With important matters to attend to, Han Li naturally wouldn't study this immortal dan right now. He simply flipped his hand, a flash of green light passing through, then raised it again, casting out three empty spirit-beast bags. Pointing at the golden insect swarm floating in the air, he emitted a long, resonant cry. Instantly, the insect chorus surged into a vibrant hum, coalescing into three streams of golden clouds, which then flew back into the three spirit-beast bags, each one carefully retrieved by Han Li. As for the Dàgē Sword Array, with a mere thought of his divine awareness, it reverted into thirty-six golden flying swords, shrinking and then vanishing into the sleeve of his robe. "Go fetch the spirit fruits," Han Li said. "Move quickly. I'm not sure how long the illusion array I set up earlier will be able to deceive the cultivators of Gui Ling Sect." With that, he transformed into a streak of jade-green light and shot toward the lake. Zǐ Líng hurried to follow. Upon gathering his spirit, Han Li and Zǐ Líng materialized at a height of one zhang above the spirit herbs. After a quick glance at the top of the spiritual herb, Han Li did not immediately proceed to pluck it. Instead, he turned slightly and calmly addressed Zilin beside him: "You go ahead and harvest it—be especially careful. This spiritual candle fruit is quite unique; it must be stored in a wooden container, otherwise its medicinal properties will fade within just a few days." "Thank you, Brother Han. I'll be extra cautious," Zilin said, suppressing her excitement and offering Han Li a graceful smile before gently bowing her thanks. Without hesitation, she flicked her fragrant sleeve, and a jade-green wooden box appeared in her hands. Then, extending a jade finger, she swept it across the empty space below. Instantly, a flash of white light passed through, and a spiritual candle fruit fell directly into the space. With her well-prepared wooden box already in hand, she simply rotated it, and a soft, misty glow surged out from within, swiftly enveloping the fruit and drawing it into the box. Then, with a single hand movement, she brushed the lid gently, and it closed of its own accord. Only after completing these steps did Zilin take a deep breath and carefully placed the "How is it, Lady Zǐlíng, that you are not taking another fruit?" Han Li was slightly taken aback by the scene, his face revealing a touch of surprise. "Thank you so much for your kindness, Brother Han. One fruit is quite sufficient. This journey has been entirely due to your grace—besides gathering a few initial pieces of information, I have not exerted myself at all. It is entirely thanks to your extraordinary abilities that I have managed to obtain this immortal fruit. Though I have some acquaintance with you, I would not feel bold enough to divide it equally. As for the rest, I shall let you keep them. After all, this fruit not only serves as an excellent ingredient for refining the Changhua Dan, but when consumed fresh, it also offers additional benefits—enhancing one’s cultivation slightly." Lady Zǐlíng smiled gracefully. Now that she's so rational in expressing these words—whether sincerely or deliberately aiming to please him—it has significantly improved Han Li's impression of her. After all, it's no easy matter to restrain one's greed when faced with such celestial and spiritual fruits. "Since Miss Zilin has said so, then I shall not hesitate," Han Li nodded, showing no formality. He then pressed his hand against his waist, and a flash of white light revealed a wooden box already prepared, while with the other hand, he gently waved. A sheet of emerald light descended, gently enveloping three Ling Zhu Guo. The fruits trembled slightly, then detached themselves and settled within the light. Han Li simply guided them with his hand, and the three fruits were neatly placed inside the box. "Let's go! We can't stay here any longer—we don't know when the disciples from Gui Ling Sect will arrive. Though I'm not afraid of them, I'd rather avoid a direct confrontation here. After all, refining the elixirs is our priority," Han Li said, calmly as he secured the box. "Of course! The spiritual fruits can't be stored for long. Yet we can't simply return along the original path, or we might encounter people from the Ghost Spirit Sect. Why don't we simply head in a random direction, journey several thousand li, and then find a secluded spot to refine the elixirs? As for where exactly we go, naturally, it will be up to Brother Han to decide." Zi Ling blinked her beautiful eyes and gently pursed her lips. Zi Ling noticed that Han Li had not answered her questions, but instead was gazing at a piece of unknown, cloth-like object in his hands, which made her slightly puzzled. Yet this woman was exceptionally intelligent—she did not speak to urge him, but simply remained still, patiently waiting for Han Li’s decision. "Come with me. We'll first refine the elixir," Han Li said calmly, after making up his mind. He folded the map and spoke. However, upon glancing at the spiritual herbs before him, he suddenly furrowed his brows and raised his arm in a sweeping gesture. A flash of green light passed, and a small branch fell to the ground. Yet as soon as the branch touched the earth, it suddenly turned dry and yellowed, and within moments turned to ash. Han Li looked down at this scene, a trace of regret passing through his eyes. It seemed the records were indeed accurate—the spiritual root of the Ling Zhu Fruit was fundamentally different from that of other spiritual trees. It belonged to a rare category of spiritual trees in this realm