The azure lamp-flower, once detached from the lady's jade hand, spun smoothly in place before suddenly revealing a stunning scene. The originally turbulent azure-white flames surrounding the white lotus instantly transformed into slender strands of fire, flowing like a thousand streams converging into the sea, and fully merging into the lamp-flower. In moments, the purple Zhi Cheng's jade yang true fire was completely absorbed, leaving the lamp-flower calmly floating, now glowing with an even more brilliant azure light. The green-robed lady, undisturbed, gently pointed at the lamp-flower, and as the light rippled, it gently drifted toward the silver moon. The silver moon reacted with alarm, immediately pointing at Zhi Cheng's pouch, causing the entire purple net to radiate brilliantly, its dense web threads forming a protective barrier in front of her. At the same time, she flipped her palm, and the ancient flower basket appeared in her hands. Then, the large blue sword, roaring with thunder, soared into the air above the lady and settled down instantly upon the activation of the spell. The Silver Moon naturally responded in perfect harmony. Just as she transformed her floral basket into a swirling mass of white vapor to shield herself, she swiftly pressed two hand seals, and the deep purple glow enveloping the white lotus suddenly opened into a vast arch above. The great sword, bearing golden arcs and blue flames, then descended with powerful force, cutting straight down upon the white lotus. Seeing the sword's momentum so formidable, the green-robed woman's expression subtly shifted, her face for the first time displaying a serious demeanor. After a moment's hesitation, she no longer hesitated to attack the Silver Moon, but instead surged her entire spiritual energy through her feet, channeling it rapidly upward into the lotus. Instantly, the lotus petals swelled several times in size, and the layers of lotus shadows extended upward, forming a dense, solid light screen. At that moment, she suddenly pointed a finger at the drifting lamp flame, which instantly wavered and returned to rest atop her head. Then, she raised her bronze lamp high and gently waved it. A shimmer of jade-green light followed, and two lamp-flame blossoms, identical in size to the original one, floated side by side above her, then swiftly converged into a single At last, the great sword stood upon the luminous screen formed by the lotus petals. A thunderous roar echoed, with rumbling thunder and explosive sounds simultaneously resonating. The various lights—white glow, golden arcs, azure flames—wove together in intricate patterns. While the lotus petals were indeed marvelous, they were no match for the divine thunder and the dry azure ice flames. Individually, each might struggle to overcome the petals, but when both forces were applied simultaneously to the sword's surface, and amplified by the combined power of the seventy-two green bamboo-hive swords, the resulting strike proved overwhelming. Though the lotus shadow held firm for a brief moment, it ultimately collapsed, dispersing into a myriad of stars. The great sword then pressed down without resistance. Yet at that moment, the jade-colored fire sphere advanced slowly and steadily. Han Li's eyes flashed with a cold, determined light. Though somewhat wary of the strange nature of the opponent's azure flame, he also harbored a desire to test the relative strength of the dry azure ice flame and the lamp flame. Immediately, the great sword descended without hesitation. This collision occurred silently, with neither the pale golden arcs nor the intensely cold, dry blue ice flames able to persist. Both were instantly absorbed by the green flame, which then engulfed the entire great sword as well. The Qingzhu Fengyun Sword, being Han Li's true companion artifact, was exquisitely sensitive. As the green flame fully enveloped the sword at once, Han Li felt a sudden jolt in his heart, a profound, unbearable heat rising suddenly from within. His entire body temperature surged rapidly, as if his blood itself were boiling. Han Li was startled, and without hesitation, quickly pressed hand seals and pointed at the sword. The sword emitted a resonant hum, then flashed with intense green light, fragmenting into dozens of smaller green blades that scattered outward. He had hoped this would allow him to escape the strange green flame, but upon closer inspection, Han Li's face fell. These scattered blades too were glowing with green flames, and each one was soon completely enveloped once again by the green flame. Han Li's face was alternately pale and flushed, his discomfort growing increasingly severe until his entire body began to sweat profusely. Startled, he bit his lower lip hard, swiftly pressing his fingers in rapid, wheel-like gestures, while his consciousness split into dozens of streams, instantly commanding his flying swords—some soaring skyward, others swirling and dancing wildly—striving to break free from the enveloping glow of the lamp flames on the swords. He had personally witnessed the ancient silver bell being reduced to molten silver and utterly destroyed. He dared not allow his own life-sustaining artifact to meet the same fate. Should that happen, both his vital energy and spiritual awareness would suffer catastrophic damage. At that moment, the white lotus petal that had previously been destroyed re-emerged from the lotus platform beneath the green-robed woman's feet, once again shielding the area. The woman had remained coldly observing Han Li's swords, now encased in the flame, and the increasingly comical scene of them struggling to maintain their flight. A faint smile of contempt curled at the corner of her lips. She did not hurry to act, instead patiently waiting for the moment when Han Li's life-sustaining artifact was finally destroyed and his cultivation level But shortly thereafter, the scornful expression on her lips froze, and surprise flashed in her eyes. The bronze lamp she held was no ordinary ancient treasure—it was, in fact, one of the two great inheritances of the Mulan clan. The Le family woman had been entrusted with this treasure not only because of her profound cultivation and status as the first female master of the Mulan clan, but primarily because of her other distinguished identity, one that was nearly comparable to the "Heavenly澜 Holy Maiden" of the Tūhūr people, earning her deep respect from other senior master practitioners. Even the three Great Divine Masters of the Mulan clan would treat her with due courtesy, never showing the slightest hesitation or disrespect. However, since receiving the lamp, due to certain special