"How is that, Wei brother having stayed here for over a hundred years?" the scholar said with a hint of irony. "I don't exactly feel reluctant, but over the years, some feelings have certainly developed. After all, people are not plants or trees—how could anyone remain emotionally indifferent? Moreover, Master Yun of Luoyun Sect treated me like a son, not only teaching me a full array of Dao techniques and powers, but also saving my life on several occasions during emergencies. He even went against the majority of the sect's elders, nearly securing me the position of head of Luoyun Sect. Such debts of gratitude, Wei, I cannot simply overlook. As for this Spirit-Eye Tree, I will not allow either of you to take it away." The bearded elder transmitted his words calmly within the light shield. "Well, well! So it seems, Wei brother truly intends to become a genuine Luoyun Sect elder. But don't forget—once we reveal your true identity, will you still think that a rogue spy from Tiansha Sect can continue to thrive here?" The man transformed into a towering figure, furious yet laughing, delivered a darkly threatening tone. "No need for your reminder—this matter is already well known to me The two senior disciples believed that I had been partially restrained within this sacred realm, unable to return freely to Luoyun Sect at will. In truth, I had long aroused their suspicions, though without concrete evidence—only then was my authority within the Sect formally stripped, leaving me confined to this small space. Of course, I have also received great favors from Tiansha Sect, and the token of the Sect Master that Du Disciple just showed me is indeed genuine. While I cannot move the Sacred Tree away, I can certainly share some of the Pure Liquid with you—this shall serve as my way of repaying the great debt owed to Tiansha Sect. The bearded elder spoke calmly. "What? Only the Pure Liquid? Then...?" "Very well. We'll take the Pure Liquid. Once we have it, we won't truly miss the Sacred Eye Tree. After all, our demonic path boasts countless treasures from both heaven and earth. Even without the Sacred Eye Tree, we can still find many other treasures—such as the Sacred Eye Spring and the Sacred Eye Stones." As Du Dong suddenly softened in expression and readily agreed, the scholar paused, startled. Then, glancing sideways at Du Dong and after a moment's thought, he simply fell silent. After all, he had been instructed to follow the lead of this young master of the QianHuan Sect entirely. Though he didn't know when or why the Celestial Alliance had grown so close to the Six Mage Sects, observing how the other party handled the matter would be sufficient. "Since both of you have agreed, I shall now release the prepared essence from within the seal and hurl it out. Should either of you wish to strike while I temporarily open the seal, please know that I won't hesitate to turn cold on you." The bearded monk spoke with calm detachment. "Heh! Rest assured, we won't do such a foolish thing. After all, the matter of the Xuan Tian Immortal Vine is of greater importance than this tree's matter." Du Dong assured with steady composure. The bearded elder nodded, then reached into his storage pouch, withdrawing a small white bottle. "You two are preparing…" "What exactly are you preparing to do? Are you planning to hand over our three sects' most precious treasures to your rivals?" Before the bearded elder could finish speaking, a flash of red light erupted, and a dozen thin blades of pale light shot forth from beneath his body, swiftly binding him tightly—so firmly that he could no longer move an inch. At the same time, the stone gate of the cavern shimmered with yellow light, and the elder from the Fu family and his companions appeared, their faces grim, blocking Du Dong and his companion's path completely. The scholar and Du Dong were both taken aback by this sudden development. At that moment, a figure in blue robes stepped forward from behind the restrained elder. "Excellent. Very good. For some time now, we've known that the forces of Zheng and Mo have quietly embedded spies within our three sects. We've long suspected you all, but lacked concrete evidence—so we hesitated to act. After all, you are all Jin Dan stage cultivators. If we were to make a mistake and eliminate any of you, it would be a significant loss to our sect." "But now you've both stepped forward—then I no longer need to decide." The young attendant gazed at the two, his face cold and composed. "How did you end up here, Lan? Outside...?" The white-clad cultivator stared, utterly stunned, his face filled with disbelief. Du Dong, though his complexion had turned pale, managed a forced smile and asked, "Do you really think that with the old flame-bearer and the Golden Mirror Scholar alone, we'd be unable to attend to anything else? At this very moment, they should be held captive by two friends from Luoyun Sect. The sounds of attack outside—those were all staged by me. Otherwise, how would you have so willingly followed our instructions? This way, we can thoroughly shake up your righteous and demonic allies, making them hesitant to challenge us again, while