Just as the elder of the Fu family saw the young master's earth-dwelling form emerging beyond the Fu family fortress, he exclaimed, "Your earth-dwelling speed is surprisingly slow. Why not hand over your head to me, so that my younger daughter may deliver the message to the master?" Upon hearing this, the elder was deeply startled, his body momentarily still. Yet, in a flash of white light, a graceful and resplendent young woman appeared before him, only a few feet away, her laughter as blossoming as flowers, facing him directly. "You—" The elder, still stunned, barely managed to utter a single word. As the young woman smiled gently, a sudden burst of fragrant pink mist erupted from her lips, instantly enveloping the elder who had not been able to react in time. The elder silently cursed, quickly casting a spell to retreat. However, as the sweet fragrance filled his mouth and nose, his body instantly grew weak, and he collapsed, rolling over, completely unconscious—his protective aura utterly ineffective. The Silver Moon glanced at the unconscious prey before her, a gentle smile playing on her jade-faced features. With a simple, graceful gesture of her pale hands, a crescent-shaped beam of white light severed through the air! Blood splashed in all directions. At this moment, he apologized to the two protectors of Mo Yan Gate, then turned to the two Fu family disciples behind him and gave them a brief instruction. The two Fu family cultivators immediately hurried toward the hall entrance. The two Mo Yan Gate cultivators who had achieved the Jian Dan stage remained composed, yet exchanged a slightly doubtful glance. Two fresh cries rang out—clearly, the two Fu disciples who had just stepped out of the hall had been killed. This time, every guest in the hall heard it clearly, and everyone's expression turned pale. The elder Lan, whose face had already grown grave, took a deep breath and suddenly stood up, speaking firmly: "Activate the hall's seal and send a message to the elder immediately." One of the nearby Fu family cultivators, hearing this, paled slightly, nodded, then produced a transmission scroll from his sleeve, whispered a few words, and released it into the air with a gesture. The talisman shimmered and emitted a beam of red light, shooting straight from the roof. But shortly thereafter, the household cultivator cleared his throat and said, "Unfortunate—our transmission talisman has been knocked down. It seems we've been surrounded." Hearing this, not only the blue-robed elder but also the several Dan-stage guests at the table immediately grew restless. Among them, the plain-faced cultivator from the Mofang Gate furrowed his brows and said, "Master Fu, it appears that your estate truly has enemies within. I'll accompany Master Fu outside to investigate." "Thank you so much for your willingness to assist," replied the blue-robed elder, who had been anxious all along, now beaming with relief at the maître's words. The other, more ordinary-looking middle-aged man from the Mofang Gate, however, frowned slightly, as though unconvinced by his companion's initiative, yet said nothing and rose to join him. As for the remaining three or four Dan-stage guests, after exchanging glances, they remained poised and did not immediately take action. Seeing the three senior cultivators preparing to step outside to investigate, the other cultivators in the hall fell instantly silent, watching their movements closely. As the three approached the hall entrance with calm composure, a clear, resonant sound resembling a dragon's roar suddenly echoed from outside. Upon hearing it, the three blue-robed elders paused, their steps slowing slightly. In that very instant, a streak of jade-green light, stretching over ten zhang in length, surged in like a celestial being, weaving gently around them before several finer beams of green light burst forth from the main streak, dazzling and brightening the hall. The cultivators present instinctively blinked. Within a moment, the jade-green light had spiraled once and then vanished beyond the hall entrance. The two guardians from the Magmatic Flame Sect, along with the blue-robed elder, halted and stood motionless, their backs to the crowd, as though also startled. Amidst their astonishment, the other cultivators in the hall were left puzzled, unsure of what had just transpired. Suddenly, a piercing cry erupted from one of the female cultivators, drawing everyone's gaze. There, the female cultivator was pale as a sheet, while beside her, a Fu family official whose head had rolled off his neck at an unknown moment lay motionless—his body, now headless, remained silently seated, blood spraying three feet high from his neck. The other cultivators soon realized that among the several Fu family guests in the hall—whether officials or disciples—every single one had fallen lifeless, their heads severed, as if struck by an unseen force. "Qing light! The green light just now! Someone must have used a divine artifact to attack them! Fu friend, you must—!" A cultivator with close ties to the Fu family reacted swiftly, shouting in alarm and urgency, intending to alert the three elderly figures in blue robes standing at the entrance. But his words faltered mid-sentence, and his face turned ashen. For the three figures facing them, their bodies had suddenly fragmented like paper figures, disintegrating into three heaps of scattered flesh within moments—already severed by the green light. Witnessing this scene, the guests celebrating the birthday all involuntarily drew in their breaths. While they had managed to remain composed just a moment ago, now they were completely overwhelmed with anxiety. One after another, colorful protective shields illuminated across the bodies of hundreds of cultivators, and a variety of strange, intricately shaped defensive artifacts appeared around them. Some cultivators who were acquainted or from the same region gathered together, visibly nervous, their faces filled with alarm. After all, someone capable of instantly dispatching three Jin Dan cultivators and over a dozen Fu family disciples must be an exceptionally formidable presence—most likely a Yuan Yin stage cultivator! Should such a cultivator indeed be present, eliminating all the guests in the hall would surely be a mere matter of ease. The more they thought about it, the more afraid they became. As a result, the hall fell into an eerie silence—no one dared to speak. Many guests now regretted deeply having come to celebrate the birthday at the Fu family. Wasn't this exactly what one would call a case of a fire starting at the city gate, spreading its effects to the fish pond? For a moment, the entire hall remained utterly silent. Several Dan-stage cultivators with stronger spiritual awareness had originally intended to subtly extend their spiritual senses to observe the happenings outside the hall. However, Fu family had established isolation spells around the grand hall to prevent the congratulatory cultivators from probing into the Fu family's secrets—thus, the spiritual senses were completely blocked and unable to leave the hall. This left these cultivators quietly frustrated, while the Fu family itself grew increasingly exasperated, muttering complaints in their hearts. Yet they were well aware that the other party's leniency stemmed largely from the fact that they had not yet seen their true faces—thus, no formal threats had been issued. The cultivators would not venture out haphazardly. As for avenging the Fu family, that was merely idle talk. Not only did they lack the capability, but even if they did, who would wish to incur enmity with a single Fu family and a Yuan婴 cultivator? One hour—neither particularly long nor short. During this time, the hall was mostly quiet, save for occasional low murmurs among the guests. From time to time, sharp, sudden cries of death echoed from outside the hall—each one abrupt and immediate, indicating instant fatalities. Clearly, someone was launching a full-scale assault on the Fu family's stronghold, with no one able to defend themselves. Upon hearing these cries, the cultivators in the hall grew increasingly apprehensive, each silently pondering: what exactly had the Fu family done to provoke such a devastating fate? Some felt a deep sense of sympathy, while others expressed outright relief and satisfaction. No more than a cup of tea had passed when the cries of suffering from Fu Family Fort finally faded, and the outside grew as quiet as the hall itself. The cultivators exchanged glances, yet none dared to move. After waiting for a full hour, with no sign of the man who had warned them, one cultivator at the Dan Stage finally stepped out bravely. To their relief, he emerged unharmed. Inspired by this, the other guests soon followed, one after another, and began to file out.