Nan Gong Wan's crimson crescent moon clearly struggled to keep up. The black-and-white rainbow arced swiftly and reached the hall's ceiling in an instant, producing a deep "thud." The red glow paused, failing to pierce through—only fragments of stone fell gently. The cold woman was momentarily stunned, still uncertain what had happened, when suddenly a flash of light from the ceiling revealed swarms of three-colored flying insects darting out, then swiftly converging into a single cluster, forming a massive three-colored shield at the center. Startled, she instinctively raised one hand, and from her fingers emerged a silver-veined scroll. Nan Gong Wan, watching from below, immediately understood her senior's intention. Her expression grew serious, and without pausing to inquire about the cyclic divine light, she reached to her waist, producing a small, softly red flag, and hurled it decisively toward the ground. A soft "shush" sound followed as the flag dissolved into a stream of red vapor, rapidly sinking into the earth. The cold woman now raised her hands, activating the divine power of the scroll in her grasp. A hazy yellow glow enveloped her, and she surged upward like a meteor racing across the sky. A sharp "plush" sound echoed as the yellow light effortlessly pierced through the massive shield, continuing straight toward the ceiling behind. At that moment, with a firm press of her fingers glowing yellow, she launched a piercing white blade of icy cold that spiraled outward, instantly scattering the red glow. The cold woman was delighted—her yellow light flickered, and she emerged from the red radiance, directly vanishing into the ceiling. Yet, as her form had only entered halfway, a sudden flash of purple light revealed something descending and enveloping her, trapping her within. Then, with a sudden pull, she was forcibly yanked out from the hall's ceiling. Immediately, a light, mirthful chuckle echoed, and a graceful young woman in a white robe materialized from the ceiling. In one hand, she held a translucent, shimmering purple thread, the other end of which was firmly connected to the cold woman's body. At this moment, the Grand Elder of Yan Yue Sect realized that the net encircling her was a delicate, semi-transparent, purple-lit mesh—faintly present, subtly shifting, sometimes appearing, sometimes vanishing. The cold woman was stunned and furious, launching ten rapid finger strikes with no thought at all, sending out十余 streams of black and white sword qi. Then, still not satisfied, she opened her mouth and expelled a strange, emerald-hued flame that struck the purple net sequentially. The pale purple glow intensified, and both the black-and-white sword qi and the green flame were perfectly absorbed by the net, suffering no damage whatsoever. This time, the cold woman truly looked flustered. As she was about to bite her lip and summon another costly, energy-draining secret technique to escape, the white-robed woman merely smiled, pulled the purple thread in her hand, and gently uttered the character "Shōu." The previously loose net tightened instantly. The person within the net was now completely immobilized. The woman's face turned crimson. Since she had formed her spiritual embryo, she had always been admired by other cultivators—never once had she encountered such a situation, let alone now, as a mid-stage spiritual embryo cultivator. Filled with shame and indignation, a flash of cold light gleamed in the woman's eyes, and a sudden surge of luminous energy radiated from her body, swelling dramatically—almost doubling in intensity—her eyes subtly shimmering with a deep crimson glow. Upon witnessing this, Yin Yue's smile froze on her face. She knew trouble was imminent and was about to activate the "Yu Yang True Fire" stored within her "Zi Cheng Dou" when a sharp voice from Nan Gong Wan suddenly cut through. "Do not harm her! Simply hand her over to me!" As the words rang out, a bright red circular moon leapt upward from below, instantly enveloping the cold woman within its radiance. The moon then began to spin rapidly, sending out concentric waves of warm red hues that rippled outward, creating a shimmering, ethereal glow that filled the entire hall. From below, Han Li observed the moon's swift, fluctuating motion and immediately felt his spirit stirred, his head spinning with dizziness—his mind startled. It was now clear why the cold woman had been so wary of Nan Gong Wan's "Cycle of Divine Light"—it truly appeared formidable. The full moon rotated for a full cup of tea's worth of time before finally coming to a halt, stopping just as Nangong Wan's face turned pale. Then, with a