"This person is no stranger!" "What? How does the master know this?" Han Li opened his mouth with a statement that was truly astonishing. "Look at this!" Han Li suddenly extended his hand and gently grasped the void. Instantly, a cluster of emerald light emerged and gradually transformed into a luminous jade pendant. Carved upon its surface were several relatively ancient characters. "This is ancient Dai Jin script," silver moon remarked again, visibly surprised. "Actually, if I hadn't intervened, I doubt this person would have encountered any trouble at all. This item is a jade pendant carried by Feng Yue—a top-tier spiritual artifact. Whenever the mythical bird approaches, it automatically emits waves of spiritual energy, which should provide a self-protective effect. Though concealed beneath his waist, a mere layer of plain robe could hardly block my spiritual sight. Naturally, I can see everything clearly. These Dai Jin characters—do you recognize them?" Han Li spoke calmly. "Yes, indeed." The title "Feng Daoyou," as recorded in classical texts, indeed reflects a preferred form of address among the noble families of the Great Jin dynasty. It seems this friend of ours should actually be known as "Feng Daoyou." Yet, what exactly does "Ning Zhong" refer to? Is it Ningchuan Prefecture among the Three Prefectures of the Great Jin, or Xining Prefecture among the Hundred and Eight States, or perhaps simply a regular city bearing the character "Ning"? Yin Yue pondered this. Since traveling to the Great Jin, Han Li had diligently collected numerous texts on Jin customs and geography, and Yin Yue had likewise read many of them. Thus, when she casually mentioned these points, he found nothing unusual in them. Regardless of which noble family this person belongs to, their very presence on the Tianlan Grassland already signifies an inconvenience. It would naturally be wise to minimize direct interactions. At this moment, what we need to focus on is simply to make our way off the grassland and first find a way to dispel the stagnation of qi affecting our bodies. After uttering these words, Han Li closed his eyes without expression. That does indeed make sense! This person, already at the foundational stage, possesses such an automatic protective artifact—undoubtedly a key figure within the Feng family. Yet now he is hidden within the tribute delegation of a small tribe, clearly facing serious difficulties. Silver Moon smiled lightly and softly agreed. Then she said no more, and the carriage fell into quiet silence. Meanwhile, the several young men outside finally struck through two massive blocks of ice with their hammers, separating the three giant horned eagles into their constituent parts. They then presented the most precious items—the six finest claws and over a dozen long feathers—to Han Li. The rest of the offerings were divided between the two tribes without hesitation. Naturally, since Han Li had been invited as a celestial master by the Canglu tribe, the Canglu tribe took the largest share. Although the Ba surname Han received only a moderate portion, his unexpected success—without any casualties during the attacks by the mythical birds—left him exceptionally pleased. On a tightly sealed carriage within the Red Wolf division, the man in blue robes found the cloak somewhat inconvenient and had already removed it, revealing a fair complexion. Aside from his slightly thin lips, he was indeed handsome and upright. At this moment, his face was expressionless, cold and composed. Suddenly, he reached up with one hand, searching along his neck, and produced a golden chain. At one end of the chain hung a silver-white key, the size of a human finger and several inches long, adorned with intricate, ancient patterns. On the oval handle, a golden character inscribed in the shape of a "Wind" was clearly visible. Gazing at the key, Feng Yue's eyes flashed with a puzzled expression, and his face shifted between excitement and distress, eventually darkening into deep gloom. After taking a long, steady breath, he carefully placed the key back, reattaching it as a pendant around his neck. After ensuring that no outsiders could see the key, he also closed his eyes and began to meditate, restoring the spiritual energy he had just expended. Once the final remains of the macaques and eagles outside were cleared, the entire caravan soon resumed its journey. However, this time, no one dared to speak loudly or freely. Though the battle had been brief, it had left a significant impression on these young and somewhat abrupt travelers. Those with natural spiritual roots were especially stirred, nearly eager to take flight and reach the temple to become renowned immortal masters themselves. The following day passed peacefully, but by midday on the second day, while meditating on the incantation seated within the carriage, Han Li finally sensed the designated "base" that the temple had specified. Although concerned that high-ranking immortal masters might be stationed there, he hesitated to approach it with his spiritual awareness. Yet, he could sense a subtle mixture of spiritual energy fluctuations, indicating the presence of several lower-level cultivators within. Han Li's eyes flickered several times, but his face remained expressionless. After another twenty-plus miles, the people from the two tribes surrounding the carriage erupted into cheers simultaneously. At the slight movement of Han Li's expression, a gentle sweep of his sleeve caused the carriage curtains to roll back automatically, revealing the distant landscape. There, on the open plain, a distinct black shape stood out clearly. With a subtle flash of blue light in