openly and confidently. Upon hearing this, the girl became visibly flustered and finally managed to pull out a jade scroll from her storage pouch, offering it to Han Li with a slightly flushed face. Han Li smiled gently. As he took the scroll, he glanced at the girl's slightly blushing, youthful face, and a subtle expression of something unusual passed over his features. Suddenly, he extended one hand and gently touched the soft strands of her hair. Gong Sun Xing slightly trembled, feeling a bit nervous, yet did not shy away. Only unconsciously drew her pale neck slightly inward! At that moment, however, a gentle voice from beside her whispered, "Don't be afraid! Come to my bedroom tonight—don't forget." With that, Han Li turned and left the stone chamber without further hesitation. Upon hearing these subtly intimate words, Gong Sun Xing was already breathless, her cheeks flushed, her expression utterly at a loss, endearing in her confusion. …At that moment, Han Li had already drifted a thousand li away from the small island, now transforming into a streak of azure light, soaring through the heavens. "Surely this girl must be utterly puzzled. Who, after all, would not be stunned simply by such an unexpected experience?" Han Li mused calmly, a smile playing on his lips as he drifted. When he departed from the Mist Sea, aside from leaving behind the jade scroll of the "Wrapping Jade Technique" and several outdated magical artifacts, he had also deliberately set aside several vials of elixirs and two of the treasures he had previously seized for this young woman. He believed these items would surely help her avoid some detours on her journey ahead. Han Li’s generosity—so rare from him—was not due to any sudden softness toward her, but rather stemmed from the girl’s selfless act of sacrificing herself to save her father, which truly earned his deep respect. Indeed, if Han Li had any regret before embarking on his path to cultivation, it was simply that, after adulthood, he had not been able to serve his parents at home long enough to fulfill his filial duties. Though he had already quietly arranged everything for his family before Yet this could not offset the profound sense of loss lingering deep within him! Moreover, the youthful figure of the maiden reminded him so vividly of his younger sister before her wedding. That was precisely why he had deliberately used the furnace ritual as a pretext to keep her, intending to bestow upon her certain advantages. Of course, the artifacts and divine treasures he left behind for her were, in his own estimation, mere "useless leftovers"—like chicken bones that were both costly and unpalatable. Rather than carry them around, of little use, it would be better to gift them to her now, helping her advance further on her cultivation journey. Her spiritual root was also not particularly strong. As for this small island dwelling, he had already decided long before these guests arrived that, upon his emergence from meditation, he would abandon it entirely. Otherwise, he would never have allowed these mid-career cultivators to leave so easily.