As soon as he entered the room, Yun Tianxiao spotted a man seated low in the center, his hands glowing brightly. He glanced left and right, but did not see the woman named Yun Qin. He was momentarily stunned, then his alertness surged. "Who are you, and where is Yun Qin?" he asked, his gaze steady as his inner法宝 began to stir and activate. "Heh! It's only been a short while since we last met, and you've already forgotten me," the man chuckled, lifting his head to meet Yun Tianxiao's eyes. "You?" Upon seeing the man's face clearly, Yun Tianxiao's expression changed instantly. Without hesitation, he surged forward, preparing to vanish into a streak of light. "Too late!" With a calm tone, the man spoke, and suddenly a cascade of colorful霞es rose from his hands. A flash of light later, several five-colored copper rings appeared on Yun Tianxiao's body, each tightening in unison with a soft hum. Yun Tianxiao cried out, tumbling over in surprise. He was startled, urgently trying to release his treasures, but the法宝 within him remained motionless, firmly sealed as if lifeless. "Master Miaohe! Save me!" As Yun Tian Xiao's spirit soared beyond the earthly realm, he no longer cared for anything else, and immediately cried out in panic. He had barely managed to utter this cry when the man across from him opened his mouth, and a streak of azure light shot forth, curving before it, and then severed his head with a single slash. Without hesitation, the man reached out with one hand, and the storage sack on the body flew into his grasp; the Five-Element Ring and the shimmering light then returned to him on their own. This sequence of actions unfolded with the brilliance of lightning, thunder, and flame, completed in an instant. Yet almost as soon as Han Li's storage sack reached the man, a loud explosion erupted from one side. The wall beside the stone pavilion suddenly shattered, and amidst the flying dust, Master Miaohe appeared, his robe flowing gently. The old master stared gloomily at the corpse lying on the ground, its head and body separated, then lifted his gaze to Han Li, a flash of murderous intent passing through his eyes. With a light exhalation, he said, "You're dead." Then, with a flick of his finger, a brilliant, scorching white light surged forth and struck Han Li instantly. Han Li's eyes narrowed, his heart stirred with alarm. In his hands, the Five Elements Ring swelled and expanded, uniting into a magnificent, multicolored ring that enveloped him. At the same time, he flipped his palm, and the red and yellow jade如意 appeared once more in his grasp. This was the first time Han Li, having advanced greatly in his cultivation, had successfully withstood an attack from a Yuan婴stage cultivator, relying on the ancient artifact's sharp power. Naturally, he had a sense of cautious testing, so though his expression remained composed, his mind was restless and uncertain. A heavy "thud" echoed as the white light collided with the five-colored glow. Han Li felt as though struck by a heavy mallet, his body suddenly launched backward and crashed into the stone wall behind, spinning and dizziness spreading through him. As Han Li was dazed from the fall, a surprised light exclamation echoed from across the way. A flash of white light surged before him, and Han Li gasped, sharply waving his jade如意. Instantly, within the five-colored glow, a red-and-yellow luminous shield appeared. With another powerful strike—this time clearly stronger than the previous one—he staggered back several steps and steadied himself. Calm now, Han Li summoned a thought, and a pair of silvery wings unfolded behind him. As a deep rumble of thunder erupted, he vanished from his spot and materialized instantly in another corner of the room, just in time to evade the next wave of white light. At this moment, Han Li finally made out the true nature of the light—it was a small, shimmering jade mallet, glowing with an intense aura. The elliptical head was adorned with intricate characters, only palm-sized, radiating remarkable spiritual energy. At that moment, after her first strike missed, the Miraculous Crane looked somewhat moved, extending her hand and summoning the small hammer, which whistled past and returned to the broad folds of her sleeve. "I didn't expect a Jin Dan cultivator to possess so many ancient treasures. May I ask your name?" she asked, her eyes flashing with surprise. Han Li pressed his lips together, about to speak, when suddenly the door to the room swung open and Fan Lady entered, slightly excited. "Master Crane! This elder, Lord Li, was specially invited by me to assist in dealing with Yun Tian Xiao, this traitorous noble. Please rest