Han Li was stunned. As he seemed about to plummet from dozens of feet in the air, crashing hard onto the scattered stones on the ground, his body suddenly twisted, his waist bending into an odd angle. At the same time, his feet locked together, pressing down on the soles, and with a sudden "whoosh," he shot diagonally toward a nearby tree. Only then did cold sweat break out on his forehead. Fortunately, the Luo Yan Step he had learned during his training required no spiritual or magical energy—otherwise, a full Dan Stage cultivator would have been crushed to death right there, which would indeed have been a great embarrassment in the cultivation world! However, the Jian Ji Stage cultivators, surely, would not have been as fortunate. They would undoubtedly suffer significant casualties. Calming his mind slightly, just as he was about to take further action, a series of sharp "clinks" rang out from nearby. Han Li glanced up, startled. Indeed, the two sets of Qing Zhu Feng Yun Swords that had not been absorbed into his body struck the ground with crisp, clear sounds. Nearby, beside them, were also the eight golden mirrors, the ancient floral basket, and the silver small bell. At this moment, they all seemed dim and lifeless, as if their vital energies had completely faded. Han Li was startled and immediately tried to send out a thread of his divine awareness to survey these treasures. But as soon as his awareness stirred, a profound chill surged through him. His once-powerful divine sense, now utterly still within his body, could no longer detach from it at all. Han Li drew in a sharp breath. With both his magical power and divine awareness now gone, he was no different from an ordinary mortal. He could hardly open his storage bag or the bag containing his spiritual beasts. Turning his head, he gazed at the towering black mist now clearly visible, his face growing pale. At this speed of the ghostly mist, his mortal body simply could not hope to escape. After a moment of thoughtful consideration, Han Li frowned, then clenched his teeth and suddenly shook his form, landing beside the treasures. He then wildly grasped at the ground with both hands, and all the treasures came into his hands. Since there was no storage bag available, he had to simply toss these items into his arms at random. Fortunately, the treasures themselves were not too large; otherwise, Han Li truly would have had difficulty gathering them all. Just as Han Li finished gathering these items, a vast expanse of black mist, stretching over a hundred zhang in height, suddenly surged upon the small island. As Han Li stood up, he felt an immense suction force emanating from the direction of the ghostly mist. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was instantly pulled into the air. Han Li was startled, attempting several times to twist his limbs and use the Luo Yan Step to escape, but none of these efforts proved effective. A moment later, he was suddenly drawn into the dense, ink-black mist. Then, countless streaks of black lightning interwove, instantly enveloping him. A deep, resonant roar echoed through the air, and as the flashes of light danced around him, Han Li vanished completely—disappearing without a trace from the ghostly mist. ……Han Li felt a roaring noise in both ears, various strange sounds rushing into his mind like a flood. His body spun and swayed, and he could hardly see anything—everything before him seemed pitch black. Suddenly, he felt his body stop, then, with no support at all, plummeted downward. A heavy thud echoed as his body landed somewhere. The surface beneath him was soft and thick, and he suffered no injury. This finally eased the tension that had been gripping him ever since. Before him, the darkness remained unchanged, yet a strong, fresh scent of blood surged into his nose. Han Li remained silent, feeling the smooth, sticky texture beneath him, with something constantly shifting and moving around. He realized he had ended up among a pile of fish and shrimp, still alive and active. Han Li frowned. He had intended to slowly rise, but as soon as he tried, a sharp, crushing headache struck him, and his limbs grew weak. A sudden dizziness swept over him, rising without any apparent cause. Han Li silently groaned in his mind, knowing this was the consequence of lacking protective magic power and being forcibly transported. He feared he would be unable to rise for some time. With that in mind, Han Li simply lay still within the fish and shrimp, conserving his strength and waiting for his limbs to regain normal function. Yet at that very moment, several dozen feet above his head, a massive black lightning bolt suddenly appeared. A faint glow soon revealed that at about ten to fifteen feet above him, there were numerous strange, pointed stones scattered across the area—indicating they were within an underground cavern. Moreover, the eerie lightning seemed to contain something within it. As soon as