circumstances and inherent usage limitations of the lamp itself, she had been able to use it only a limited number of times and had rarely drawn upon it. Once the usage limit was exceeded, the treasure had to be immediately returned and placed in reserve, awaiting the next qualified recipient. It is evident that the people of Mulan hold this treasure in high regard. However, the most crucial role of the bronze lamp is not one of competing or battling against others, but rather a unique and profoundly significant purpose vital to all the people of Mulan. Of course, when wielded in battle, this treasure proves utterly effective—throughout history, rulers who have held it have defeated powerful adversaries and transmuted countless treasures. Whether ancient relics or divine artifacts, as long as they are enveloped by the jade-green flame emitted by the lamp, they cannot withstand it and are inevitably destroyed. Wooden artifacts, in particular, are especially vulnerable, being instantly reduced to nothing at the mere glance of the flame. Yet this wooden-spirited flying sword, clearly part of a complete set of divine artifacts, has been continuously enveloped by the lamp's flame for such a long time, and yet shows not even the faintest sign of turning to ash. How could the woman not be astonished for a long while? At the very moment of her astonishment, a flash of purple light appears above her head, and without any prior sign or warning, a vast expanse of purple cloud suddenly emerges. The Lu family woman was startled, regained her composure, and found that Yin Yue had seized the opportunity to activate the purple cheng seal, sealing once again the opening she had previously released. Then, twisting her willowy waist, she slightly opened her red lips, and a stream of fragrant pink mist burst forth from her incense mouth, instantly engulfing Bai Lian. The green-dressed woman snorted, glanced at the bronze lamp in her hand, hesitated for a while, and ultimately decided not to use it. Instead, she raised her other hand, and a pale yellow jade pendant appeared in her grasp. As she prepared to activate this treasure to impress Yin Yue, the pink mist suddenly trembled, releasing a strong, unusual fragrance, and gradually transformed into countless handsome men and women, embracing and engaging in bold, intimate gestures, leaving the woman momentarily stunned, then flushed with embarrassment. "You're dead, you witch!" her face turned stern, and with a flash of yellow light from the jade pendant, a wave of golden hue surged forth, scattering the pink mist into fragments, making it vanish entirely. Yet, where Yin Yue had stood, there was now no trace of human presence. The woman of the Le family sneered, about to activate her spiritual awareness to locate the other person, when suddenly she remembered something, her expression changing abruptly as she hurried to glance at Han Li. For the brief disturbance caused by the silver moon, Han Li had already reformed the numerous flying swords into a massive sword and summoned them all before him, gazing at him steadily without blinking. Seeing that the swords had not yet been fully absorbed, the woman of the Le family was struck with astonishment. Yet she would not hesitate any longer. At that moment, she lifted her copper lamp in her hands, intending to waste even the next opportunity, and directly use the flame to transmute Han Li himself. However, Han Li suddenly brought both hands together in front of his chest, one palm glowing with a layer of white cold light, the other displaying flickering blue flames. Then, he opened his mouth, forming a swirl of green qi that enveloped both hands. "Pffft!" A purple flame the size of an egg appeared between his palms, and then Han Li lightly touched the flame with his fingertip. A gentle burst of light caused the purple flame to take the form of a lifelike purple flame bird, which spread its wings and soared toward the massive green sword suspended in midair, wrapped in a glow of lamp flame. A soft "thud" followed, and then an eerie scene unfolded. Both the purple and green flames ignited simultaneously on the sword's surface. As they swayed and danced, they intertwined fiercely, each striving to overpower the other, refusing to yield. For a moment, it seemed neither flame could claim the upper hand. Han Li, though deeply concerned, his face shifting between worry and displeasure, was utterly stunned by the young woman named Le. How could this purple flame, so powerful, withstand and even challenge her ancient lamp's radiant flame? Without having witnessed it firsthand, she would have found it hard to believe what she saw. Yet she quickly regained her composure. Her determination to eliminate Han Li grew even stronger. This individual, still only in the early stage of Yuan Ying, already possessed such extraordinary abilities. If she were to advance to the mid or late stages, she would surely dominate the entire Mulan Grasslands—no one would stand a chance against her. Thinking of this, the young lady's face grew serious, and she tossed the bronze lamp upward, which settled steadily at a height of one zhang above her head. Then, with a solemn expression, she settled cross-legged, pressed her palms into specific gestures, closed her eyes, and murmured incantations continuously. The white lotus beneath her immediately radiated a brilliant white glow, while the bronze lamp above shimmered with a steady green light—both responding to each other in a harmonious, mutual resonance. The Lu family woman had truly resolved to make this a decisive move—she would use up all future uses of the bronze lamp in this single instance, and ensure that Han Li was completely erased from the ranks of the southern sky cultivators. Han Li, in turn, had noticed the green-robed woman's actions, and immediately felt his heart sink, silently cursing his fate. He now withdrew his resolve to fight to the end. Though he still held powerful reserves such as the Purple Lotus Fire and the Blood Demon Sword, he had no intention of engaging in a full-scale battle with this woman here. Clearly, the green-robed woman was no ordinary cultivator at the mid-Stage of Yuan Ying. He was determined Han Li and the woman both paused in surprise at sight of them. Yet, as both of them were momentarily distracted, the purple cloud formed by Zi's head and the purple chime suddenly parted to either side, and a beam of white light shot straight toward the bronze lamp with the suddenness of a thunderbolt. A flash of white mist revealed the lamp instantly engulfed within the light. Then, after a graceful spiral, the beam roared forward and surged back toward the purple cloud.