assured—whatever conditions this rogue has agreed upon, I will gladly double the compensation," Fan Lady said, bowing deeply to the Crane Master with great courtesy. Hearing this, the Crane's brows furrowed slightly, her gaze shifting to the lifeless body on the ground, her expression now uncertain and fluctuating. Han Li remained calm, standing still in silence. But upon seeing the Crane's demeanor, Fan Lady grew increasingly anxious. "Very well." Since this is an internal matter of the Miao Yin Sect, the old master won't interfere further. Master Fan, don't forget what you just said." Master Miao Hè finally relaxed his expression and said. "Please rest assured, Master. How could I possibly break my word!" Master Fan's heart, which had been trembling in her throat, settled down immediately, and she promptly smiled gracefully, offering her assurance. The old master nodded, but then glanced at Han Li, his face clouding with a hint of suspicion. "Master Li, where have you previously been practicing? Your face seems quite unfamiliar to me." After a brief pause, he suddenly asked. "I—um—" Han Li felt a sudden chill, paused to think, and then opened his mouth to ease the old master's doubts. But as soon as he uttered two words, a flash of cyan light surged across his face, and his expression instantly changed dramatically. The wind spirit energy, wrapped in golden threads within his body, suddenly erupted powerfully. The intensity and vigor of the surge suggested clearly that the wind-shaped creature, Feng Xi, was not far away. Han Li, stunned and furious, instantly drew upon ten parts of his inner power, only to suppress the surge of Feng Ling Jin. Even then, he broke into a cold sweat. After enduring this crisis and taking a deep breath, he found himself meeting Miao He's eyes—wide with surprise, and tinged with an almost delighted astonishment. Han Li was momentarily taken aback, then suddenly recalled something in his mind. He quickly turned pale, touching his face, only to find that the Transformation Seal had failed—he had reverted to his original appearance. "Han Li?" Miao He, his face now stern, called out his name with clear emphasis. Han Li's face instantly turned ashen, and he silently cursed himself. Without pausing to think, he flashed a silver glow from his back wings, and in the thunderous sound, his form vanished suddenly from the spot. At the same time, the old Taoist waved his sleeve, transforming into a streak of white light and disappearing as well. In the room, only Fan Fu, her expression dazed, remained, her face filled with complex emotions. Above the Shuangfeng Island, a shimmer of silver flashed, and Han Li suddenly materialized there. Yet in the very next instant, a brilliant white light erupted suddenly from the island, rushing swiftly toward Han Li. Han Li's face darkened as he rapidly channeled his Bixie Divine Thunder into his Fenglei Wings. Amidst the booming thunder, he vanished instantly, reappearing a hundred paces away, then vanishing again, and reappearing once more. In the blink of an eye, Han Li's figure had transformed into a small black dot far off. Han Li surged ahead, channeling the Divine-Defying Thunder to awaken the Wind-Thunder Wings, moving with such speed that it was truly astonishing, far outpacing Miao He Zhen, who was left far behind. At this pace, Han Li would have no trouble completely distancing himself from the elder sage in no time. Yet at this moment, the Wind-Spirit Qi within him began to flare up frequently. Almost every meal, it would erupt once. Compelled to do so, Han Li had to pause regularly, drawing on his spiritual energy to suppress the counter-effects of the Wind-Spirit Qi. As a result, Miao He Zhen seized the opportunity, using his divine awareness to lock onto Han Li and relentlessly pursuing him. Yet Han Li's greatest concern lay not here, but rather in the growing intensity of the Wind-Spirit Qi episodes—clearly indicating that the Wind-Split Beast, Feng Xi, was gradually closing in on him. This made Han Li increasingly anxious. With no choice, Han Li resolved to dash toward the small island, which featured a teleportation array. He now hoped that the teleportation array on this island had indeed been constructed swiftly, as ordered by Fan Fu. As long as he reaches this island before Miao He and Feng Xi catch up with him, he still has a chance to escape their pursuit. Though the Wind-Thunder Wings are astonishingly swift, they consume a considerable amount of divine antimicrobial lightning. Thus, after once again pulling Miao He far behind, Han Li folded his wings and donned his crimson cloak, then shot toward the small island in a surge of bloodlight.