that could not be transplanted. Once moved from their original location, these trees would immediately wither and vanish—completely incapable of being cultivated artificially. Han Li no longer hesitated; he raised his hand, releasing a beam of white light that launched the wind-carriage into the air, then stepped onto it instantly. Zǐ Líng saw this and, without a word, flew to the carriage as well. The beam of white light flashed, and the wind-carriage transformed into a sphere of light, shooting through the sky, soon becoming a small white dot on the horizon in a certain direction. Han Li had already planned ahead: halfway along the journey, he would first find a suitable spot to brew the Dan of Transformation, then promptly take the pill and absorb its effects. Once he had fully experienced the miraculous properties of the Dan and confirmed everything proceeded smoothly, he would then make a visit to the location marked on the map to see what treasures, if any, lay hidden there. After all, the map was so mysterious—whatever treasures it held must surely be extraordinary. As long as the journey seemed free of major dangers, Han Li would naturally not overlook this place. About an hour later, the members of the Gui Ling Sect finally arrived at this location, where the once-thriving oasis had now become. Yet standing by the lake, gazing at the still-unyielding ice lake and the lone spirit herb that stood barren and empty in its midst, the disciples of Gui Ling Sect exchanged puzzled glances, while Master Zhong's face turned stern. At that moment, Han Li had already traveled over a thousand miles, heading toward the location marked on the map. Soon after, they emerged from the desert region and came upon a plateau of varying heights and hues—several shades of green and yellow. Upon seeing this terrain, Han Li sighed in admiration. How remarkable it was that this corner of Zui Mo Valley encompassed nearly every kind of geographical feature, seemingly containing a comprehensive understanding of the terrain across the world! He wondered whether this landscape had always existed naturally within Zui Mo Valley, or whether it had been formed through the extraordinary efforts of ancient cultivators. A few days later, Han Li arrived at a hilly and mountainous region, riding his wind-car. As he looked at these moderately tall peaks, he immediately ventured deep into the mountain range for several hundred miles, and finally came upon a seemingly ordinary small hill, where he halted his wind-car. "Master Zilin, let's settle here. We'll each go off and prepare our pills separately. I've scanned the area with my divine awareness and found no ancient seals or spatial rifts—this vicinity should be quite safe." Han Li floated at a low altitude beside the foot of the mountain, speaking calmly to Zilin. "Thank you, Master Han. Then I shall retire." Zilin glanced around briefly, then smiled warmly in response. Immediately, her figure transformed into a streak of brilliant light and sped swiftly toward another nearby mountain peak. It seems she's preparing to establish her own private chamber for pill-making. Watching the figure vanish into the small mountain, Han Li then turned his gaze back, flickered slightly, and stepped out of the flying carriage, standing several zhang away beside the Wind-Steering Car. With a series of hand gestures, he gestured toward the carriage, and the Wind-Steering Car swiftly shrunk, being directly stored within his sleeve. Han Li then transformed into a streak of jade light, heading straight for the central part of the nearby mountain. A short while later, under the command of Han Li, who simultaneously directed dozens of flying swords to carve the mountain stone, a simple dwelling appeared before them. At the entrance of the cave, Han Li set up a small magical array before calmly entering the cave. To be cautious, he specially released seven or eight puppets at the Dan Stage to guard the cave entrance, in case of any unforeseen events. Only then did Han Li feel at ease and enter a sealed chamber. He tossed his storage bag into the air, and under the guidance of his consciousness, various auxiliary materials for the Perfected Dan, which had been prepared in advance, poured out in a cascade of white mist. Finally, Han Li retrieved a wooden box containing the Spirit Candle Fruits and an ancient, elegant blue steaming cauldron, placing both gently before him. With his eyes slightly narrowed, he surveyed these items, took a deep breath, and settled into a meditative posture on the ground. Though this Perfected Dan was his first attempt at crafting, Han Li, with his nearly master-level expertise in alchemy, felt confident and composed. Moreover, for this journey to the Valley of Demonic Fall, Han Li had prepared exceptionally thoroughly—whether it was the primary ingredient, the Spirit Candle Fruit, or the auxiliary materials—there were ample supplies. Even if he failed several times, it would still be nothing to worry about. As for whether Zilin could utilize that single Spirit Candle Fruit to produce a Creation Pill, Han Li wasn't entirely certain, since the girl had never demonstrated her alchemical skills before him. Yet, since she had only selected one fruit, it was likely she had some confidence in her ability. While thinking thus, Han Li kept his gaze fixed on the small cauldron spinning steadily before him, not blinking once. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and a stream of jade-green infant flame erupted, circling the cauldron before enveloping it completely with a "pfft" sound, whereupon the cauldron burst into vigorous flames.