The green-robed woman suddenly turned pale, her face whitening instantly, then her expression turned one of shock and fury. Raising both hands, she sent out a sweeping wave of white mist, while the white lotus beneath her spun wildly, surging upward in a towering mass of lotus shadows. However, a flash of purple light above caught the white glow, revealing a vast, misty purple net descending. At once, the purple light and white mist collided sharply with the surging lotus shadows. Above, the silver moon's delicate, playful laughter rang out. Behind the purple net, the light dimmed, revealing the silver moon's tall, graceful figure. With a smiling expression, she held a floral basket of ancient treasure in her hands—within, the light shimmered, and the bronze ancient lamp was trapped in the radiance, motionless. Once the green-robed woman's lingering spiritual awareness on the lamp was removed upon their return, the ancient artifact would be accessible to anyone. Han Li naturally shared in her delight, yet before he could fully display his excitement, The man who had stumbled in, just now, also saw clearly the duel between Han Li and the green-robed woman, and immediately turned to Han Li, his face filled with panic, shouting, "Han friend, run! The divine master of the Mulan people has arrived. Lu friend has already been eliminated. If you don't move now, it's too late!" This man was the elderly man named Ma, though at present his hair was disheveled, one arm missing entirely, and his expression was one of profound fear. "The divine master of the Mulan people?" Han Li exclaimed, startled. As he was about to ask for more details, the old man suddenly radiated a bright white glow and prepared to take flight, unwilling to pause even for a moment. Yet at that very instant, a soft, calm male voice came from behind. "Too late! I have already arrived here. I sacrificed one arm just now to allow you to escape. This time, I wonder what secret technique you still have. Will you not also transform your other arm into a substitute puppet? If indeed you do, then I must truly admire you!" "Hmm—Isn't this our Mu Lan's 'Yuan Ming Lamp'? Little fox, you're quite bold! To dare take such a treasured heirloom of ours—something even an immortal creature like you would rarely touch." The man moved with astonishing speed; his initial words seemed still in their original place, yet in an instant, he appeared close at hand. His final, slightly astonished remark, however, clearly revealed the silver moon fox's true form. Then, a streak of silver light shot forth from the misty sea, seemingly slow, yet in a moment, it reached right before Silver Moon. Silver Moon's face turned pale, and she quickly waved her hand, summoning a large, purple net that materialized before her. Without hesitation, she launched herself backward. Yet the silver streak only paused briefly before instantly transforming into a broad silver hand, which firmly seized the purple net and pulled it toward herself. At the same time, from a distance of over fifteen paces, the silver hand gently clenched its fingers and struck the air in the direction where Silver Moon was retreating. The golden flash of light generated by the silver moon was struck mid-flight by a silver orb that appeared spontaneously, and thus, the attack arrived just in time, causing the figure to scream in agony and disintegrate into scattered light before falling down... Yet she proved remarkably astute. With a firm jaw, she endured the intense pain and suddenly hurled a white vapor of her ancient artifact toward Han Li at a distance. "You're dead!" the man in silver voice seemed slightly irritated. The light flickered, and the silver hand split into two, transforming into a second one. One of the hands swiftly reached for the ancient floral basket, seizing it instantly. The other lunged directly toward the silver moon, who had been falling toward the sky, intent on crushing her completely. The two movements were as swift as lightning. The silver moon was startled and alarmed, quickly attempting to summon her spiritual power to activate her evasive technique and flee. However, as her silver light flashed, she found herself unable to stir a single drop of inner energy. The initial attack, though severely damaging, had simultaneously cast upon her body a simple, subtle seal. Although it was easy to solve, there was simply no time to do so at the moment. As the silver giant hand descended upon her like a small mountain, silver moon felt a chill in her heart, closed her eyes, and prepared to meet her fate. Just then, a thunderous sound erupted behind her, and an arm appeared from her back, firmly cradling her waist. "Go!" A clear, composed voice suddenly rang out—then the roar intensified, and both silver moon and Han Li vanished simultaneously. The silver giant hand narrowly missed its grasp. In the next instant, Han Li held silver moon's waist in one arm and carried the massive sword of green and purple hues in the other, materializing at the edge of the thick mist, several dozen paces away, his expression grave and solemn. "Huh! The Lightning Technique!" came an expression of surprise from the silver giant hand. Then, the other silver hand swiftly returned, and the two massive hands collided, emitting a brilliant silver flash. The brilliance dimmed, and a mid-level Daoist scholar stepped into the silver glow, one hand gripping the purple jade pouch, the other holding an ancient floral basket. He calmly observed Han Li at a distance. Even though