"Master! What's happened?" As the spirit of the artifact deeply aligned with Han Li's consciousness, Yin Yue naturally sensed his unusual state immediately. "Someone has approached this area. One is at the Jie Dan stage, and another at the Zhu Ji stage. However, they have now halted ten li away. The Zhu Ji-level cultivator's aura feels familiar—seems to be Feng Yue. That's rather unusual." Han Li stroked his chin, pondering. "Should I go out as the spirit of the artifact to investigate?" Yin Yue paused silently before speaking. "No, you're still recovering. I can only draw upon my Zhu Ji-level cultivation. It would be better not to disturb them further. They should soon depart. I'll monitor their movements with my awareness here." Han Li's consciousness seemed to sense something, and he shook his head. With Han Li's decision, Yin Yue naturally agreed, simply nodding. Thus, Han Li closed his eyes and remained still, seated as before. But after just a meal's time, Han Li suddenly murmured a light "Ah!" and his face instantly turned surprised. This time, Yin Yue, showing good judgment, didn't ask any further questions, yet Han Li immediately furrowed his brows, his complexion shifting between dark and light continuously. "Master Daxian, if I'm not mistaken, you once mentioned that the煞气on my body can only be eliminated by a few special techniques, with Buddhist sect techniques accounting for the majority. Is that still accurate?" "Indeed. Besides Buddhist techniques, several rare techniques from the Confucian and Daoist sects should also be able to dispel the煞气, though not as effectively as Buddhist techniques." Master Daxian replied lazily. "Then, isn't a prominent characteristic of Buddhist techniques that the cultivation of spiritual power inherently contains Buddhist energy, with most techniques manifesting as seven-colored luminous glows?" Han Li still remained uncertain, asking the question. "That's correct! What's wrong now? Have you noticed something?" Master Daxian seemed puzzled, his tone growing more curious. "Then this person might still be useful. Perhaps this is an opportunity." Han Li murmured to himself, lowering his head. The Da Yan Divine Sovereign, asked repeatedly without clear answers and seeing Han Li give no response, naturally grew impatient. Just as he was about to probe further, Han Li suddenly made up his mind, stamped his foot firmly, and instantly transformed into a streak of emerald light, shooting out from the massive stone and rushing toward a specific direction, breaking through the air. However, one of the blue-robed figures lay motionless on the ground, his back stained with dark blood, his fate unknown. Yet a luminous aura of seven colors shimmered around him, forming a radiant shield that enveloped his entire body. Nearby, an elder in purple robes with keen eyes, wielding a fiery flying sword, cast it into a cascade of sword-shadows, striking at the shield. Though the seven-colored aura was remarkable, it began to tremble and flash erratically due to the absence of a master to sustain it. Han Li's sudden appearance, unannounced, naturally startled the elder. At first, the elder was taken aback, but upon raising his gaze and scanning the scene with his awareness, he found Han Li's cultivation level to be merely foundational—this eased his concerns. In fact, a sudden resolve to kill Han Li and eliminate him formed within his mind. With a swift motion, he sent forth a streak of black light that vanished almost instantly—revealing a triangular spike encased in black mist, moving with extraordinary speed. Han Li coldly exhaled, then without a word, touched his forehead. A dark green cloud shot forth from his crown, instantly transforming into a large green hand several feet long, which reached out and grasped the black glow. The elder with eagle eyes stared at this scene, still puzzled as to what kind of technique it was, when suddenly a deep "thud" echoed—the three-pronged spike, like a straw, was snatched up by the hand and instantly severed all connection with the elder's mind. The hand then continued straight downward, rushing toward the lower level. This time, the elder with eagle eyes was utterly stunned, his spirit soaring to the heavens. He hastily formed hand seals, trying to summon the red flying sword back to protect himself. Yet, as the dark green hand flashed and vanished mid-flight, it reappeared suddenly at a distance of one zhang above the elder, then transformed into a massive fist, crashing down with force. "Ah!" The purple-robed elder barely managed to cry out in pain, his body instantly crushed into pulp. Then, the dark green fist transformed back into a large hand, which reached out and gently grasped the empty space above the elder's remains. Immediately, a glowing jade-green orb the size of a hen's egg shot itself forward and entered the five fingers. The large hand then flew back toward Han Li, spiraling once before transforming into a dark green infant resting gently on his shoulder. The infant now held the black, triangular spike in one hand and the jade-green orb in the other, its face beaming with a cheerful smile. Han Li's brow slightly lifted. When faced with sudden, overwhelming attacks, no matter how dire the situation, he had never once summoned his second immortal embryo—reserving it as a last-minute escape tactic. Yet now, with only a slight application of his profound transformation techniques, he had effortlessly defeated a Jiandan cultivator. It seemed his second embryo's power surpassed his expectations. Ordinary Jiandan cultivators simply could not withstand it. With these thoughts running through his mind, Han