The vial flipped over, revealing a bright red pill, round and resembling a walnut. Upon seeing this, Han Li's face softened with a touch of regret. This type of pill—originally crafted from premium immortal essence to enhance spiritual energy in Dan-stage cultivators—seemed somewhat wasted here. If the spiritual power hadn't been sealed and if the silver moon hadn't sustained injuries, and if the Soul-Searching Secret Technique had been directly employed, such elaborate steps would have been unnecessary. With a single, practiced squeeze of his hand on the blue-robed man's chin, he smoothly twisted his wrist, dislocating the jaw and causing the man's mouth to open wide in surprise. Then, with the other hand, he flicked the pill, encasing it in a swirl of green mist and sending it into the man's mouth. Han Li released his hands and, with one hand, stroked his waist, bringing forth a slender, gleaming silver needle into his fingers. The needle flashed with cold light, unfurling into several silver threads that swiftly and precisely pierced the blue-robed man's body. Within an instant, dark, toxic blood erupted from the puncture points, shooting up nearly a foot, and a foul, nauseating odor Han Li stood up, arms folded behind his back, quietly waiting for the other to awaken. After more than a cup of tea's worth of time, a large pool of toxic blood that had been seeping from Feng Yue's body finally gave way, and he emitted a low moan, clearly on the verge of waking. Han Li's eyes flashed; then, with both hands raised, he swiftly flicked his ten fingers, sending a burst of strong wind that instantly halted the flowing blood. As his shoulders trembled, the second immortal embryo immediately transformed into a cloud of mist and shot diagonally into the forest beside him, vanishing without a trace. "It's you," the blue-robed figure finally opened his eyes, recognizing Han Li clearly and gasping in surprise, struggling to sit upright. "I didn't expect to see you," Han Li glanced at Feng Yue and said calmly. "You saved me, right? Where is Feng Zhen—the old rogue?" Though his voice was weak, the young man still carried a tone of alertness. "You mean the one in the purple robe? He's lying there over by the ground." Han Li glanced aside casually, speaking without much thought. Feng Yue turned his eyes slightly, strained his neck, and finally caught sight of the purple-robed elder's lifeless, formless remains. His face first showed surprise, then gradually settled into deep resentment. Then his gaze shifted back to Han Li, his expression now filled with utter bewilderment. "Could it be that this old rogue was also slain by Brother Han? Indeed, Brother Han's prowess seems truly incalculable. I shall never forget this life-saving grace; I will surely repay you generously in the future." Feng Yue asked cautiously, at the same time reaching to his waist to pull out a pill, which he swallowed, while the other hand pressed against the ground, trying to rise. Yet just as he had risen halfway, his legs gave way and he collapsed once more to the ground. "What's happening? I have absolutely no strength at all," he gasped, his face suddenly pale with growing alarm. "You speak of repaying me generously? It seems my current situation remains entirely unknown to you." Han Li showed no intention of offering help, merely maintaining his composure and speaking. "What does this mean? What exactly is my current situation? Have you placed a seal on me?" The young man stared at Han Li, his face filled with astonishment and anger. "You're far too confident in yourself to think I'd need any special seal to restrain you. I simply need to hold you still—what more could I possibly do? Look at yourself right now." Han Li sneered, then raised his hand and tossed a small, ordinary bronze mirror to the side of Feng Ye. It was a plain bronze mirror. Upon hearing this, Feng Ye's face was filled with bewilderment. Han Li, however, remained utterly impassive. With a determined breath, Feng Ye picked up the mirror and gazed into it. "What in the world is going on? My face—this is poison! How deep has it penetrated me? Did that old man use something toxic?" Feng Ye was utterly stunned, his voice trembling as he cried out in a hoarse, breathless tone. Then he hurriedly tipped his satchel of supplies onto the ground, and a flash of white light revealed a heap of bottles and containers scattered on the floor. He quickly grabbed several bottles, ignoring everything, and stuffed pills into his mouth without hesitation. Han Li watched silently from the side, letting the other take the pills as he wished, saying nothing. After finishing the pills, Feng Yue no longer bothered to discuss the shooting technique with Han Li and immediately closed his eyes, focusing on meditation to channel the medicinal power and push the poison out. Yet just a short while later, he opened his eyes again, his expression of alarm deepening even further. "This is impossible! So many potent detoxifying elixirs have failed to make any difference. What kind of extraordinary poison have I contracted?" He finally realized the severity of the poison, now filled with growing anxiety. "Although I've never encountered this before, it must be the bitter poison—one of the Ten Absolute Poisons," Han Li finally spoke calmly. "The bitter poison? They've used this very poison to target me. The old rogue has truly aligned himself with the Kong family." "It's said that