"Master Li, please come in!" The woman pushed open the stone gate. Han Li nodded, said nothing, and stepped forward. The woman followed closely behind. The gate then closed automatically, transforming once again into a regular wall. Upon entering, Han Li noticed a path paved with dark stone, with a faint glow of white light at the far end—seeming rather short. Han Li moved silently and steadily forward. As he rounded the corner, a large stone gate suddenly appeared ahead. Outside the gate stood a middle-aged cultivator with a serious expression, at the mid-Jingdan stage, dressed in elegant green scholar's robes. Upon seeing Han Li, he immediately smiled warmly and bowed respectfully. "This must be Master Li, right? I am Yun Tianxiao, the master of this estate. Welcome to the exchange gathering. Most of the other guests have already arrived. Miss Wen, please make sure to treat Master Li with the utmost hospitality—do not let him down!" The Yun family scholar had been unusually courteous to Han Li at first, then issued a calm instruction to the woman. "Wen friend?" This simple title immediately revealed the woman's identity—she was Wen Qiang's daughter, Wen Siyue, the one Han Li had once casually encountered at the Miao Yin Gate. It was unclear what had happened to her, yet here she was, unexpectedly present. Han Li, who had just seen her, was naturally astonished. Of course, due to Han Li's use of the "Change Form Technique," he recognized her, though she had not recognized him. Upon hearing the middle-aged scholar's words, Wen Siyue's expression instantly changed, and she quickly responded with a voice behind Han Li. Though Han Li did not turn around, he could sense that Wen Siyue was deeply afraid of this Yun Tianxiao. A flicker of surprise passed through Han Li's eyes, and after a gentle smile, he casually exchanged a few polite remarks with the scholar before entering the gate. Inside was a square hall, with a large circular table at the center. Around the table, only a few wide, imposing taishi chairs were scattered, most of which already had cultivators seated. However, when Han Li took a closer look at the figures on the chairs, a slight expression of puzzlement appeared on his face. Aside from two female cultivators at the Jin Dan stage sitting alone, every male Jin Dan cultivator seated beside a graceful, vibrant female cultivator. These women were all at the level of the Twelfth Layer of Qi Condensation or even just beginning their foundation stage. All of them were young, beautiful, and exceptionally attractive. As Han Li was still pondering, a gentle fragrance suddenly brushed past him, and a soft, youthful body trembled slightly against his side. Han Li remained upright, slowly turning his head to face the newcomer. To his surprise, it was Wen Si Yue who had gently approached, filling the air with a delicate fragrance. Han Li slightly furrowed his brow, but did not formally push her away. Instead, he glanced again at the female cultivators beside other male cultivators, and then a look of understanding settled upon his face. After a brief thought, he extended his arm to cradle the young woman's slender waist and strode steadily to an empty grand chair, settling himself firmly. Wen Siyue, like the other female cultivators beside male cultivators, managed to sit down beside him, and at that moment, her upper half lay half-in, half-out within Han Li's embrace. The warmth and fragrance of her body filled him, bringing him great fortune. As Wen Siyue remained silent and her body felt stiff, the arm that had been cradling her waist unexpectedly loosened slightly. She was momentarily stunned, instinctively glancing at Han Li, her expression filled with surprise. Yet at that moment, Han Li remained composed, quietly surveying the others. The seven or eight Dan-stage cultivators present also took a moment to examine Han Li. Though they found his face somewhat unfamiliar, none of them displayed any unusual reactions. In fact, most of them offered Han Li a warm, friendly smile. Han Li's expression eased slightly, and he smiled warmly in return. A few moments later, another five or six Jin Dan cultivators entered the hall, each accompanied by a young and beautiful female cultivator. Observing this, Han Li's face remained calm, though he felt a subtle sense of astonishment. Indeed, Yun Tianxiao's ability was quite impressive—he had managed to secure so many young and attractive female cultivators. Even more remarkable was the fact that each of these women possessed strong cultivation power, clearly indicating their distinguished status. As Han Li was pondering this, Yun Tianxiao himself stepped into the hall, this time accompanied by a graceful and elegant lady. This lady, though