his eyes, Han Li clearly discerned the true form of that shape. A stone wall several to three zhang high, constructed from stones and large, original logs, rose before him. Behind the wall, clusters of tall tents—favored by the people of the tribe—intermingled with simpler wooden huts, with numerous ordinary villagers moving in and out, creating a somewhat chaotic scene. Yet among the many tents and huts, a few stone pavilions and towers, entirely built from massive green stones, could be seen scattered throughout, occasionally welcoming one or two individuals dressed in unusual attire—those who had achieved cultivation. This was the so-called "outpost." Han Li pondered in his mind, then turned his gaze to the several massive stone pillars standing at regular intervals outside the walls. These pillars shone brilliantly, each as thick as a person could embrace, towering twenty to thirty zhang high—clearly indicating that the Tianlan Holy Temple had set up a large-scale magical array to encircle the entire city. Not a single cultivator was seen soaring above the ground, suggesting that the array also featured a sky-sealing effect. After surveying the city, Han Li lost interest in further inspection, simply raised his hand and the vehicle curtain was drawn once more. Half an hour later, their caravan arrived at the entrance of the camp. There were no guards stationed here—entry and exit were entirely free and unimpeded. After discussing with the English woman and the Han man, for reasons unknown, the two tribes once again split apart, each group proceeding in different directions. Though Han Li remained within the camp, he could clearly sense everything around him through his divine awareness. Indeed, the settlement appeared exactly as he had seen it from afar—a single word, "chaotic," could sum up everything. Aside from a few man-made main roads, the rest were scattered, untidy fur tents and poorly arranged, modest wooden huts. Clearly, all these except the polished stone buildings were temporary outposts from the various tribes that paid tribute to the Temple. Yet the tribes that had come here to rest were precisely those located farthest from the Temple—smaller ones, not large enough to make much of a difference. The truly large tribes resided right beside the Temple. Thus, aside from a few slightly more elegant large tents, the rest of the tents and huts were ordinary, commonplace structures, many of them bearing patches and wear. It was evident how difficult these smaller tribes were faring. Finally, after some effort, they found a clear patch of open ground in a remote corner of the settlement. The members of the Emei tribe began setting up their own tents. Han Li stepped out of the carriage and coldly observed their actions. Then, after a moment's hesitation, Ying Lu approached. "Master Han, the area here is in great disorder. It may not be suitable for your serene meditation and cultivation practice. That said, there is a dedicated, free accommodation facility for masters where you could stay for two nights. After resting and recuperating, you could then continue your journey. Would that be acceptable?" The elder spoke respectfully. However, living among so many sudden, unexpected cultivators still felt somewhat awkward. If there were any with Yuan Yin stage cultivators among them, unforeseen troubles might arise. It would be better to leave the current camp and find a convenient spot nearby for a couple of days. Then, when the time came, return and blend into the caravan as it continued on its journey. Upon reaching the so-called Tianlan Sacred Temple, the search for him would surely have intensified. At that point, he would make arrangements to depart once again. Though the remaining journey still stretched far beyond the reach of the Dajin realm, with careful planning, there was still hope of quietly entering Dajin territory. With these thoughts in mind, Han Li stepped calmly out of the camp gate. He reached into his sleeve, withdrew a small sword, and with a gesture, the sword transformed into a streak of light, soaring upward. After flying for fifty or sixty li, the light halted above an unremarkable pile of scattered stones. He then scanned the area below and landed before a massive stone, about five or six zhang in height. He settled into a meditative posture and extended his divine awareness. Confident that no one else was within twenty miles, he immediately turned and struck the massive stone behind him with rapid finger taps. A blade of jade-green qi sliced through, carving out a hollow chamber two zhang high—just large enough for one person to enter. Han Li stepped inside and tried sitting in meditation; he was quite satisfied. Then he walked ten zhang further outside the stone and retrieved a set of array flags from his storage bag. After several flashes of light, an invisible spell array was fully established. From the outside, the stone vanished completely, leaving the space utterly empty. Han Li made no ceremony and, with a simple movement, stepped into the array himself, vanishing entirely. The area was now completely deserted. Time passed steadily, and within a matter of moments, a full day and night had elapsed. Han Li remained in a state of deep meditation within the cave, silently contemplating the oral instructions given by the Great Derivation Immortal. The instructions proved far smoother than he had anticipated, and seemed to have already been understood by half. This filled Han Li with quiet satisfaction. Now he is contemplating a crucial issue, but suddenly his eyelids twitch on their own, and his consciousness instantly leaps out of meditation, his eyes opening in surprise.