Though he didn't manage to capture the other's Yuan婴, the elder's body had been completely destroyed. Without several decades of time, not to mention that upon returning he would have to take over a new host body—finding a suitable one would be anything but guaranteed. If forced to settle for any available body, his cultivation level would undoubtedly plummet. Yet, he had unexpectedly obtained two ancient treasures and the elder's storage bag, which made this journey truly worthwhile—even if no significant treasures were found within the elder's dwelling. Despite this, he felt a sense of satisfaction. He glanced at where the elder's body had dissolved into nothingness, and there floated a pale silver storage bag. Without changing his expression, Han Li reached out with his hands into the void, and the bag instantly entered his grasp. Then, his consciousness immediately immersed itself, scanning the contents thoroughly. Yet, he was deeply disappointed. Aside from a few dozen mid-tier spiritual stones, the contents consisted mostly of ordinary crafting materials and a few vials of pills. Yet when Han Li opened the bottle caps, he found they contained only ordinary pills—nothing particularly special. It was clear that the Mu Lan Grassland truly lacked abundant cultivation resources, and even a senior Yuan婴 cultivator like this one had so little of value. To his surprise, there was not a single jade scroll or similar item in the storage pouch. Han Li found this rather puzzling and sighed lightly. He had hoped to find some spiritual techniques or spell formulas that could allow him to instantly unleash powerful spells. But it now seemed unlikely that he would obtain them in the near future! When the mountain finally settled into Han Li’s hands, it had transformed into a miniature peak only palm-sized. Han Li held it up, curiously weighing it—quite light—and then carefully examined it with one hand, turning it over and over. Eventually, he noticed three faint golden characters engraved at the base of the black mountain. “Qian Zhong Feng,” Han Li murmured to himself, his eyes brightening with satisfaction. After securing the mountain peak, he glanced once more at the windmill, and then also took it in. He watched the old man’s Yuan婴 fade away, thought about it briefly, and then changed direction, moving swiftly through the air. Not long after, Han Li’s figure vanished completely from the sky, leaving no trace. …Three days later, in a stretch of open grassland on the Mu Lan Plain, where several hills were joined together, there was not a single figure visible—only tall wild grass, making the scene appear utterly still. Yet soon, a shimmer of jade-green light appeared on the horizon, and a streak of jade-green light shot steadily from far to near. A moment later, the jade-hued streak soared to the summit of the hill, spiraled once, then condensed its glow, and Han Li materialized in the sky. After glancing down, he furrowed his brows and suddenly swept his robe outward, flicking his fingers at the edge of the sleeve. Several beams of jade light shot off like meteors, heading straight toward a specific hill below. But at about twenty to thirty zhang above the hill's surface, the light burst into splendor, forming a faint, ethereal white light shield that materialized suddenly over the hill. Inside the shield, four figures looked up at him, each smiling gently. They were the Nán Lǒng Marquis, the white-robed elder, the elderly woman, and the dark-complexioned man with Chinese characters inscribed on his face. "Other companions probably won't have such an easy escape. When we split up and fled, both Wang and You were pursued by attendants trailing behind. To shake off such pursuers must surely not be a simple matter," the dark-clad man shook his head, speaking calmly. "Yet, what truly astonishes me is your own conduct. If I'm not mistaken, that wind-chariot of the Muling people has been chasing after you all along. Remarkable! With the wind-chariot's astonishing speed, you've managed to escape so effortlessly—then indeed, I must have picked the right person this time," said Nanlong Marquis, appearing quite pleased. Yet upon hearing this, Han Li pressed his lips slightly, subtly sensing a hint of doubt from the marquis toward himself. "Nothing special, really. Han is not particularly skilled in many areas. But I do have some confidence in my abilities regarding evasive techniques," Han said, maintaining a composed expression while speaking somewhat vaguely. Seeing that Han Li wasn't eager to recount his own escape, Nanhong Hou didn't press him further, but instead began to talk about the impact of the current war launched by the Mulan people on the Nine Kingdom Alliance and all the powers in Tiannan. The elderly woman and the black-faced man also joined in, showing interest. "Remember the great battle we had with