single wave of her hand, there came a soft "thud," and the crimson moon dissolved into the air, dispersing into scattered stars. Her senior sister's form reappeared, floating in midair, still firmly encased within the "Zhi Cheng Hoop." Though her astonishing spiritual energy had now settled down, she lay unconscious, her head tilted slightly, a strange, serene smile playing on her face. However, if it weren't absolutely necessary to spare her life, he could have fully employed his thunderous tactics to eliminate her outright. Why go through all this trouble, being so cautious and restrained? Han Li rubbed his nose, speaking with a touch of resignation. "It would be impossible to eliminate my esteemed elder sister! Since I've decided to follow you, the Yan Yue Sect will already suffer a significant loss in strength. Should you go on to eliminate her as well, the sect would truly be shattered. The former Grand Master of Yan Yue Sect once showed me considerable kindness. Though I won't sacrifice myself for the sect, I certainly won't allow a complete disaster to befall it." Nangong Wan sighed lightly, offering a composed smile. "Heh! Nevertheless, when your elder sister attacked me, applying the restrictions, she didn't spare any effort at all!" Han Li chuckled, murmuring softly. "That's quite all right. Sparring for her life is a way of repaying the great favor from my sect. Once I follow you, I won't have to worry so much. But the combat we just witnessed—truly quite perilous!" I didn't know my senior sister still possessed such a celestial magical artifact—the Blood Demon Sword. I almost caused you serious trouble. Had I known earlier, I would have...” Nan Gong Wan's eyes sparkled with sincerity, her face filled with regret. Yet Han Li already understood her unspoken meaning, and smiled calmly, unconcerned: “Nothing at all! Can the Blood Demon Sword really hold me back? Or better yet, retrieve the prohibition seal and head down the mountain promptly!” Nan Gong Wan nodded in agreement, showing no hesitation. By the side, Yin Yue gently shook her hand, and the “Zi Cheng Dou” bag loosened, releasing the cold woman within. Nan Gong Wan stepped forward without ceremony, and with a series of swift movements, applied several seals with her jade fingers on the cold woman’s body before gently reaching out and pulling out a jade-green storage pouch from her. She then held the pouch with the opening facing downward and lightly shook it. After a flash of shimmering light, a heap of items fell out. Han Li, now curious, approached to take a closer look. The token for the mind-binding technique was naturally easy to find—Nan Gong Wan retrieved it at once and immediately picked it up with a bright smile. As for Han Li, after glancing over the pile of items, he suddenly extended his hand and summoned one object that flew directly into his grasp—a small, elegant ring, dark and dull in appearance. Han Li frowned, placing the ring before him and examining it repeatedly. "What are you doing with this? It seems to be just an ordinary magical artifact," Nan Gong Wan remarked in surprise. Han Li chuckled lightly, then gently tapped his waist with one hand, and a jade box materialized in his hands. A flash of green light revealed the lid open, revealing an identical dark ring inside. "Huh!" Nan Gong Wan looked on, her expression now filled with astonishment. Han Li then placed both rings side by side and, upon comparing them, confirmed that they were exactly alike. With a slight thought, Han Li didn't hesitate, placing both rings into the jade box and then sealing them inside his storage bag. Nan Gong Wan smiled gracefully, saying nothing, and instead, after a moment's consideration, ignored the pile of items and walked over to the motionless, cold woman. A flash of red light from her hands, she inclined slightly, gently pressing her jade palm against the woman's forehead, then closed her eyes, remaining silent. Han Li observed the scene, clearly understanding what Nan Gong Wan was doing, and smiled faintly, standing still without speaking. A moment later, Nan Gong Wan opened her eyes, raised her hand, and in her palm appeared a small crimson sword—exactly the "Blood Demon Sword" that had been there before. "This magical artifact is too powerful and poses a significant threat to us both," she said. "It's best to take it with us. I won't be using it myself. However, I noticed just now that the golden arc seemed able to counteract this treasure—so I recommend you keep it as a backup should the need arise." Nangong Wan just glanced at the small sword in her hand and shook her head, then tossed the magical artifact to Han Li.