Han Li noticed this, a spark of insight passed through him. The black lightning flashed several times before vanishing, and then a dark object fell out of it, precisely landing on Han Li. Han Li jumped in surprise, trying to leap aside, but his body felt utterly powerless, and he could only watch helplessly as the object descended. A muffled gasp from a woman followed, and then, warm and full-bodied, a plump, graceful figure pressed tightly against Han Li. It was a woman, likewise transported here. This woman seemed agitated, not even noticing the man beneath her, and instead struggled to turn over and sit up. In the process, she accidentally grasped Han Li's hair. Han Li was pulled back, his mouth opening slightly in pain, and exhaled softly. "Who?" she exclaimed, realizing now that there was someone beneath her—someone who looked like a stranger—and quickly straightened up. But then her body wavered, her limbs growing weak, and she collapsed. Not only did she press back down onto Han Li, but she ended up lying face-down on his chest, her bright, wide eyes meeting his with a look of fear. She appeared to be quite young. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling. Her heart pounded vigorously, the rhythm especially clear and distinct in the quiet darkness. "Man!" The woman's voice was pleasant, yet utterly unfamiliar. Perhaps because she couldn't see the man's face, Han Li found himself suddenly amused and began to joke. "You?" Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes flashed with annoyance, and she glared fiercely at Han Li. However, due to her limbs growing weak, she could only勉强 lift her neck slightly, trying to move her face a bit farther from him—though clearly, it was all in vain. All the fragrant, warm breath she exhaled landed directly on Han Li's face. Upon inhaling it, he felt a peculiar sensation. At the same time, he sensed the woman's softness and remarkable suppleness, which stirred a growing sense of excitement in certain parts of his body. "What are you doing?" The woman immediately noticed the change in Han Li's posture, her gaze growing more embarrassed and her expression more intense as she fixed her glare on him. Yet, in Han Li's eyes, there was a touch of endearing charm in her fierce demeanor. "It's not that I want to do something in particular. My spiritual power and awareness have already faded. I simply wish to calm my mind, cultivate my nature, and become a refined gentleman like Liu Xia—yet I simply cannot manage it. And yet, I am a normal man. To react this way under such circumstances is truly beyond my control." Han Li chuckled softly, murmuring the words. The woman listened, then gave a short, dismissive hum. Though she said nothing more, it seemed she had absorbed Han Li's explanation. Fortunately, Han Li himself was equally immobile, so despite her deep embarrassment, she could only settle for this. For a while, silence settled in the darkness, broken only by the rhythmic, overlapping beats of their two hearts. Han Li found this experience utterly unprecedented. Below him, countless fish and shrimp stirred wildly, while a complete stranger lay upon him, her warmth and fragrance filling him. How utterly absurd! "Among those who arrived on the island first, are you one of them?" the woman suddenly asked after a moment of quiet reflection. "Perhaps that's accurate." Upon hearing this, Han Li immediately recalled the十余 foreign cultivators who had entered the island. It seemed this young lady was also one of those who had come in response to the news. "What do you mean, 'also considered'?," the woman said, a hint of doubt flashing in her bright eyes. Han Li had just been about to smile slightly and respond vaguely when, unexpectedly, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar. Suddenly, several torches appeared at a distance and began drifting toward them, their shadows beneath the flames subtly shifting. Han Li was struck by this! There were clearly others here, not merely absorbed by the ghost mist like the other cultivators. In moments, the torches had covered half the distance and approached the area. Han Li narrowed his eyes, finally making out the figures beneath the torchlight—four or five tall men, each standing well over a head taller than himself, all in their prime, in their thirties or forties. They wore green robes, holding white, sword-like weapons in one hand, and carrying several large leather sacks on their backs. They hurried toward the scene, stepping briskly. Han Li watched them and was surprised. While silently pondering their origins, a strand of dark hair brushed past his face—revealing a woman at his chest—who turned her head to gaze at the strangers rushing in. Her body slightly trembled, appearing somewhat uneasy and reserved. Noticing this, Han Li furrowed his brows, gently flexed his fingers, and felt a growing sense of strength. It seemed his body was recovering well and would soon return to normal.