only at the Ji Ji stage of cultivation, held Yun Tianxiao's arm with a most intimate air. "Lady Fan!" Han Li exclaimed, taken aback. "Lady Fan, the Left Chancellor of Miao Yin Sect, has also arrived here. It seems she has a close relationship with the host. This journey truly appears to be quite significant. Han Li skillfully concealed the surprise that had been building up on his face, yet his inner thoughts stirred restlessly. "Ah!" Wen Siyue's body trembled slightly within his arms, her lips parting in a soft, almost plaintive sigh. The tone carried both pain and a hint of embarrassment. Han Li blinked, turning his gaze toward her. To his surprise, Wen Siyue now blushed deeply, her face flushed with bashfulness. Han Li's eyes widened slightly as he realized that his large hand, which had been cradling her, had unconsciously pressed against her full, firm chest—his fingers even catching a slightly firm circular mound. The soft, yielding sensation beneath his fingers caused a gentle tremor in his very soul, prompting him to instinctively withdraw his hand and shift his gaze away, a strange feeling stirring within him. The rosy hue that had bloomed on Wen Siyue's neck suddenly faded. With hesitation, she lifted her head, her eyes expressing a mixture of astonishment and surprise at the look on Han Li's face. Han Li felt slightly uneasy on his face, yet deliberately ignored the woman, instead loosening his grip on her slender waist. Though he had never intended to be a model gentleman, this woman being a descendant of an old acquaintance made him feel rather embarrassed. Han Li's unusual demeanor had only been noticed by Wen Siyue; no one else had perceived it. At that moment, Yun Tianxiao had already taken his seat at the head of the table, accompanied by Lady Fan with graceful poise. Naturally, everyone's attention was now focused on these two. "It's truly a privilege of mine that thirteen of our peers have joined this exchange gathering," said Yun. "Though two others have had prior engagements and have departed earlier, this gathering now boasts the largest number of attendees in our history. I need not elaborate further. Now, each of you may present your items and briefly introduce yourselves." "Then, one by one, they may state their offers and the items they wish to exchange, and if anyone finds something appealing, the deal can be finalized." With a warm smile, Yun Tianxiao turned slightly, giving a friendly nod to an elderly, plump man wearing a deep blue robe on his left, indicating that he should begin. The man was tightly holding a slender female cultivator, and only released her with a touch of reluctance upon seeing Yun Tianxiao's smile. After a brief pause, he spoke calmly, "Very well, then, I shall begin. This time, I have brought quite a few valuable items. Anyone who can offer something I need is welcome to exchange with me." As he finished speaking, he removed a storage sack from his waist and gently poured it onto the round table before him. A wave of霞light rippled and curled, revealing several items on the table. Their vibrant qi seemed no ordinary. "Three Tianling pills, one Wohu Shark Immortal Dan, one transformed sea beast hide..." The elder, with every item he lifted, proudly introduced it, his tone filled with satisfaction. Many of the seated cultivators were moved, their expressions filled with astonishment. Clearly, these were indeed rare treasures. Yet, upon hearing this, Han Li could not help but offer a cold, quiet smile. While these items were undoubtedly valuable to ordinary Juandan cultivators, they held little significance for him. Even the most precious Wohu Shark Immortal Dan—though a sixth-rank immortal pill—was nothing special to him. Han Li himself had personally defeated no fewer than seven or eight such beasts. After finishing his list, the plump elder settled back into his seat, once again embracing the slender young cultivator beside him, his face beaming with pride. The young woman, originally somewhat reluctant when he had first approached her, now gazed at him with bright eyes, her expression softening into gentle warmth. Beside the plump elder stood a strange figure wrapped in a red scarf. Upon seeing the elder settle down, he cleared his throat several times and then wobbled to his feet. Remarkably tall and slender, he was so thin he looked like a bamboo pole. "I have brought only one thing—a single egg from the fifth-rank mythical beast, Panli Yurn." He spoke calmly, then reached into his cloak and produced a yellow egg, no larger than a hen's egg. "Panli Yurn"... Upon hearing this, the other cultivators, who had been quietly seated, instantly brightened, their eyes fixed intently on the egg, most of them displaying eager expressions.