simultaneously clearing out the traitors within the gate." The young attendant spoke with no hint of deception, his tone calm and clear. "Wait—your senior, they're not outside?" The scholar, who had previously tried to remain composed, now showed clear signs of alarm. "Master Bai, you... you're truly a spy for the Zhengdao Alliance?" The white-clad young woman, gazing at her dual-partner, could hardly contain her trembling voice, her face pale as paper. Upon hearing her question, the scholar's initial anxiety faded, replaced by a broad, wry smile—he opened his mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. "I have no intention of overpowering you. Either you two surrender willingly, or shall I make further arrangements?" The young attendant pressed his lips together and issued a final ultimatum. "Upon hearing this, all three sect's cultivators in the room were stunned. They had gone to lay ambushes on each other, yet now they were caught in the very ambush set by the opponents. The young attendant was equally startled, but after a moment's reflection, he suddenly broke into a rage. 'You little demon! You've managed to weave a double-layered trick right before our very eyes—how dare you! I'll have your head!' With these words, he launched without hesitation, a fiery streak of light bursting forth from his mouth, aiming to instantly eliminate the two figures before him and then rush to aid the cultivators of the three sects. Yet at that very instant, the previously restrained, hair-clad cultivator roared suddenly, his arm swelling several times in length, turning a deep purple, and then lunging fiercely toward the attendant's face. The sight of his fingers gleaming with sharpness and purple radiance suggested that if caught, the attendant's head would be crushed beyond recognition. The attendant's expression turned pale. With his spell just launched and the attack so sudden, he had no choice but to draw his abdomen inward and puff out his cheeks. A surge of intense crimson light erupted from the child's mouth, precisely meeting the purple demonic claw of the hair-covered cultivator. "Ssshh!" A sudden sound of flesh being seared like iron erupted, causing the hair-covered cultivator's grasp to momentarily hesitate. Seizing the moment, the child, his form momentarily blurred, instantly slipped through the radiance and emerged beyond the luminous shield. "Heaven's Devastation Sovereign!" The child uttered the formal title of the successive heads of the Heaven's Devastation Sect with a grave tone, then stared silently at the hair-covered cultivator, while simultaneously pointing with one hand toward a certain direction. The previously launched streak of brilliant light instantly spiraled back and transformed into a vivid, lifelike crimson serpent, coiling and thrashing with vigor. "Hehe! I didn't expect Blue Brother to recognize me so swiftly. I've long admired the reputation of the Fire Dragon Child. Unfortunately, this is a case of body-borrowing for the spell—unable to truly engage in a direct contest with you. It truly feels like a missed opportunity." The mendicant with his hair flowing loose leaned slightly forward, as though unconscious, yet a lazy, unfamiliar voice drifted gently from his lips. Witnessing this strange scene, Han Li immediately recalled the "body-attunement" technique once performed by the Elder of Extreme Yin. Though there were subtle differences, it was undoubtedly a similar magical method. According to Han Li's knowledge, such a technique required intricate preparations to be made beforehand on the recipient's body. It seemed that the Master of Tiansha Sect had already implemented such preventive measures when sending the hair-clad mendicant to serve as a spy within Luoyun Sect. Now, only after Du Dong, without revealing his actions, had subtly employed a method that finally activated the body-attunement technique. As Han Li observed this, his mind raced swiftly, and suddenly a thought came to him. He then solemnly transmitted his words to the small fox in his sleeve: "Yin Yue, return immediately to the quiet chamber. Change my appearance so that I seem severely injured. Make sure no one notices that I am not there." As for how to conceal the fact that I didn't die earlier, you just handle it as you see fit—just make sure my cultivation identity remains hidden. I'll return as soon as possible." Seeing韩立's serious demeanor, 银月 immediately withdrew directly into the underground from his sleeve without further words, returning to the quiet chamber. At that moment, the Tiansha True Sovereign raised his hand, tossing the small bottle containing the pure liquid to Du Dong and the other person who had moved closer to him. With a touch of regret, he glanced at the Spirit-Eye Tree and gently said to them, "Take this with you. I'll help you hold off this young fire dragon child. But the time I can give you won't be long—do your best." Immediately after speaking, the Tiansha True Sovereign launched himself into action, swiftly moving to the side of the old man with the surname Jiang, then snarling with a fierce smile, and bringing his massive purple claw down hard to cover him.