He got the impression that either he had made a lapse in his awareness just now, or that the person in question was a cultivator whose awareness far surpassed his own—likely the foreigner. Regardless of which scenario unfolded, either outcome would not be particularly favorable. The first scenario, while not disastrous, would merely cost him some face and slight damage to his reputation before two younger disciples. But the second scenario would truly be troublesome. Though he appeared confident and composed before the middle-aged man and the court-dressed woman, handling the severely wounded foreigner with ease, in reality, as one of the cultivators who had participated in the interception battle, he deeply felt intimidated by the foreigner’s abilities and their fierce, one-on-one resilience. He had vivid memories of the fallen cultivators, whose entire bodies had been transformed into purple ice, their immortal embryos frozen in place—what a tragic end. Even if the foreigner were only slightly injured, it would be a simple matter for him to pull the foreigner down with him and share the same fate. Besides, there were no other cultivators at the level of immortal embryo nearby. It was better not to risk confirming this uncertain, life-threatening speculation. After all, the Great Immortal Master and the Saintly Nunnery would soon personally intervene against him. After carefully weighing the stakes, the bald elder sighed lightly and decided against pursuing the vehicle to intercept the person. If he were two centuries younger, he might have truly dared to take the risk. But now, with his days growing scarce, he cherished his life more than ever. Watching the convoy gradually recede, the elder stood motionless in place. This quiet stance caused the two figures behind him to exchange a brief, surprised glance, yet neither had the courage to ask further questions. ...When Han Li had driven the vehicle several miles beyond the camp, he still did not see the divine consciousness owner making any pursuit. He too breathed a sigh of relief. The divine awareness had been gathered remarkably swiftly. Though he reacted promptly, he still found it somewhat unfamiliar to experience a sudden drop in his cultivation level. It seemed the awareness had converged a little too late, and he remained uncertain whether he had truly deceived the other party. And that kind of subtle, elusive consciousness clearly indicated he had mastered a special secret technique. With a slightly steadier heart, he still remained cautious within the carriage, continuing to draw in and regulate his breath. After walking for half a day, Han Li's expression relaxed, and he began slowly extending his awareness outward, automatically encompassing any anomalies within a twenty-mile radius. With a simple hand movement, he drew out the storage sack of the elderly eagle-eyed elder from his sleeve, inverted the opening downward, and as the white light flashed, a variety of miscellaneous items spilled out. Scanning the pile with his eyes, Han Li picked up a small bottle, opened the lid, and inhaled deeply. After a brief thought, he shook his head and set it aside. He then took up another bottle, performing the same action, as though searching for something specific. Finally, when an unremarkable green jade bottle was opened, before Han Li had even identified its contents, a ribbon of purple mist drifted out from within. Han Li's face darkened. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and expelled a cluster of glowing cyan light, instantly enveloping the thread of purple energy within it. But suddenly, the cyan light began to darken and spread inward. Han Li's face paled in alarm. Seizing the moment when the light had not yet been fully contaminated, he blew a sharp breath, and the light surged forward, rapidly entering the small bottle. He swiftly covered the bottle's mouth with the lid. Only then did he exhale deeply. It wasn't in vain—though the residual bitterness had been somewhat diminished, it was still a significant gain. The Ten Supreme Poisons were generally rare and hard to come by. The fact that the Kong family possessed such a poison truly set them apart. After carefully placing the bottle into his storage satchel, Han Li's mind stirred. He extended a strand of his divine awareness into the carriage of the Fire Wolf Division. Inside, Feng Yue was seated cross-legged, eyes closed, gently cradling a round orb the size of a clenched fist. Great clumps of black vapor were being poured into the orb, gradually darkening and brightening it. A pile of medicine bottles stood before it, most with their caps already removed, and various pills scattered haphazardly beside them. Seeing this scene, Han Li shook his head and withdrew his divine awareness. He immediately realized that although the orb was an unusual treasure capable of absorbing certain toxic vapors, it had now reached its capacity. Moreover, the toxins it absorbed would likely re-emerge shortly afterward and prove ineffective against the deep-seated, lingering poison that had penetrated his body. Feng Yue's hope of eliminating the poison through these ten or so days of delay was nothing short of delusional. Han Li thought this over, then calmly closed his eyes and entered a state of meditative stillness. Only Han Li and Feng Yue, along with another escort cultivator who was rather out of place, remained inside the carriage without intervening. Feng Yue was acceptable enough. The other cultivator, who also preferred to stay indoors, piqued Han Li's interest. After a brief examination of his awareness, however, no abnormalities were detected—just a young man in his early to mid-twenties, consistently practicing cultivation, nothing more than a slightly more diligent Foundation Stage cultivator. After