Since the arrival of the Han Dynasty's delegation, no other cultivators have come in the short span of time. The three of them have thus proceeded independently, maintaining their separate pursuits. It wasn't until nearly fifteen days had passed—when the misty瘴had receded by half—that a remarkable streak of light appeared on the horizon. Two brilliant streaks of light converged, forming a broad, ribbon-like arc that surged straight toward the mountain peak. After circling the three figures once at the height of their heads, the light precisely settled in the center, revealing a man and a woman within. "I'm currently at a critical stage, pushing against my limits—there's simply no time to waste on minor details," the tall man said with a cold smile, speaking without ceremony. "Master Yuan, please rest assured! You've already met with both Han and Bai, so how could you possibly doubt my word? Before that, allow me to introduce you all to one another. This is my sister, Chang Zifang, a senior elder of the Inner Court of Jiuyou Sect. Master Yuan, as the host, hails from the Southern Region's Toxin Saint Sect—this time, you'll certainly find yourself in need of support. Han, you're a wandering cultivator from overseas, renowned for your extraordinary abilities; Bai, you're—well—" The wealthy elder gestured to Han Li and the others, introducing them one by one. Fu heard that not only had your friend eliminated the Yuan-Enlightened junior-level elder Xiao in the capital, but after the underground trade meeting, he had also single-handedly defeated the renowned malevolent Fire Head Monk in one encounter. How could one possibly speak of your friend's cultivation level? said the elder with the Fu surname, with evident depth in his words. Was it your friend, Han, who defeated the Malevolent Fire Head Monk? The Yuan-named Han suddenly grew pale, swiftly turning to stare at Han. White Yao Yi, with a subtle flick of her eyes, also revealed a touch of astonishment. Only the black-robed beauty seemed already aware of this matter, remaining composed and unbothered. Perhaps I have misunderstood. During my stay in the capital, I did defeat one Yuan-Enlightened junior-level cultivator who was ungrateful. However, the so-called Malevolent Fire Head Monk was not the one I fought—he was defeated by another cultivator. Do you think, as a mere scattered cultivator, I possess such extraordinary abilities? Han smiled slightly, speaking with a touch of resignation. Another cultivator? Indeed, I heard that at the time, two cultivators with similar appearances were Could it be that you weren't the one who stepped forward at that time?" The wealthy elder relaxed slightly, yet his voice still carried a hint of doubt. "You truly have high regard for me. If Master Han possessed the strength to instantly defeat a Yuan-Stage mid-level cultivator, why would he have avoided the people from Yin Luo Sect back then? He could have simply left with confidence, and who would dare stand in his way." Han lightly stroked his chin, speaking calmly. "Your point is well taken. Though Xiao Elder's cultivation level isn't particularly high, he is exceptionally cunning and skilled in several evasion techniques. It's no ordinary feat that you managed to defeat him. By the way, do you know the cultivator who defeated the Evil Fire Monks that day? Could it be one of the great masters from overseas who has remained inactive for a long time? Indeed, it's rare—especially in the later stages of cultivation—to see such a renowned figure go unnoticed, and such a phenomenon is only likely to occur in overseas regions." The wealthy elder murmured in admiration, clearly showing his keen interest in the ancient demon of that day. "I do recall hearing that, shortly after the imperial capital auction concluded, near the underground trading hall, a monstrous creature resembling a ghost or demon—having two heads and four arms—appeared and single-handedly devoured several cultivators at the Yuan Ying level. It seems that, had it not been for a senior cultivator stationed at the trading hall who intervened and drove it away, all those cultivators would have perished. Has Brother Han experienced this as well?" The Yuan-named Han suddenly asked. At that moment, Bai Yaoyi also gently opened her lips to speak: "Fu brother, you've been waiting for me here for several years now—shouldn't it be time to share some details with me? If it weren't for a considerable debt of gratitude I owed you back then, I wouldn't have traveled so far to come here." "Of course, that's entirely proper. However, this matter is of great significance. It would be best to first establish some seals before I go into greater detail with all of you." The elder named Fu readily agreed, then extended his fingers toward the surrounding space, launching十余 beams of pale green flame into the air. With a series of soft 'thuds,' the green flames burst into vibrant mist, which swiftly vanished. Han Li scanned the area with his awareness and indeed detected subtle fluctuations of the seal in the nearby space. Though he didn't yet know the nature of the seal, the way the elder had executed it so effortlessly left him impressed, prompting a respectful glance upward toward Fu. Not only Han Li, but Bai and Yuan also