"Regardless of whether you are or aren't the embodiment of the corpse spirit," Han Lin said evenly, then, without hesitation, pointed at the array of flying swords before him. Instantly, the jade-green sword curtain surged upward, blossoming into vast streaks of azure mist that surged forward like a mountain pressing down, sweeping toward the corner of the stone chamber where the fox demon stood. Upon seeing Han Lin's attack, the young woman's expression did not grow alarmed—it brightened instead. With her delicate pink tongue gently brushing her rosy lips, she emitted a soft, alluring laugh, and in the midst of a radiant white glow, her form dissolved into nothingness. The azure mist swept past the empty space and struck the emerald-tinged stone wall with a sharp, resonant clashing sound. Han Lin frowned slightly, quickly scanning his awareness, but found no trace of the fox. Indeed, the fox's ability to vanish was far superior to his own. Yet, Han Lin remained composed, merely snorting softly, then lightly tapped his storage pouch. A small silver bell appeared in his hand. "Go," he murmured. After a flash, the small bronze bell transformed into a streak of silver light, hovering several feet above the ceiling and reappearing in its original form. Han Li did not hesitate at all. With a single hand gesture, he summoned a sphere of green qi that instantly erupted from his mouth and struck the bell. At once, the ancient artifact resonated with a deep, resonant "clang" under the dazzling silver light. Since the room was originally enclosed, the sonic waves of the bell's attack gained an additional half of their strength. The entire Qingjin stone chamber now echoed with a continuous hum of reverberations. Suddenly, at a distance of only five or six zhang from Han Li, a noticeable ripple of spatial disturbance emerged. Then, in a flash of white light, the young woman, who had seemed to be drifting downward, fully materialized. Han Li was overjoyed, yet quietly puzzled. The fox spirit appeared to be somewhat weaker than a typical seventh-tier beast—could it be that the injury sustained by the尸魈had diminished even its manifested form's power? As he pondered this, he swiftly extended his finger, launching five streaks of green sword qi that vanished instantly into the air. A streak of jade-green light pierced through various points on the young woman's body. After a piercing cry, she rolled over and collapsed to the ground, her snow-white garments now stained with a steady flow of bright red blood. Surprised by how easily he had achieved this, Han Li paused, hesitating. As he did, his hand clutching the jade如意 suddenly grew warm, and then a radiant red glow surged over him, forming a vivid, crimson light shield that enveloped his body. Almost at the same time, in what seemed like an empty space, several delicate silver filaments shot out of nowhere, precisely striking the newly formed light shield and deflecting it with perfect timing. "Huh!" "Ah!" voices of both men and women rang out in surprise. Han Li was startled, then quickly recovered, and with a sudden motion, launched a streak of jade-green light toward the spot where the silver filaments had emerged. There, a heart-stirring, delicate laugh echoed, and the young woman, her white figure gliding smoothly, appeared at a specific spot within the stone chamber. Han Li's face grew deeply troubled; he turned to look at where the young wife had been injured and fallen. But there was nothing there—no trace of her at all! "An illusion!" Han Li murmured, his dry lips pressing together as his heart sank. The young wife beamed with a smile, not answering Han Li's question, but instead turned her bright, liquid eyes toward the yellow little wolf crouching beside him, her face now expressing a touch of surprise. Noticing this expression, Han Li glanced over at the wolf as well, then looked down at the wolf-headed jade scepter in his hands, his face now shifting between concern and uncertainty. The fiery light shield that had deflected the fox spirit's strange attack wasn't something he had summoned using the scepter. Could it have been the spirit within the artifact who had stepped in to save them? The enigmatic nature of the silver giant wolf, combined with the fusion of the red and yellow wolves within this very object, stirred doubts in Han Li's mind as well. As the young wife swayed gently, her snowy, slender waist moving with grace, she reached for words to speak. The jade scepter in Han Li's hand flashed with brilliance, and a streak of red light shot forth from it. Meanwhile, the small wolf that had been crouching on the ground remained silent and leapt without a sound, transforming into a streak of yellow light that headed toward the red one. Seeing this, Han Li's expression slightly changed, but after firmly gripping the jade scepter, he remained still. As he had anticipated, the red and yellow lights converged and erupted into a shimmering silver halo. Within the halo appeared a massive silver wolf, standing about a zhang tall and floating in the