"However, only two of the legal cultivators have arrived. Let us all step forward!" Nanlong Hou decisively stated, then his form transformed into a golden glow and ascended into the sky. The others exchanged glances and, without hesitation, also manifested themselves. Instantly, eight beams of varying colors rose from the hillside and swiftly advanced toward the fleeing white rainbow. The white rainbow, which had already been heading toward them, immediately increased its speed by an additional third, arriving at the scene before Han Li and the others. As the light faded, the cold-faced cultivator of the You family emerged. His complexion was pale, indicating that he had sustained some damage to his vital energy. "Thank you all so much for your timely assistance. I am truly grateful!" the cold-faced cultivator bowed deeply, his earlier anxious expression vanishing, and spoke with sincere appreciation. "It's nothing at all! Are you all right? But how come two legal cultivators are now pursuing you? I thought only one had originally been following you?" "Nanlong Hou also halted his evasive light, materializing and floating in the air, seemingly concerned and inquiring. "I'm fine—just spent half a day battling the person behind me. He brought reinforcements, so I had to escort them for two full days and nights, at which point I've slightly depleted my vital energy!" The composed cultivator smiled faintly, speaking with a touch of resignation. "That explains why your companion has been fleeing all along. Facing two cultivators of the same level, among us, only Nanlong Hou and Yun Hou managed to hold their ground; the others encountered similar situations and had to temporarily retreat." The elderly woman sighed. "Still, these two pursuing you—though their cultivation and techniques may be impressive—have truly bold resolve. To this day, they haven't shown any signs of retreating. Do they truly intend to charge straight at the wall with their fragile strength?" Han Li glanced toward the distance and suddenly chuckled. In fact, no further explanation from Han Li was needed—everyone else had already noticed. Upon seeing Han Li and his companions appear, the two Daoists halted at a distance, neither immediately fleeing nor moving to escape, but instead observing them coldly from their place. Yet, under the powerful spiritual awareness of Han Li and his party, their appearances were clearly discernible. One had a golden complexion, wearing a feathered crown and a coarse hemp robe; the other was stern-faced, clad in green robes—both were Daoists at the early Yuan婴 stage. Nan Long Hou, upon this, coldly exhaled and said to the two across from him, "You two still refuse to leave. Is it truly necessary for us to act? Do you not fear that, by mere accident, you might lose both your form and your spirit here?" His tone carried clear undertones of threat. "Such boldness! Though we are not your match, claiming that we can utterly eliminate you now seems rather exaggerated. We neither intend to engage in direct combat nor to rush into action. As long as we delay for just one day, do you think we will still have the chance to leave? On the contrary, why not simply surrender now and remain calm?" Perhaps our master can even arrange for your line to be reborn into the world of renown! The man with the麻 crown snapped his eyes open, responding with sharp criticism. "Delaying for half a day? Do you think we're made of clay, then?" Nan Long Hou burst out laughing in anger. At the same time, a brilliant golden glow emanated from his body, so intense it made it difficult to look directly at him. "Maybe not, maybe we can! So many senior cultivators have come all the way to Mulan Grass—after all, as hosts, we must treat you with due respect!" The other man in green robes spoke calmly, without expression. "Hmph! It seems you two will only cry when the coffin is delivered. Yun, go ahead!" Nan Long Hou's expression darkened as he turned to the white-robed elder, speaking with quiet firmness. Yet upon hearing this, the white-robed elder revealed a touch of resignation. "I originally intended to conserve some of our inner energy before handling official matters. But we can't simply let these two follow us like shadows—so, it's time to act!" The elder sighed softly. As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth, and a silver wheel, about the size of a clenched fist, shot out, radiating crystalline light and slowly rotating before him at a few feet in front of his chest. The two priests on the opposite side immediately stepped back, their bodies glowing with bright light, eyes alert and watchful as they gazed at the elder. The Nánlǒng Hou, silent as ever, merely swept his sleeve, and a golden flying sword emerged from within. Han Li and the others likewise remained silent, gradually drawing their inner energy and advancing step by step. At that moment, far behind the two priests, in the distant sky, a flash of red light suddenly appeared, followed by a streak of fire approaching from afar. The Nánlǒng Hou and his companions, who had just been about to move into action, paused mid-motion, their hands stilling. The two priests naturally noticed the unusual sight behind them, yet the one wearing a straw hat remained calm and gestured smoothly toward the approaching flame. As a result, the crimson light spiraled once at a distance of several zhang above the man's head before settling steadily into his hands, where it then burst into a roaring flame, burning fiercely in his palm. It turned out to be a sealed transmission scroll that had flown in from somewhere unseen! "What?" The maestro with the frayed hat merely glanced at it with his divine awareness and immediately exclaimed. Even at a distance of several hundred zhang, the southern land's lords and others could clearly see the astonishment on his face. Suddenly turning his head, he murmured a few words to the green-robed maestro beside him. The fierce-looking maestro listened intently, his expression shifting, and then he too gasped softly. After carefully observing the other cultivators, the two exchanged glances, their eyes finally settling on Han Li, whose face grew serious. Han Li remained composed, though his mind subtly sensed something was amiss. It was likely related to the Mu elder whom he had severely injured, only for the elder's Yuan-Emperor stage to have escaped. Did these two have a close connection with the elder? Han Li remained composed, silently pondering. The two legalists, however, fixed Han Li with stern glances before exchanging glances with each other, their expressions showing hesitation. They then whispered a few more words to one another, and at once, a radiant glow emanated from both of them. Without further words, they transformed into two long ribbons of red and green light, swiftly retracing their steps back toward the origin. This is the land of the Mulan people—here we cannot linger long," Nanlong Hou said without further inquiry about what had just happened, speaking as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Wang Tiangu, seeing that Nanlong Hou had made this statement, immediately fell silent. The others, though equally puzzled, said nothing either. After all, observing the two Fashis, it seemed they had some deep grudge against Han Li—these people were content to leave such matters untouched. Thus, under the guidance of Nanlong Hou and the white-robed elder, the group transformed into several streaks of light and swiftly departed. They traveled westward along the edge of the grassland. The spiritual energy here is scarce; had it not been for Lord Nanlong leading the way, they truly wouldn't have known where to find this place. "Alright, we've arrived. I and my companion, Yun, will first activate the outer seal. Please keep close and watch carefully," Lord Nanlong said seriously to Han Li and the others, then stepped forward alongside the white-robed elder, facing the inner hollow of the mountain. From their robes, they each produced a small flag. These two flags were each only a few inches in size—one shimmered with a bright green glow, exceptionally clear and translucent, the other a soft yellow hue, with faint, moving characters subtly glowing within. Clearly, neither was an ordinary item. Upon seeing Lord Nanlong's actions, Han Li and the others held their breath, focusing intently on observing the two as they performed their incantations. As they spoke in a steady, rhythmic chant, the low, flowing spells emanated continuously from their mouths, while the small flags began to flicker and glow, gradually starting to tremble and sway as though about to fly free. "Go!" At nearly the same instant, Nanlong Marquis and the elderly man in white released their small flags, which shot out like arrows. A flash of light, and the flags vanished into a specific stone on the surface of the mountain, leaving no trace. Moments later, everything returned to normal, with no further signs of movement. A look of quiet curiosity spread across the faces of Han Li and his companions without any prior coordination. As the old woman cleared her throat, preparing to ask something, the ground beneath her suddenly trembled, causing most of them to sway slightly and nearly lose their balance. Yet the following scene caused Han Li's expression to subtly change and stirred a sudden sense of alarm within him.