used their divine consciousness to scan the seals, and both were equally impressed by the elder's serious demeanor, sparking a subtle interest within them. "This matter, in fact, I have been planning since thirty years ago. It has only now reached the right moment for implementation. That is why I have invited several of my fellow Daoist friends to jointly pursue it. Have any of you heard of a rare ancient medicine known as the 'Pengying Pill'?" The elderly man with the surname Fu exhaled deeply and then spoke solemnly. "The Pengying Pill?" Both Bai Yaoyi and the Han both looked utterly puzzled, with no recollection of this medicine at all. Yet Han Li's expression changed slightly—he appeared to be thinking deeply, as though recalling something. "Indeed, Han friend knows of this medicine?" the Han asked, unable to help but remarking upon Han Li's demeanor. "Yes, I do know a bit about it, though not extensively. The Pengying Pill appears to be a foundational medicinal herb of an ancient sect from the time of the wild, untamed era." It is said that taking this pill brings tremendous benefits to Yuan-Ying cultivators, making it much easier for them to overcome their cultivation bottlenecks—thus, for Yuan-Ying cultivators, it is truly a divine pill of immortality. However, this sect had already lost its lineage by the late age of the wild wilderness, and the original recipe for the pill had long since been forgotten. In today’s cultivation world, few people even know of this precious pill. After pausing to think, Han Li slowly explained. Had he not himself been a master of pill-making and studied numerous ancient texts related to the subject, he would have never known of this pill. When Da Han and Bai Yao Yi heard Han Li’s words, both were filled with surprise, with Da Han especially eager to immediately ask the elder: “Now that you’ve mentioned this, does it mean you’ve found the pill’s whereabouts?” After reaching the Yuan-Ying stage, any method or pill that aids in overcoming a breakthrough bottleneck—no matter how ancient—has always been considered indispensable, even life-saving, to Yuan-Ying cultivators. Yet these items were scarce—once possessed, none spoke of them, not even close relatives, and they rarely revealed their secrets. Over the years, most of them had been lost, and the remainder, due to the significant changes in the cultivation environment, could no longer be applied. In today's cultivation world, aside from a few legendary items said to be miraculous, Yuan-Ying cultivators could only rely on pills that enhanced their修为 when breaking through their developmental bottlenecks. Thus, when the Han official heard of the effects of the Pei-Ying Pill, he was deeply moved. "Heh, I didn't expect Brother Han to know of this pill—this truly surprises me. Indeed, it is directly related to this pill. In fact, I obtained the recipe for the Pei-Ying Pill over two hundred years ago." The elder with the Fu surname said with a look of pride. "Does Brother Fu truly possess the recipe for the Pei-Ying Pill?" The Han official clasped his hands, a warm flush rising on his dark cheeks, his eyes filled with eager delight. Upon hearing this, Bai Yao Yi and Han Li exchanged glances, both unable to conceal their own joy. "Indeed, I possess the recipe, and I myself am well-versed in alchemical techniques. As long as the materials are available, producing the Peiying Dan is entirely feasible." The elder named Fu nodded without hesitation. "Then, from the way Fu brother speaks, it seems the materials are difficult to gather. Is that why we're waiting for this matter?" Han Li raised an eyebrow, his tone serious and inquiring. "Han brother truly is exceptionally perceptive. Had it not been for the absence of one key primary ingredient, I would have successfully produced the Peiying Dan many years ago. This time, precisely for this ingredient, I've sought the assistance of my fellow Daoist friends." "Given that Fu brother, as a senior disciple of the Jiuyou Sect, has been unable to obtain this alchemical material for so many years, it appears this substance is indeed hard to find." Bai Yao Yi furrowed her brows and remarked. "It's not merely difficult to find. I originally believed this substance had completely vanished from the Human World long ago, and I had even considered the Peiying Dan recipe as entirely useless. Yet, surprisingly, there are still traces of this very substance." "That's when I finally regained the resolve to refine this pill." The elder chuckled. "Alright, Fu brother, no more circumlocutions. What materials are required? Please, go ahead and tell me." Yuan, the tall Han, impatience mounting, pressed on. "The flesh and blood of the Yin Zhishi horse!" the elder replied with composure. "The Yin Zhishi horse? Do we even have such a rare creature in the human realm? Where did you find it, friend?" Han Li was taken aback, his eyes narrowing in inquiry. Both Bai Yao Yi and the Han man looked equally puzzled. "Heh, to be honest, I once thought this rare creature had vanished from this realm entirely. Yet, three decades ago, by chance, I stumbled upon traces of the Yin Zhishi horse—specifically, in some part of this southern frontier region." The elder smiled, his expression now deep and enigmatic.