Han Li raised his head, gazing at the Jing Hong until it finally vanished into the sky, then lowered it. After a brief thought, he tapped his storage bag, and十几 beams of light of various colors shot out, disappearing into the surrounding crystal walls. A faint, pale blue mist gradually emerged, gently enveloping the area. A resonant hum then intensified, and a golden cloud of insects surged from Han Li’s body, transforming into scattered golden points and dissolving into the mist. With this, as long as the surrounding beasts weren’t exceptionally powerful, he could ensure that his refinement of the Xuan Bing Dan would proceed unhindered. With peace restored, Han Li then raised his hand, releasing a large cauldron the size of a fist, glowing with silver light and gently settling before him. One after another, wooden boxes and small bottles flew out from his storage bag, spreading across the ground. Only then did Han Li turn his gaze to the crystal walls. With a sweep of his robe, three golden flashes shot out, circling the three small flowers on the pyramidal ice before spiraling down—immediately causing the ancient ice, together with the flowers, to fall. Having prepared in advance, Han Li pointed his palm to the ground, and three jade boxes, each about a foot in size, vanished instantly from their original position, only to reappear mysteriously beneath the crystal wall. The three white flowers, untouched, settled gently into the boxes. Han Li's face brightened with satisfaction. Then, with both hands forming seals, he cast a series of spells toward the surrounding blue mist. The mist surged and rolled outward, gradually filling the entire base of the ice crack until it was completely submerged—rendering the interior completely invisible. Above the crack, the wind howled continuously, while everything else remained utterly still. Thus, time passed slowly, and within just three days, the scene had changed. At this moment, the blue mist at the base of the crack remained thick and dense, showing no sign of thinning—seeming as though it would last forever. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared on the distant horizon, and three streaks of swift flight surged forward, one after another, racing swiftly toward the scene. They arrived near the ice fissure in just a short while. The leading streak, silvery in hue, flew hurriedly, its luminous glow somewhat dimmed—clearly indicating that the traveler was severely wounded. Behind it, two vibrant streaks—one red, one green—shone brightly and advanced with strong momentum. Clearly, the three were engaged in a pursuit: one fleeing, one chasing. But at that moment, the red and green streaks of light from behind had also closed in within less than a hundred paces, and a man's voice emerged from the green light: "How is it? Knowing you've been struck by a rare poison, you've finally decided to stop running. If you simply surrender and stay put, I'm not unwilling to let you live for a while." The voice was cold, stiff, and full of satisfaction. As the two were just about to carefully probe the ice fissure with their divine awareness, a sudden surge of white vapor rolled through the surroundings, and twelve snow-white centipedes materialized instantly—each bearing twin wings and appearing fearsome. "Six-winged frost centipedes!" The woman in red light, her form trembling slightly, emitted a breath of profound astonishment, her voice even trembling slightly. "What? These are indeed six-winged frost centipedes!" The man in green light also gasped in surprise. "Excellent! As long as I absorb these spiritual insects, the convergence of yin and yang will surely elevate my cultivation significantly," the woman exclaimed, her laughter somewhat strained. With a burst of fiery light, she launched out十几 fire serpents—each several cun long, with twin wings on their backs, spewing flames and charging fiercely toward the centipedes. For a moment, the clash of flames and cold air created a sharp, piercing roar, even more intense as the explosions erupted. Then, the red light faded, and the woman clearly emerged. Slender in build, with emerald eyes, it possessed a certain grace, yet several crimson scales adorned its cheeks. Wearing a flowing red robe, a delicate serpentine core quivered constantly at its mouth. It was a seven-tiered mythical serpent, unknown in name, its emerald eyes fixed intently upon the six-winged frost centipedes, filled with eager hunger. This time, the man was genuinely startled. Without further thought, he spun around swiftly, and as his body's green glow detached, it transformed into a wall of fiery light several zhang high, which then surged toward Jinyun. Instantly, wherever the toxic green flame passed, the humming sound ceased, followed by sharp crackling noises. Countless golden blossoms, bearing green flames, plummeted straight down. The remaining Jinyun fragments scattered instantly, revealing individual golden beetle-like creatures, each