The young man in black robes felt dizzy and his consciousness weakened as the fragrant mist enveloped him. When the silver beams struck his immortal essence with lightning speed, his vital energy instantly coagulated, and his divine powers vanished entirely. His immortal core turned pale, his face expressionless, gazing in disbelief at the young woman in white standing beside Han Li. "Indeed! Your movements have grown more precise." Though Han Li had personally instructed the silver-clad woman to act, he smiled warmly in praise. "All thanks to the perfect timing set by the master. This man was only focused on escaping, so he failed to notice that the figure I remained behind was merely a phantom. My true form had already slipped away to the side." The silver moon smiled gently as she spoke. Then, with a graceful sweep of her sleeve, she directed her gesture toward the other "silver moon" standing beside Han Li, and that figure instantly dissolved into a bright white glow. Han Li smiled slightly and said nothing further. Yet, beneath the vast golden net nearby, a thunderous roar caused it to re-form into a golden sphere, which then shot into the air and vanished from sight. As for the Da Geng Sword Array, upon a mere flick of韩立's divine awareness, it transformed back into thirty-six flying swords, shrinking and then drifting into his sleeve on their own. Only then did韩立 calmly glance at the Yuan Ying of the black-robed young man. Terrified, the Yuan Ying struggled to shout out in rage, yet his body grew weak, unable to open his mouth even once. "Silver Moon, take him to that grove over there and begin searching for a method to lift the Seal of Soul Binding,"韩立 said coldly, his expression stern. Then, he rose into the air and flew alone toward the other side of the dense forest. "Yes, Master," Silver Moon replied respectfully, gently lifting the Yuan Ying with her hand and following after. Not long afterward, a vast expanse of delicate pink fragrant mist rose from the grove, completely enveloping the entire forest. … Hundreds of miles away from the small island where Han Li and the young cloaked disciple were engaged in combat, there was a brilliant flash of spiritual light. Six magnificent, sky-reaching streaks of虹, each of a different hue, were rushing through the air toward the island. Leading the group was an elderly man with silver hair, his expression serious. "Programmer Friend, you're absolutely right—this transmission array appears remarkably simple, yet it has managed to transport someone so far. That's truly astonishing." Immediately behind him, an older, plump man with a prominent nose and a slightly flushed complexion suddenly asked, "Indeed, without a doubt. My senses are now crystal clear. Han's younger brother should be just a short distance ahead. All of you should be especially cautious. That person is at least a mid-Stage Yuan Ying level magical cultivator. Though we are numerous, most of us are still at the initial stage of cultivation. We must be careful when facing off against this powerful magical cultivator." The silver-haired elder first affirmed, then added with concern. "Don't worry. This time, You've brought with you the most precious treasure of our sect—the Mist-Enchanted Bell. "Even if we don't prevail against that person, we will certainly be able to escape." The fire dragon child, who appeared youthful, smiled lightly. "That's true. Had it not been for Brother You bringing this precious treasure to the forefront, I would have genuinely hesitated to take our several friends on this risky journey. After all, if the demonic cultivator is indeed the abbot of Yin Luo Sect, our group would be in serious danger." Upon hearing this, the silver-haired elder turned to the other gray-robed elder and said gratefully. "It's nothing at all. Brother Cheng once rendered great favors to Brother You many years ago. I am more than happy to assist. Moreover, that demonic cultivator from Yin Luo Sect dared to penetrate deep into our Xi Kingdom and cause harm—clearly, he didn't take us seriously at all. We must show him some color, otherwise, he would truly think our Xi Kingdom's cultivation world is devoid of strength." The gray-robed elder smiled politely. "By the way, I'm quite curious about your esteemed sect's Han cultivator. I've heard that Brother Cheng's disciple performed remarkably well during the battle against the Muling people, nearly turning the tide of the entire conflict." I have long admired him and would like to get to know him better." Another tall, imposing man, with a dignified bearing, chuckled and added, "Indeed, I've recently heard much about Mr. Han's reputation. I'm also eager to meet him in person." The elder with a slightly crooked nose smiled warmly. "That's easy enough. Once I've helped Mr. Han resolve this matter, I'll personally introduce him to all of you. Though, I do have some concerns about Mr. Han's current safety. That magical cultivator is quite cunning—he even devised a temporary teleportation array to evade us. After all this time, Mr. Han has been fighting alone. I wonder if anything untoward might happen." The silver-haired elder expressed his concern. "Don't worry. Since he's been so deliberate in trying to avoid us, it's clear he doesn't possess very high cultivation levels. Otherwise, why would he be so cautious and methodical? With Mr. Han's skill, he'll certainly be safe." The