At sight of Han Li's actions, both the Nanan Marquis and the elder did not hesitate—each presented a vial of medicine. Naturally, their attention turned to the two remaining ancient treasures. Now with two treasures and three people involved, it truly proved difficult to divide them evenly. As the Nanan Marquis and his companion hesitated, Han Li blinked, then suddenly smiled lightly. "How about this? I don't particularly need any more ancient treasures. If either of you carries a sufficient amount of spiritual stones, then please take these two treasures—just pay us an equivalent amount in spiritual stones," Han Li said calmly. "Such generosity from Han Daojun! We shall gladly accept. I have brought quite a few spiritual stones with me," said the elder, immediately beaming with satisfaction and readily agreeing. After all, in the celestial realm of Tiannan, ancient treasures were truly priceless—rarely traded for anything tangible. The Nanan Marquis himself was especially lacking in such treasures, so he smiled warmly and wholeheartedly embraced Han Li's proposal. Thus, when the two southern Llong侯 had gathered nearly all the spiritual stones from their persons, they finally managed to present a sufficient number to Han Li. As a result, both parties were satisfied. Upon seeing the two southern Llong侯 carefully place the remaining two ancient treasures aside, Han Li casually waved his hand, gently drawing the green silkworm robe that had been tossed aside by the southern Llong侯 to his hands, and then took it with a composed air. Though momentarily stunned, the two southern Llong侯, having just received two ancient treasures from Han Li, did not feel inclined to complain about this small matter. Though the robe was rare, its practical use was not particularly significant, so they allowed Han Li to take it. After dividing the treasures among themselves, the three still took some of the spiritual herbs growing near the molten lake, each receiving several stems. These herbs, capable of thriving in this fiery environment, were no ordinary plants—they were a high-grade fire-type spiritual herb known as "Jinyang Zhī," a top-tier material used in crafting fire-based spiritual pills. After confirming that there was nothing else left to capture their attention, the three gathered once again before the stone platform to discuss what came next. "Since we've obtained the treasure, I no longer intend to stay in the Inner Valley. I plan to return along the original route directly to the Outer Valley. I'd like both of you to join me," said Han Li calmly. "Han Brother, don't be so serious. We, along with Lu Brother, have only just managed to enter the Inner Valley—how could we possibly return so easily? On the other hand, why is it that you're so eager to leave?" Nan Long Hou chuckled and asked. "It's nothing really. I've already gathered sufficient gains, and I no longer wish to take unnecessary risks. My journey in cultivation is far from over. I have no intention of staying in such a hazardous place any longer," Han Li replied casually. "Ah! I didn't expect Han Brother to truly understand the art of preserving oneself. Unfortunately, we shall have to part ways from you. Han Brother may go ahead and leave the Valley first," said the elder named Lu, smiling warmly. "Going alone? But if I take the Two-Principles Ring with me, how will the two of you handle the Northern Primordial Light flowing through the passageway?" Han Li's face revealed a touch of curiosity as he asked slowly. Han Li smiled slightly, and with a faint, lingering glance at the translucent bone remains, he dissolved into a streak of jade-colored light, shooting toward the exit. In moments, he vanished completely. The elderly man, who had been smiling warmly all along, saw Han Li's ethereal form depart and immediately lost his smile. Meanwhile, Nan Long Hou remained expressionless, gently tapping his waist pouch of spiritual beasts. Several golden yellow birds shot out from the pouch. These were his trained spiritual birds, the "Thousand-Mile Oriole." With a sweeping motion of his sleeve toward the exit, several of the Thousand-Mile Orioles transformed into golden orbs and shot forth, vanishing into the corridor as well. Then, Nan Long Hou closed his eyes gently, as though sensing something. Lu Weiying observed this, slightly raised her brow, and remained calm, silent. After an indeterminate length of time, Nan Long Hou's eyelids fluttered gently, and then he slowly opened his eyes. "The person has indeed departed. At the very least, he is no longer nearby. The Thousand-Mile Oriole searched the area within ten miles and found no trace of him." "South Long Marquis spoke calmly. "You yourself mentioned that this person's awareness is exceptionally strong—could it be that he has used concealment techniques to evade my search?" Yet the elder named Lu furrowed his brows, raising a question. "Rest assured. Should he truly remain nearby without moving, he would certainly not succeed in concealing himself from me. As for the reasons behind this, I shall not elaborate