Although Han Li had no idea what the so-called "Seven Dragon Piles" was, hearing Yin Yue's voice so panicked immediately tightened his heart. With a swift motion of his sleeve, the thirty-six Qingzhú Fēngyún Swords emitted a humming sound and surged forth like fish leaping from the sleeve. Since he now knew his opponent was no ordinary magic cultivator, Han Li no longer wished to proceed slowly and probe his depth—he immediately summoned his newly forged flying swords, aiming to decisively overcome him. A series of golden beams, each about a foot long, spiraled around Han Li's head, and a sequence of spells was cast upon them. Instantly, the golden beams trembled slightly and immediately branched out into hundreds of identical sword beams, radiating brilliant light. As Han Li prepared to apply further spells to shape these beams into the Dageng Sword Array, the seven luminous pillars around him suddenly launched their attack. The silver dragons coiled atop the pillars simultaneously turned their heads toward Han Li in the center, opened their mouths wide, and emitted a brilliant silver glow, as though something substantial was about to be expelled. Han Li didn't hesitate. With a flick of his hand, the blue shield before him flashed with a burst of light, instantly transforming into a shimmering layer of blue mist that enveloped him completely. At the same time, he sent out a piece of silk handkerchief, which materialized as a soft, white vapor floating around the mist. Seven beams of silver light, flashing briefly, struck the fiery net formed by Zǐ Chéng’s sleeve. The silver and purple flames intertwined, and the purple net held only for a moment before being pierced at seven points, like spring sunlight melting snow. The seven beams of silver light continued their momentum and then struck the delicate mist formed by Jin Pa’s ancient treasure. As soon as they made contact, the mist surged and began to falter. Han Li saw this and drew in a sharp breath, his expression growing concerned. If this trend continued, his three-layered defense would be completely shattered within moments. What kind of attack were these beams—so powerful and effective! While Han Li was pondering this, the Silver Moon observed the scene and visibly relaxed. "I thought it was a genuine piece," she murmured, pressing her jade hand into a seal, then exhaling a cluster of fragrant vapor from her mouth, releasing a round, rose-colored orb the size of a thumb, emitting a strong aroma. Then, a pleasant, deep chant emanated from Yin Yue, and she gently pointed a slender finger toward Chun Zhu. With a soft "pop," the orb burst spontaneously, releasing a myriad of vivid, shimmering powders that surged toward the surrounding blue water veil. Han Li was momentarily stunned but did not intervene. As the veil absorbed these powders, it radiated an intense glow, brightening instantly—now appearing as though composed of countless mirrors of uniform size and shape. At this moment, the silver light shattered the outer layer of white mist and struck directly upon the final protective layer without hesitation. Witnessing this, Han Li grew tense, yet his hand continued to maintain the spell without pause. Unnoticed, the sword lights that had been swirling above his head began to vanish one by one in an odd, mysterious manner. The veil emitted brilliant, piercing streaks of light. Seven beams of silver light trembled slightly, then rebounded back into the air, retracing their original paths precisely and returning to the seven light pillars. Its speed was even three steps faster than the initial attack. This move not only left Han Li astonished, but the young man in the black robe was completely unprepared as well. He had been so captivated by the unexpected presence of a beautiful young woman beside Han Li that he had barely noticed anything else. Moreover, he had heard the young woman's murmured words about "a replica," which caused a brief expression of surprise to flicker across his face. "Boom, boom, boom!" The continuous sounds echoed as the seven beams of light, along with the silver serpents upon them, were instantly engulfed by a surge of silver light and vanished entirely. Han Li stood motionless, stunned. Such a seemingly formidable treasure had been destroyed so effortlessly—something he found hard to believe. Silver Moon gently pressed her full red lips together and smiled with quiet pride. "I never thought it was merely a replica—it was actually a half-finished product. I was genuinely surprised." She lightly tapped her high, firm chest with her jade hands and chuckled softly. "A half-finished product? How did you know the method to unravel the Seven Dragon Pillars?" The young man in black robes frowned upon seeing the Seven Dragon Pillar destroyed. Upon hearing Yin Yue's remark about it being a "half-finished" version, he immediately raised his voice. Though he knew the artifact he now held was undoubtedly not the genuine piece as rumored, he still found its powers rather monotonous—even for a replica. Now, hearing Yin Yue's words, he felt convinced, at least by about seven or eight tenths. Yin Yue, upon hearing the young man's words, merely glanced at him with her bright eyes, showing no intention to respond. Instead, she pressed her palms together and cast a spell toward the water curtain. Instantly, the water curtain flashed with light, and a cascade of delicate pink mist shot