Li silently drifted downward, moving toward the seven-colored light shield. At that moment, the crimson flying sword, having its physical body extinguished and even its refined spirit-consumed immortal soul imprisoned by seals, naturally lost control and fell to the side, glowing with a faint spiritual light, motionless. Han Li paid no attention to it and proceeded steadily toward the seven-colored light shield, carefully observing it. By now, it was clearly evident that the entire shield originated from a pale blue jade pendant floating within the shield itself. This jade pendant hung several feet above the blue-robed monk, radiating seven hues of spiritual light, with occasional strange Buddhist characters flashing and appearing within the light—exactly the jade pendant Han Li had previously shown to Yin Yue, inscribed with the characters "Ning Zhong Feng." After gazing at the jade pendant for a while, Han Li slowly spoke, asking, "How do you think, elder? Is this a sacred artifact crafted by the Buddhist sect?" "In terms of materials and craftsmanship, it certainly isn't a particularly precious Buddhist treasure. However, it clearly bears the seals and blessings of high-ranking Buddhist monks from the sect." Otherwise, with merely a top-tier divine artifact, it would not be so spiritually attuned nor able to withstand attacks from a Jie Dan stage divine artifact for such a prolonged period. It seems the Feng family must have some connection with the Buddhist Sect. The Daxian Divine Sovereign now fully grasped the meaning of Han Li's earlier words, and after a cold, slightly dismissive hum, said it calmly. Hearing the Daxian Divine Sovereign express such confidence, Han Li felt a surge of relief—finally, his efforts had not been in vain. With that thought, he stepped forward without hesitation, raised one hand, and gently placed his palm against the outer barrier. A thin layer of blue flame appeared on the surface of his palm. At his current level of cultivation, he could no longer summon much of the Qianlan Ice Flame—the flames were now at the very limit of what he could control. Yet even so, the seven-colored light shield could not withstand the extreme cold of the flames, and upon a sharp "pop," it collapsed like a bubble and vanished entirely. Han Li then moved closer to the blue-robed figure, examined the black blood stains on the figure's back, and frowned slightly. At that moment, he finally sensed that the person's vital energy was not only disordered and extremely weak, but also subtly radiating a faint aura of death—clearly indicating that his life was rapidly fading. Without speaking, Han Li raised his hand and cast a spell upon him. Then, he opened his mouth and expelled a cluster of pale, misty essence that spread out into a shimmering sheet of jade-like light, enveloping the blue-robed figure. Next, he gently brushed his sleeve, and a strong breeze swept over, flipping the person lying on the ground. Han Li glanced at him and immediately drew in a sharp breath. Indeed, it was Feng Yue—yet now his face had turned completely black, and his lips, darkened to a deep purple, looked terrifyingly grim. Han Li's own expression grew somewhat troubled. Yet after a brief thought, he instantly projected his consciousness to fully enclose the man's body, his eyes flashing with blue light as he activated his Qing Ming Spiritual Sight. Given the extraordinary toxicity that had already enveloped him, he should have perished instantly—yet he still maintained a steady breath. This did indeed seem strange. Han Li naturally wouldn't let it pass without a thorough investigation. After a moment, he found something and, with one hand, lifted and pulled firmly at the other man's collar. "Ssshh!" A small portion of the other man's garments tore open, revealing a silver-white key chained to his chest. At this moment, the key shimmered with a milky glow, continuously dispersing the toxic vapors gathering at the blue-robed man's chest. The rest of the man's body, meanwhile, had also turned black. Han Li's eyes flashed as he seized one of the blue-robed man's arms. A surge of green light then radiated from Han Li's palm, swiftly flowing along the arm and rapidly spreading over the blue-robed man's body, aiming to gradually push away the dark mist. However, just after a short while, the green light that had reached the blue-robed man's arm suddenly turned black and began to rapidly spread back toward Han Li's palm. "Bitter toxicity," Han Li gasped, suddenly swinging his hand and instantly severing the spiritual connection between the opponent and his arm. His face turned pale. "Huh! It's indeed the Bitter Toxicity from the Ten Absolute Poisons. Han, you've wasted your efforts. This person is simply beyond saving." The Great Derivation Sovereign chuckled, a clear sense of satisfaction and relief in his tone. Han Li frowned, rolling his eyes, and coldly remarked, "Hmph! Perhaps I can't fully eliminate the poison. But to keep him conscious, even to prolong his life for ten to fifteen days—this is far from impossible. The cost of the medicinal herbs required, however, will surely be substantial. I wonder if it's worth such an investment." With these words, Han Li slowly rose, his expression thoughtful. "Master, perhaps we can first make him conscious, gather some information, and then decide whether to proceed." Yin Yue offered a light smile and suggested. "That's a good point! Until we fully understand his connection with the Great Jin Buddhist Sect, we won't feel entirely at ease." Han Li sighed and said so. Then, he lightly tapped his storage pouch, and a small white bottle appeared in his hand.