Hearing this, Han was first stunned. Now he finally understood why the middle-aged man with the surname Feng had been unfriendly to him—apparently, he had taken a fancy to Mei Ning, the graceful young lady, and likely assumed, since Han often appeared with her, that there was some close relationship between them. It was not surprising, perhaps due to the local climate, that although the women here were not unattractive, they all had rough, dark skin, and even with端正facial features, they simply did not look particularly appealing. Thus, it was only natural that the senior monk Feng had been immediately struck by Mei Ning's charm. After all, with her elegant appearance—though not quite at the level of Yuan Yao or Zi Ling, who were known to captivate entire realms—she was already a rare beauty. Moreover, having practiced for many years, she exuded a subtle, ethereal aura that ordinary people lacked, making her even more delicate and enchanting. "What you just mentioned, I shall treat as entirely unfamiliar. As a cultivator, I will never marry a mortal. Please leave at once." "To韩立's surprise, Mei Ning had shown an unexpected determination, boldly stating her cold words without any hesitation. 'Hmph! I suspect Mei misses the current situation entirely. This is the Yinming Realm—your claims of being a cultivator mean nothing here. Ordinary people may hold some reverence for you cultivators, but in my eyes, without Yinming Beast Crystals, you are no more esteemed than common folk. Do you really think your companion can stand against me in this situation? With my cultivation skills, which have earned me renown across the Western Sea, if I so choose, I could easily eliminate him. Indeed, who in this entire village could possibly stop me?' The middle-aged man with the surname Fei, clearly incensed by Mei Ning's refusal, grew increasingly stern, shifting into a tone of firm threat. 'Do you dare to intimidate me?' Mei Ning seemed utterly astonished that a commoner would dare to challenge her, her voice trembling with indignation. 'Why shouldn't you?' "I still dare..." "What do you intend to do?" Without knowing what extraordinary thing the middle-aged man named Feng had done, a sudden, startled cry of alarm escaped Mei Ning. Hearing this, Han Li rubbed his nose, feeling a wave of bitter humor. Though Mei Ning had no direct connection with him, they had always been together among the cultivators visiting this place. To simply let her suffer without intervening, he had never felt so cold and indifferent before. As he thought this, the humor on his face instantly turned into a sharp, cold expression. With a loud "thud," before Mei Ning could emit her second cry, Han Li kicked open the door and stepped inside with calm composure. The middle-aged man named Feng, who had been pressing Mei Ning against the corner of the room with a menacing smile, froze and turned around in surprise at the sudden commotion. When he saw it was Han Li who had entered, a flicker of doubt passed through his eyes, but his expression quickly darkened. Mei Ning, who had been pale with anxiety, immediately rushed forward in surprise upon seeing Han Li enter, and instantly took refuge behind him. "Master Han, be careful—this person seems intent on harming you!" The young woman, once her mind had steadied, promptly issued a warning. "Rest assured—I've heard a few of your conversations inside." Han Li replied calmly, without turning around. "When did you arrive? I didn't hear a single sound." The middle-aged man across from him stared at Han Li coldly, refusing even to offer his name. He prided himself on his exceptional internal power, capable of hearing the rustle of falling flowers and leaves within ten zhang—yet Han Li had stood silently at the door without a trace of movement, which now seemed odd to him. "It appears you are confident in your martial prowess. Yet, to have set your sights on me seems rather foolish." Han Li appeared slightly distracted, lazily gazing at the man, speaking slowly and deliberately. "Foolish?" "This has been a long time since anyone has said it to me. As compensation, I shall break one of your arms as a measure of reproof." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man with the surname Feng flashed a fierce expression in his eyes. Without hesitation, he darted forward with a sudden surge of momentum, charging straight at Han Li like a powerful bowstring, while simultaneously extending his right hand slightly. His entire palm suddenly expanded by one-third, carrying a strong gust of wind, and he pressed it firmly against Han Li's right arm. The posture seemed to indicate that, with a single grasp, he would crush Han Li's arm into two pieces. Han Li, gazing at the swift attack, remained expressionless. Suddenly, his body swayed slightly left and right in place, blurring for a moment, and then four or five identical figures shot out instantly, directly facing the charging Feng. The middle-aged man was taken aback, instantly sweeping his right hand in a half-circular motion to enclose all the figures within his palm, then delivering a powerful strike. Yet the figures appeared as if they were mere illusions, instantly dissipating into nothing upon touching his palm. “This…?” The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned, still unsure of what was happening, when suddenly a slender, jade-colored sword extended from behind him and gently pressed against his throat without a sound. The subtle chill at the base of his throat sent a shiver running down his spine. "Best not to move. Though I'd rather not end up as a man who kills someone and leaves the village. If you insist, I shall have no choice but to make a try." The voice that came from behind him was calm and emotionless. The middle-aged man's body instantly stiffened. The small sword clearly carried an exceptional sharpness—he had no doubt that the man could sever his throat with only a slight pressure of his fingers. Yet, at the same time, his face was filled with disbelief. He had completely failed to notice that Han had moved behind him. "If you intend to break my arm, then I shall return the favor in kind." Han Li had not even waited for the middle-aged man to react before seizing his smaller arm with the other hand. Then, from an utterly unexpected angle, with a swift and skillful pull and tug, a sharp "crack" sounded as Han Li effortlessly bent the arm into two sections. "Ah!" Though the man was exceptionally resilient, the sudden, intense pain sent him gasping. Yet he was no ordinary person—drops of cold sweat rolled down his face like beads, but after the gasp, he managed to hold his breath and remained silent. "Remember," Han Li suppressed a hint of murderous intent, sheathed his small sword, and with a swift step returned to his original position, calmly warning, "if you dare step into this room again, it won't be just your arm that's severed—I'll take your life as well." Though he had momentarily subdued the man with the magic of Luo Yan's step, he could not afford to truly kill him. Who knows how many people outside are aware that he has come to his own home? He certainly doesn’t want to be pursued again right after arriving in this unfamiliar place. However, with his arm broken, the other person will likely be unable to regain his full strength for at least the next fifteen days. During this period of recovery, it’s far from certain whether he will remain in this village at all. Therefore, despite knowing that simply letting him go might eventually lead to further complications due to his tenacity, he has only given him a minor reprimand and decided to proceed with this arrangement for now. Should there be a more suitable opportunity in the future, he wouldn’t mind eliminating him completely without anyone knowing. "I must admit, I was mistaken. I never expected you to be such an exceptional martial artist. Feng, I’ve got to concede." The middle-aged man with the surname Feng, his face stern, said this and then immediately took his arm, leaving the room without further words. His departure looked quite awkward. "Thank you, Brother Han, for your assistance!" "Mei Ning exhaled a long breath once the middle-aged man with the surname Feng had left the room, her face slightly flushed as she bowed slightly to Han Li and thanked him. 'Well, if you truly have no interest in him, just try to avoid him as much as possible. However, if Mei Miss wishes to stay in this village and agrees to his proposal, that would not be such a bad thing,' Han Li said, adjusting his flying sword a few times before casually slipping it into his inner robe, remaining silent and noncommittal. 'I'll marry him! I absolutely won't agree to it. Since I've started my journey into cultivation alongside my elder brother, I've made a vow to marry only a high-level cultivator. He's just an ordinary person with no spiritual root—how could I possibly agree to this?' Mei Ning shook her head firmly and spoke without hesitation. Hearing this, Han Li's expression remained unchanged, yet he said nothing. Instead, he walked over to the chair inside the room, sat down calmly, and closed his eyes, settling into meditation. "Friend Han, don't you have any good ideas about how to finally break free from this situation?" After what just happened, this lady clearly could not match Friend Han's composure. Though she sat beside the bed, she soon grew restless, turning to Han with eager eyes and asking him the question.