she were naturally cold and reserved, she could not afford the slightest show of indifference when facing one of her clan's three great master priests. "There's nothing much. I simply heard that the heavenly men have sent another batch of cultivators to reinforce the large arrays across various regions. And then, your own Tian Ku—this strange incident of his sudden demise—has left me somewhat concerned. So I came to have a look. I'd like to offer a reasonable explanation to the cultivators from the Great Jin state. Right now, we simply can't do without them. But if the other side still has cultivators proficient in Lightning Route techniques, even Master Le, who's not easy to handle, will be a challenge." The scholar spoke calmly and composedly. Then he turned his head slightly, calmly asking the distant Han Li: "This little fox—she's one of yours, isn't she? Quite bold, daring to touch even our Mu Lan's ancestral treasure. Since you're her master, why not bring her along as well?" "Hmph! Such confidence. Even if you don't take that bronze lamp, will you let me go? If you want to see my life, then perhaps you'll find out whether you have the Han Li narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and replied coldly. Upon hearing this, the scholar glanced at Han Li’s massive sword, noting the strange coexistence of green and purple flames, and a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes. Yet he composed himself immediately and said: "Ha! It's been quite some time since I've seen a cultivator speak so boldly in my presence. Lu Shishe, the one who lost an arm on that side—hand it over to you. As for the young friend who practices Lightning Technique, I'll take care of him. I wonder how long he can last?" The scholar's expression of cruelty flashed briefly, then faded. Without summoning any artifact, his form blurred slightly, and with a flash of silvery light, two figures identical to himself materialized beside him—wearing the same robes, bearing the same expressions. Together, the three now stared at Han Li as though he were a corpse. Han Li drew in a sharp breath; upon scanning their forms with his awareness, he could not tell the difference between the two duplicates and the original. No matter how refined their aura, they were completely identical. Though stunned, Han Li gently tapped the silver moon's shoulder with one hand and quickly murmured something in a low voice. The silver moon nodded obediently. Having released the seals within her, a flash of white light revealed her true form as a small fox, who then gracefully slipped into Han Li's sleeve. At that moment, the three scholars on the opposite side waved their long sleeves, and slowly drifted toward Han Li. Though their movements were slow and composed, within just a few steps, they had instantly reached a distance of over ten zhang from Han Li. Han Li's face turned pale with alarm; without hesitation, he spread his back wings and vanished suddenly. "You want to escape? Where will you go?" the middle scholar chuckled. Then, simultaneously with his two companions, all three flashed with silver light and calmly stepped forward to pursue. After taking two steps into the void, they too disappeared right there. At once seeing this scene, the elderly man whose face had previously been as lifeless as a corpse suddenly moved with surprising speed, leaping upward and transforming into a streak of white light, shooting off in the opposite direction without a word. Upon witnessing this, the woman of the Le family sneered, then pressed her palms together in a series of gestures, turning into a gentle breeze that chased after him. With a divine master pursuing Han Li, what could she possibly be concerned about? This southern cultivator, however, was not skilled in the Lightning Transmutation Technique and would surely not escape her grasp. As for this great array, without a Yuan-Emperor cultivator present, it would be easy to dismantle. Can it truly be impossible to break the divine awareness lock? That would indeed be perilous. Though supported by a thousand-year-old elixir, the protective divine thunder lightning within your body has now dwindled. Without the ability of Thunder Flight, you simply cannot evade the opponent's "Shrinking the Earth" technique, which tracks your movements with precision. This advanced ability is no less effective than instantaneous teleportation—indeed, in certain aspects, it surpasses it. Had the master not been so astute, he would never have engaged this person directly, merely retreating and avoiding confrontation. Once caught and engaged, even with Thunder Flight, escape would prove difficult. "Silver Moon relayed her concerns directly into her mind. "A late-stage Yuan Ying cultivator's awareness can lock onto a specific energy signature within hundreds of li. While I believe my awareness surpasses that of a mid-stage Yuan Ying cultivator, there remains a noticeable gap when compared to true late-stage practitioners. After all, the Great Derivation Technique has not yet been fully mastered, and several layers of the cultivation method remain unacquired. As soon as this matter is resolved, I will immediately journey to the far western lands to secure the remaining mantras." Previously, whenever his consciousness was stronger than his opponent, he hadn't noticed anything special. Now, even when he falls behind, he immediately feels constrained, and many of his techniques simply can't be executed. Han Li smiled bitterly and then said, full of resentment.