upward, swiftly solidifying back into the original pink orb. With a gentle smile, Yin Yue opened her mouth, releasing a radiant glow that surged forth. As she extended and then contracted her arms, the orb was smoothly enveloped and drawn back into her abdomen. "A fox spirit's essence! Hah! I never thought it would be a fox. Though its cultivation level is only seventh—rather unusual. Still, that suits perfectly." In the Great Jin dynasty, many cultivators long for a fox spirit consort. A fox spirit capable of taking human form is truly priceless—equal in value to the finest celestial and terrestrial treasures. This time, I truly haven’t come empty-handed. The black-robed young man first grew furious, but after carefully scanning with his spiritual awareness the silver moon and the several pink orb beads within the water curtain, a look of great delight spread across his face. "Though I would dearly like to accompany the immortal master, the silver moon already has a master of her own. I fear I shall not be able to follow your wishes." The silver moon first showed a slight change in expression, then her eyes sparkled with warmth as she gently covered her delicate lips with a smiling tone. "A master? Your current one will soon be gone—her spirit will vanish into the heavens. If you simply stay with me, I’ll spare your life. Don’t you dare be ungrateful! Following me will be far better than staying in this remote, humble village." The black-robed young man fixed his eyes on the silver moon with a look of intense desire, speaking with little concern. "Are you not quite yourself, then?" "I'm still in good health as the host, yet you're already showing interest in my female attendants. Before you make any claims, perhaps you should take a good look around," the Han Li, who had stood motionless until now, suddenly said with a mocking tone. "Around you. You're referring to these scattered sword lights, aren't you? It's indeed surprising that you've simultaneously crafted so many flying swords as your treasures. Yet, you must know that a true master's essential artifact relies entirely on one's own vital energy to cultivate and achieve its full power. Crafting so many flying swords is, in itself, a most foolish endeavor. Furthermore, projecting so many sword lights is merely ornamental—useless and superficial. What practical benefit would such a skill offer when engaging in combat against fellow cultivators of the same stage? Even if I remain perfectly still, your sword lights cannot touch me, let alone harm me a single hair." The black-robed young man swept his gaze over the dense network of sword lights suddenly materializing all around. "You're right in part. Still, before we proceed, I'd like to ask you a question—do you, by any chance, hold the rank of a late-stage Yuan Ying cultivator?" "If not, then you shall die." Han Lin's face took on a strange expression, and suddenly his eyes flashed with murderous intent as he spoke. At the same time, he subtly accelerated his spell, activating the Great Geng Sword Formation that he had quietly arranged. The black-robed young man paused, startled by Han Lin's question, then felt something was amiss. He quickly flipped his hand, and a short, dark axe appeared in his palm. The surface of the axe subtly shimmered with runes, and on the handle was a vividly carved ghost face, clearly indicating that this was no ordinary artifact. At that moment, the golden sword lights surrounding them all resonated softly, radiating bright luminous energy, yet they did not immediately launch an attack—they began to vanish one by one, silently. Startled, the black-robed young man quickly expanded his awareness to detect these sword lights. Yet upon scanning the area, he found no trace of any anomaly. His heart sank, and he hesitated no longer. With a cold exhalation, he launched his dark axe without hesitation. A black glow flashed, and the axe instantly swelled into a massive great axe, measuring six or seven zhang in length, its edge astonishingly sharp. With a gentle swing, it plunged fiercely into the void. A subtle golden thread shimmered and appeared, moving in the direction of the axe's strike, then vanished instantly. A sharp "crunch" echoed as the great axe split cleanly in two and fell to the ground. "This...?" The young man in black robes, whose earlier disdain had vanished, now looked deeply serious. He raised his hand again, launching a jade-green flying dagger that transformed into a green arc stretching a zhang in length, shooting forward. The same scene unfolded once more—the green arc, just after traveling a dozen zhang, was sliced by an identical number of golden threads, burst into a shimmer of green light, and then cut into six or seven fragments, settling to dust. "Hah! The sword formation!" The young man, clearly experienced, drew a deep breath, instantly grasping the situation. Yet, a sword formation should ideally be laid out by dozens—perhaps even hundreds—of people. To see Han Li single-handedly establish such a formidable formation was truly astonishing to the young man. Upon noticing that the black-robed youth was beginning to grasp the situation, Han Li did not grant him any time to consider a strategy for breaking through the formation. Instead, he pressed both palms together, instantly linking his consciousness with all the sword beams and then suddenly activated the Dageng Sword Formation with full force.