tall man, straightforward and quick-witted, said. "I hope that your favorable words will prove true. The silver-haired elder smiled wryly and could only say as much. He was well aware that, judging by the magical prowess of the demon cultivator who had stormed into Luoyun Sect that day, even if he weren't a late-stage Yuan-Ying stage cultivator, he would still be a top-tier Yuan-Ying mid-stage master—far from being so easily handled. He certainly didn't want Luoyun Sect to gain a strong new senior elder only to face another crisis shortly thereafter. Fortunately, as long as he could sense the tracking marks, it meant Han Li was safe—then he could at least feel a measure of reassurance. Over the course of their conversation, the six Yuan-Ying cultivators gradually drifted out over a hundred li, slowly approaching the small island. The group's expressions grew increasingly serious. "Hm!" the silver-haired elder murmured, suddenly halting his flight. "Cheng brother, what's happened?" someone asked curiously. "Han's disciple seems to be moving this way. Has he resolved the matter, or—?" The elder didn't finish his sentence, but everyone else clearly understood what he meant. Should the rest of life capture him, the natural markers might also come this way. "Let us prepare then. Should Master Han truly meet with an accident, we shall certainly rescue him," said the elder with the Yu surname, calmly. Then, with a single hand stroke on his storage bag, a small yellowish bell appeared in his hands, which he gently lifted and held, gazing forward without speaking. The others exchanged glances and, in turn, each drew out their treasures, preparing for a fierce battle. The silver-haired elder looked gloomy, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes. A short while later, all of them observed distant flashes of green light, as a streak of green light broke through the air. "It's Master Han's flight light. He's unharmed," said the silver-haired elder, who didn't even need to use his spiritual senses to confirm—immediately, he exhaled a deep breath and beamed with relief. The other cultivators looked on, surprised. If Master Han is unharmed, then surely he managed to defeat that demonic cultivator alone? Just as the other cultivators were puzzled, a swift streak of emerald light appeared, reaching the group's vicinity in a matter of moments. The glow faded, revealing a young man in a green robe—none other than Han Li himself. "Master Cheng, Fire Dragon Brother, you've both arrived. These others are also fellow cultivators assisting us, I believe. For this occasion, I am truly grateful to each of you for your timely support." Han Li's brow was furrowed, as though burdened with concerns. Yet, upon seeing the silver-haired elders, he managed a smile, clasped his hands in a bow, and expressed his gratitude. "Master Han, you're being too kind. We arrived a little late and actually didn't manage to contribute much—how could we possibly be worthy of your thanks?" The elder with the surname You carefully studied Han Li's expression before immediately lowering his tone and speaking with humble deference. The other cultivators, seemingly led by the gray-robed elder, all smiled gently and remained silent, observing Han Li with quiet attention. Meanwhile, the silver-haired elder turned his gaze toward Han Li's back, scanning for any signs of pursuing forces. Seeing none, he asked: " "That person has already been eliminated by me. Even his Yuan-Infant stage was completely dissolved. However, he wasn't the abbot of Yin Luo Sect—he was merely one of their senior elders." Han Li spoke calmly. "What? Truly eliminated by your younger brother? Though he wasn't a late Yuan-Infant stage cultivator, he should have been at least a mid-Yuan-Infant stage magic cultivator. How could your younger brother have defeated him?" The silver-haired elder was hard pressed to believe. The elder Yu and the Fire Dragon child, along with the others, also looked stunned. Though they had not paid much attention to the magic cultivator's appearance during their journey, knowing that he had managed to injure a Yuan-Infant stage cultivator at Luoyun Sect and then easily escaped, they now realized how exceptional this cultivator truly was. Without the elder Yu's arrival with the Mist-Immortal Bell, they might not have dared to intervene at all. Now, hearing that Han Li alone had not only defeated but completely annihilated the magic cultivator, including dissolving his Yuan-Infant stage, they were deeply astonished. "It was merely a lucky break—the very technique he employed was precisely one that I could counter." Han Li said vaguely, then paused slightly before raising his hand and tossing a dark, solid object toward the silver-haired elder. The elder instinctively caught it, feeling an intense coolness. Upon closer inspection, he saw a black seal inscribed with dense rows of characters and incantations, bearing an ancient Chinese character in the center: "Luo." Others, seeing that Han Li seemed unwilling to speak further, also wisely kept quiet. Yet each of them harbored a sincere intention to become acquainted with Han Li. After all, a cultivator capable of defeating a mid-stage Yuan婴 magic practitioner—such as Han Li—must surely possess extraordinary abilities. Establishing a good relationship with him would undoubtedly bring numerous benefits, both for the sect and personally.