several such checks, Han Li lost interest. The only direct descendant of the Feng family had only a couple of days, perhaps even just two or three days, left before his life faded. As for Han Li himself, he had already fully comprehended the mantra bestowed upon him by the Da Yan Shen Jun two days prior, which gave him a sense of calm and confidence. Now, even if his identity were revealed and attacked suddenly by a Yuan婴 cultivator, he would no longer be overly afraid. That afternoon, near dusk, the caravan of several hundred people halted beside a broad river, stretching hundreds of paces wide. They began to refill their water supplies and prepare meals, settling down for rest. As Han Li listened to the sound of the river flowing nearby, he felt a sudden impulse and stepped out of the carriage. "Master, what would you like me to do?" The graceful young woman named Ying Shan, who was eating a piece of preserved meat, quickly flushed crimson, set her food aside, and respectfully bowed to Han Li as he emerged. It had been a long journey together, and this was the first time Han Li had stepped out of the carriage on his own—how could she not be startled? "There's no need. I've been meditating in the carriage for quite some time now, and this is merely a brief outing." Han Li glanced at the girl's fresh, youthful face, then at the stiff, plain food, and spoke gently. "Then... Master Han, shall I fetch you some fresh water?" The girl still seemed a bit hesitant. "That would be good. Though I've already gone several days without eating, a few sips of clear water would be most welcome." Han Li looked toward the distant river and nodded. Upon hearing this, the girl's unease eased considerably, and she quickly agreed with a cheerful tone, hurrying off to fetch a water skin toward the riverbank. There, the people from various tribes had already lit fires and were roasting meat from cattle and sheep. Han Li watched the slender outline of the girl's figure as she moved, and something stirred within him, a quiet smile forming at the corner of his lips. A short while later, the young woman returned to near Han Li's car, one hand holding a water skin and the other a piece of roasted meat, slightly out of breath, and with a touch of bashfulness, offered both items. "Master, the roasted meat is quite delicious. Would you like to try a bit?" she said warmly. "Very well! It's been quite some time since I last enjoyed such things. I'm sure it will be a pleasant experience." Han Li smiled gently, accepted the roasted meat without hesitation, and took a bite. The flavor was indeed excellent. Seeing this, a pleasant smile appeared on the young woman's face. "You're preparing for the Awakening Ceremony, aren't you? You've been staying by my car these days, which has certainly been a bother. Extend your hand, and I'll check on your spiritual root." After taking a bite, Han Li paused, set the roasted meat aside casually, and spoke calmly to the young woman. "Thank you, Master." Upon hearing Han Li's words, Ying Shan first stared in surprise, then immediately became visibly excited, extending her jade-arm. Han Li grasped the young woman's wrist firmly, allowing her inner qi to circulate briefly within her body before pausing to think. In truth, if it weren't for his cultivation level having dropped to the Foundation Stage, he would have had no need to touch her at all—he could have clearly perceived her condition through his secret techniques. "Master Han, how is my aptitude? Do I have a chance to become a Master of the Immortal Arts?" the young woman asked, her face filled with hopeful anticipation. "It's quite good. You certainly have a solid chance of becoming an Immortal Master. Moreover, your meeting with me is itself a fortunate circumstance. Take this pill and consume it before your Awakening Ceremony." Han Li released his grip, then flipped his other palm, revealing a small, milky-white vial in his hand, which he offered to her. "This is...?" the young woman took the vial, looking somewhat puzzled. "Though not a particularly renowned pill, it can certainly improve several of your natural qualities. Perhaps it will help you make further progress on your journey to becoming an immortal." Han Li said indifferently. As for pills capable of reviving and refining the essence of lower-tier cultivators, he had long since deemed them insignificant. "Thank you so much, Master!" The young woman was delighted, and promptly bowed again with genuine enthusiasm. "Rise now. As for how far you can go, that will depend entirely on yourself. By the way, this river here is so broad—does it perhaps branch off from the Tianshui River that flows across the southern region?" Han Li waved his hand, turned his gaze away from the young woman, and suddenly inquired about the origin of the river before him. "Master is quite right. This indeed is a tributary of the Tianshui River. After traveling about a hundred and twenty li further, one will reach the main stem of the Tianshui River—the true Tianshui River," the young woman said happily, carefully placing the bottle back. Upon hearing this, Han Li said nothing, yet images of all available information about the Tianshui River swiftly formed in his mind. If he wasn't mistaken, this river was extraordinarily long—the longest in the Tianlan Grasslands—and its one end matched exactly with the Shun River within the Great Jin realm. Moreover, the two rivers were precisely upstream and downstream of each other. A thought formed in his mind, and he found himself pausing, thinking deeply. Its terrifying and fierce appearance sent the ordinary humans in the convoy gasping with fear and trembling. The several immortal master cultivators who had remained inside the vehicles also stepped out, all of them gazing at it with serious expressions.