the Fashis last time—it lasted for over a decade. This one might stretch even longer. During this period, the Celestial and Magisterial schools in Tiannan, along with Han brother's own Tian Dao Alliance, will surely send representatives to participate. And given the status of Luoyun Sect within the Tian Dao Alliance, they will certainly request a senior cultivator at the Yuan Ying stage to join the fight. Perhaps, Han friend, you'll have the chance to return to the Mulan Grasslands once again!" Nanhong Hou said, speaking with a half-smile. "In fact, besides the three major powers sending troops to assist the Nine Kingdom Alliance, there are also several independent cultivators who have volunteered to defend against the Fashis, including some capable ones. The Mulan people may find it difficult to gain much advantage." The elderly woman nodded "But what strikes me as odd is that the other side clearly knows that once our various factions from Tiannan unite, the current strength of the Mulan people simply won't stand a chance. Otherwise, in the last great battle, the outcome would have been decided right then and there. Yet they still chose to initiate another war—this seems rather unwise! Last time, their confidence surged only after they suddenly sent reinforcements and launched a full-scale attack. So now, has there perhaps been a significant addition of new tribal alliances?" The man with a serious expression tightened his brows, speaking with a tone of speculation. "That's not impossible—but…" As the group continued their conversation, time passed unnoticed. Suddenly, the Nanlong Marquis paused mid-sentence, lifting his gaze toward the distant horizon. The others instinctively followed his gaze, their expressions now slightly more serious. After all, this was the Mulan Grasslands—not only had they gathered here as scattered cultivators, but it was also possible that some high-level practitioners might have passed through. Suddenly, from afar in the sky, flashes of light emerged, with a streak of black and two glowing blood orbs rushing straight toward them. Nanlong Hou Zhi gazed at the scene for a moment, then composed himself. "All good. It's Wang Dao-you and his two junior disciples," Nanlong Hou smiled warmly. Upon hearing this, everyone else also relaxed their expressions. Indeed, after a while, the light streaks drew closer, and there they were—Wang Tiangu and Wang Chan, the three of them. This time, Nanlong Hou did not hesitate—he immediately removed the celestial seal in the air, and Wang Tiangu and the others landed upon the hill where Han Li and the others were gathered. "Ah! Han Dao-you arrived even before us—this truly comes as a surprise to me!" Wang Tiangu remarked, his face showing a touch of astonishment as he saw Han Li standing among the group. A clear sense of surprise was evident. It seems this cultivator from Gui Ling Sect had also witnessed the Wind-Carriage vehicle chasing after Han Li—perhaps he had even been delighted at the sight for a while! "Only by good fortune!" Indeed, Wang Dao-you, accompanied by two junior disciples, managed to escape unharmed, which truly leaves me in admiration. With a glance at Wang Chan and Wang Tian-gu standing beside Wang Tian-gu, he replied slowly and deliberately, as though harboring a deeper meaning. "Hehe! The cultivators pursuing us—though they possess decent speed—have not been particularly swift. Together, I and my two juniors employed the sect's evasive technique, and with ease, we outpaced them. How could they possibly compare to those who ride on wind chariots?" Wang Tian-gu replied with little concern. Upon hearing this, Han Li inwardly chuckled, intending to add more remarks, but suddenly his expression changed, and he fell silent. "Ah, You Dao-you has also arrived. It seems our fortune truly is favorable—we all made it safely to this place. Earlier, I had been wondering whether, should the one breaking the seal lose one or two key allies, the seal could still be successfully dispelled!" Nan Long Hou once again raised his gaze to the sky, his face bright with joy. Upon hearing this, everyone else could not help but smile in relief. If, indeed, the treasure could not be obtained due to the absence of just one person, then these individuals would naturally be equally deeply troubled. "Wait! Master You seems to be being pursued, looking rather hurried and embarrassed." The previously silent, solitary elder in white robes suddenly spoke with earnestness. Upon hearing this, Han Li and the others were all startled and quickly turned to look. Indeed, in the distance, a brilliant white rainbow was rushing forward, while behind it, two vivid hues—one green and one red—of shimmering mist were closely trailing. In a moment, they reached the small hill where Nan Long Hou and the others were standing. Nan Long Hou's expression immediately darkened.