air, its eyes filled with excitement, fixed intently on the spectral fox across from it. Although the young wife had no idea of the silver wolf's origin, for some reason, she felt a sudden pang of unease the moment the wolf appeared—her usual fox-like grace and charm seemed to falter, as if held momentarily still by the wolf's steady gaze. But she immediately sensed something was amiss. With her brows raised, her delicate, rosy-lipped face grew serious, and a thick wave of fragrant pink mist burst forth from her mouth, instantly veiling her form and vanishing completely. The pink mist spread swiftly, and within moments, half of the stone chamber was enveloped in the soft, aromatic haze. Though韩立had no idea what magical properties the pink mist possessed, he naturally dared not inhale even a single breath. He immediately grew pale, reaching to his waist and drawing forth a bag of spiritual beasts. Even if the fox's concealment technique were flawless, he didn't believe she could evade the relentless assault of thousands of golden-feeding insects. As he lifted the bag of spiritual beasts to summon the insects, the silver wolf hovering before him suddenly moved, surprising him. The wolf opened its mouth, and a burst of silver light shot forth, sending countless silver orbs—each the size of a clenched fist—racing toward a specific point within the misty mass. Then, with a low roar, the silver wolf transformed into a streak of silver light and surged forward. This left Han Li deeply astonished, causing his call to the Gold-Eating Insect to lag slightly. At that moment, a series of "puff" sounds echoed as the silver orb plunged into the mist and instantly burst open, spreading out. The silver glow and fine mist intertwined, and at the same time, a startled, angry groan emanated from the fox spirit. The silver arc formed by the giant wolf also entered the mist. "What are you doing? It's impossible! You can't be—!" The fox, witnessing something utterly extraordinary, began to stammer, then suddenly cried out in sheer terror. In an instant, its piercing cry cut off abruptly. Han Li, hearing these sounds, his expression shifted slightly, and his gaze on the mist softened, half-lidded. Fortunately, the fine mist seemed to have lost its magical vitality and began to dissipate gradually, revealing what lay within. Upon seeing the scene, Han Li's expression changed dramatically. The young woman transformed into a fox was now trembling violently, crouched upon the ground, her body radiating simultaneously pink and silver light, each color occupying one side of her form and interweaving at the midpoint as if competing for dominance. "Severance of the host!" Han Li gasped in astonishment. As he was still puzzled, the silver light began to gain the upper hand, pushing the pink glow steadily backward. "No!" The young woman suddenly clutched her head with both hands, shrieking in intense agony. Then, her full-bodied, graceful form rolled over and began to shrink and transform, glowing white throughout. Soon, she fully reverted into her compact, elegant white fox form. At that moment, the final traces of pink light at the tip of her tail were completely absorbed by the silver glow. Her remarkable cultivation level vanished entirely, and she once again became a low-tier magical beast. The white fox lay motionless on the ground, seemingly utterly exhausted, yet the silver glow emanating from its body had now become even more brilliant. Han Li clutched the jade如意 tightly in his hands, his face showing a moment of hesitation. Clearly, the silver wolf had successfully taken over the fox's form. He now had to decide whether to move immediately to subdue it, or to wait and observe the silver wolf's next move. After a while, Han Li finally sighed. Regardless, the white fox's cultivation level had now dropped to the point where it could barely withstand a single strike. Thus, he no longer needed to act decisively at this moment. Moreover, from the way the silver wolf had intercepted his attack earlier, it seemed to have no ill will toward him. Han Li naturally wanted to know more about the silver wolf's origins. He had never heard of an artifact spirit being capable of acting independently. Clearly, the silver wolf was no ordinary spirit—indeed, it appeared to be of considerable significance. As Han Li pondered this with a mixture of concern and uncertainty. The silver glow on the white fox dimmed, and finally it pushed itself upright with its limbs. It seemed still somewhat unaccustomed to this fox body, and after taking a few steps, its front legs gave way and it knelt to the ground. Seeing this, Han Li couldn't help but chuckle. Upon hearing the sound, the white fox lifted its head and glanced at Han Li, its eyes revealing a touch of annoyance. "What's so funny? A body just recently taken over naturally feels a bit out of place," a calm, gentle female voice suddenly resonated in Han Li's ears. Han Li, upon hearing this, froze mid-smile. "You too... you're a woman?" Han Li rubbed his nose and softly exhaled, murmuring the words.