the Kong family has exactly this poison," Feng Yue's face instantly turned pale, and he could not help but scream out loud. "Kong family," Han Li's brow slightly furrowed, but quickly regained composure. "It doesn't make sense. One should have died immediately upon being struck by the poison. How could I still be alive?" The young man suddenly realized this, and unexpectedly found strength to spring up and rise, turning to question Han Li directly. "Hmph. Stop being so ungrateful. If it weren't for a few things I wanted to ask you, I'd have wasted a 'Haoyuan Pill' on you. Your life has been preserved only because of that thing on your neck—your temporary resistance to the poison's effects. Without it, even with the most divine elixirs, you would have perished from the poison's assault." Han Li's expression darkened, speaking with firmness. "Have you touched that?" Upon hearing Han Li mention the silver key, the young man realized that the item he had always treated as his life's treasure had been revealed on his chest—now, he was startled and momentarily calmed. "I'm also curious—how a Foundation-stage cultivator could survive a bitter toxin without immediately dying. Naturally, I'd like to investigate the reasons. However, the Tianhao Yuan Dan only temporarily suppresses the toxin; after one day, the toxin will inevitably attack the heart again. You will surely perish." Han Li said with a matter-of-fact tone. "Even though Feng Yue had anticipated the preciousness of this pill, he still found himself momentarily speechless upon hearing this." Han Li suddenly broke into a smile. "As for how to save your life, there's actually no shortage of options," he said. "What kind of conditions would you need? As long as it means saving my life, I'll agree to anything you propose," the young man said, his spirits lifted and eager. "Heh! I don't expect any repayment from you—just answer a few questions honestly during this conversation, and that's all." Han Li chuckled lightly, speaking with a calm, indifferent tone. "Certainly. As long as I know the answer, I'll never withhold a single detail," the young man replied without hesitation. Han Li smiled faintly, remaining neutral as he outlined the plan. "The method is quite simple. Since the body has been ravaged by the poison, it's now beyond repair—why not simply transfer into a new one? Many cultivators who once suffered from the Ten Extremes of Poison have managed to survive through the method of body takeover." Han Li spoke calmly and matter-of-factly. "Body takeover?" The young man stared, surprised, and broke into a deep, unexpected smile. "How is it, do you think this method won't work?" Han Li arched his eyebrows, asked calmly and without expression. "Thank you, Brother Han, for your thoughtfulness. But while this method works well for others, Master Feng finds it impossible to apply it himself." Feng Yue hesitated, then spoke hesitantly. "It won't work! Do you mean to say you've already—?" Han Li thought of something, and felt somewhat surprised. "Not to be too blunt, I've already undergone a body transfer once. My current body is not my original one." Feng Yue smiled sadly. "Then, I have no further options. After all, the Ten-Extremity Poison has never been cured." Han Li sighed, and with a steady hand, spread his palms out, meeting the young man's hopeful gaze. "Is there truly no other way? Brother Han, you are so well-informed. Could you please think of one more?" Upon hearing Han Li's words, Feng Yue looked utterly alarmed, and pleaded earnestly. "No need to think further." "These Ten Absolute Poisons have been renowned throughout the immortal cultivation realm for a long time—should there truly be a way to cure them, then they wouldn't be called the Ten Absolute Poisons anymore." Han Li shook his head and said. "Then it means I have only one day left to live." The young man stood motionless, his face pale. "Exactly. Even if you continue taking the Haoyuan Pills to delay your passing for a little longer, once the pills are exhausted, your death will come swiftly." Han Li gazed steadily at the young man, speaking without any expression. "Master Han, how many Haoyuan Pills do you have? Would you be willing to sell me all of them?" As if grasping the last lifeline, Feng Yue regained his composure and fixed his eyes firmly on Han Li. "Indeed, Master Feng truly wishes to purchase your immortal pills. The pills are certainly not beyond sale. However, the quantity will certainly be limited. Moreover, you will need to answer a few questions I have first. After all, we can discuss this matter at a later time!" Han Li furrowed his brows slightly, then resumed his composed demeanor. "Please go ahead and ask me anything you'd like." "At this point, what else could I possibly not answer?" Feng Yue said, his voice weary. "Very well. Then let's begin with your identity. You're not from the Tu Hu family, are you? A cultivator from the Daji noble house, correct?" Han Li asked without ceremony. "Since you've already guessed, what's the point of asking again?" Feng Yue raised his head, glanced at the jade pendant lying beside him and the silver-white key at his chest, then bit his lip. It seems he believed Han Li had just noticed these two items and had only now arrived at this conclusion. Han Li's lips twitched slightly, then settled into stillness. "宁中冯—do you mean the Ning Zhong from the Ning family? Is the Feng family particularly powerful?"