further with Brother Lu," said the South Long Marquis, stroking his chin with a touch of unusual demeanor. He finally glanced at the bones, wondering if he had noticed anything unusual. Lu Weiying only felt at ease after setting up the soundproof enclosure, but as he spoke the last words, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. "Lu brother, you're overthinking it. Han Li, though skilled, couldn't possibly know the secrets of these bones. It must simply be a matter of routine. After all, these bones do appear rather unusual." Nan Long Hou shook his head. "Whether or not he truly notices something odd, one thing is certain—he doesn't want to stay with us. Perhaps he believes his own abilities are sufficient to explore the inner valley alone!" The elder paused and added thoughtfully. "Well then! As long as this young man doesn't interfere, whether he truly emerges or merely pretends to—we'll just remain vigilant. It's time, anyway. We should move swiftly." "According to the late Cangkun's will, these ancient cultivators' bones are precisely the keys to unlocking the blood curse gate." Since this gate has been sealed with such a powerful enchantment, it is clear that what lies within must be no ordinary matter. In ancient times, Blood-Curse Gates were typically used to safeguard precious treasures. The ancient relic has now turned translucent—this is precisely the sign that the Blood-Curse has been activated. Back then, Master Ang Kun had to retreat after facing difficulties at this gate, which fortunately worked out well for us." Nan Long Hou sighed and said. "Indeed. Compared to the treasures behind the Blood-Curse Gate, the treasures we have now are certainly of little significance. Then, let us set out. Although the Blood-Curse Gate is not far from here, we should still retrieve our belongings as soon as possible." The elder with the Lu surname paused and said. "Your words are well taken. Let us proceed. I am also very eager to see what lies behind the Blood-Curse Gate. Had it not been for Master Ang Kun, who by chance discovered this ancient relic near the gate, we would have been completely at a loss as to how to deal with it." The man who had once cast a spell upon the gate had not even traveled far from the Blood Spell Gate before he passed away here, seated in meditation. This was rather unusual. It seemed clear that the ancient cultivator must have had some remarkable tale behind him. "What stories and tales. I find none of this particularly interesting. Master Nan, let's go." Not long after, two streaks of incandescent light shot forth from a cave beneath the great peak, soaring over the mountain and heading toward an unknown destination. ... At this time, Han Li had already departed from the scene, flying back along his route. Now well over a hundred li away, Han Li's mind was occupied as the Silver Moon asked him something. "Master, you truly intend to leave now? It's clear that the two individuals have something concealed from you. The skeletal remains also seem to hold some issue." The voice of the Silver Moon came through, puzzled. "I certainly know all of this. It's likely connected to some other precious artifact. Though I am indeed touched by it, at this moment I am more concerned with the matter of the Spirit Candle Fruit." Besides this item, what other treasures in the valley are of greater use to me? I've already fallen behind the Gui Ling Sect for so long—no matter what plans the two southern L陇侯 might have, I have no intention of getting involved any further." Han Li spoke calmly as he continued to fly along his original path. "Ah, I see. Compared to the Ling Zhu Fruit, the Fu Mo Valley indeed does not possess any other treasures of greater value to the master. Yet, the master's sudden decision to take that green silkworm robe—what could be the reason behind this? I personally did not feel the master truly covets this item." Yin Yue curiously inquired about another matter. "Heh! This matter, in fact, can be said to be a missed opportunity on the part of those two old fellows." Upon hearing this, Han Li smiled slightly, with a touch of irony. "Master, what exactly does this mean?" Yin Yue expressed her confusion. Han Li did not immediately respond, but suddenly extended his hand and lightly tapped his storage pouch. A flash of green light illuminated the pouch, and the light silkworm robe appeared in Han Li's hands. With a "zip," Han Li held his hands like hooks and effortlessly tore open the green silk robe along one corner. "Huh," silver moon was surprised. For from the crease of the robe, Han Li had extracted a small piece that was neither fabric nor silk. On it, crude lines—drawn with the most primitive method using a carbon pencil—were clearly visible. Han Li gathered the torn robe and, holding the thin, soft piece in one hand, narrowed his eyes to examine it closely. "This is a map," he said, gazing at it. At the same time, silver moon watched clearly and, naturally, was equally attentive. Having only glanced at it briefly, she could not help but gasp in astonishment.