now wobbling and struggling desperately in the green flames. Only then did the man feel a sense of relief. Yet, suddenly remembering something, he carefully examined the scattered beetles and immediately gasped in fear. "Golden-devouring beetles! Golden-devouring beetles! How could there be so many of them in the world!" Without the green glow shielding him, the man now appeared strangely out of place. His hair was loose and wild, his eyes like small grains of yellow rice, and his mouth stretched nearly to the sides of his face, lined with numerous fine, sharp teeth. It was impossible to tell which mythical beast it had transformed into. As the gasp escaped, the descending gold-devouring insects once again emitted a humming sound, taking flight, while the green flames enveloping them visibly shrank, being gradually swallowed whole by the insects' mouths. The man's expression grew increasingly grim. At that moment, a flash of red light appeared above the insects, and the woman who had taken the form of a serpent materialized from the void. With a single breath, she expelled a misty, jade-green substance that expanded into a large wooden bowl, which descended directly to cover the insects below. The bowl rapidly swelled several times in size, and from within, fine streams of jade-like light emerged, forming a vast luminous shield that instantly encased all the insects beneath. The golden insects, after shedding the green flames, fiercely collided against this shield, yet proved utterly ineffective, becoming temporarily trapped and immobilized. At this point, the serpent woman turned her head and coldly addressed the man: "What to fear? Did you really think these were the mature forms from ancient times?" "As long as they haven't truly matured, there are always ways to eliminate them." To substantiate her words, the woman suddenly pointed her slender finger and snapped it downward. A piercing, high-pitched sound erupted, and a bright red streak, no wider than a fingernail, shot forth and plunged into the jade-green light shield, slicing through the body of a golden-devouring insect. The insect, as hard as steel, split silently and cleanly in two, severed precisely by the red streak. The streak momentarily paused, revealing itself to be a crimson snake scale, about an inch in size, with exceptionally sharp edges. Witnessing this, not only did the strange man's expression ease, but the woman herself smiled faintly, a touch of eerie serenity in her eyes. She pressed her palms together in a series of gestures, and instantly, a continuous series of soft "puff" sounds emerged, as hundreds of identical snake scales shot out from her body. It appeared that the serpent spirit intended to temporarily overlook the six-winged frost worms still entangled with the fire serpents and instead eliminate the golden-devouring insects first. But at that moment, a sharp, cold snort suddenly rose from the blue mist beneath the ice, followed by a thunderous sound. Then, twenty paces in front of the serpent demon, a shimmer of silver light flashed, and a figure materialized. The serpent demon proved quite alert, instantly pressing both palms together and accelerating the flow of his inner incantation. The snake scales that had appeared before him shifted direction, slicing through the void and suddenly materializing directly in front of the figure, aiming to pierce him with a thousand wounds. The figure chuckled lightly, flipping his palm with ease, and instantly a small, gleaming silver shield appeared before him. With a gentle flick, a mirror-like layer of silver shimmered mysteriously into being. An astonishing scene unfolded: the dense stream of red glimmers striking the silver wall burst forth with dazzling silver light. Each red glimmer changed direction and was deflected, none of them managing to penetrate through. The woman who had transformed into a serpent spirit was instantly startled, while the man beside her flashed a grim expression, then swept his sleeves—waves of emerald toxic mist surged forth. Upon closer inspection, one could notice faint, almost invisible green threads shimmering within the mist. These were toxic needles forged over thousands of years of rigorous cultivation by the spirit, condensed from the most potent poisons. Even a Yuan-Enlightened cultivator in the late stage of the Yuan-Stage would be reduced to toxic water within moments if not promptly neutralized—indeed, remarkably potent. Yet, the man behind the silver barrier merely brushed his sleeve, and a crimson small cauldron was launched into the air. The cauldron flashed into view beyond the silver barrier, then emitted a clear chime as it rapidly expanded in size—its lid opened automatically, and countless crimson fire orbs shot out. Each orb, only the size of a clenched fist, coalesced and reshaped, transforming into hundreds of crimson fire ravens, which emitted noisy calls and surged directly toward the surging waves of emerald toxic mist. As soon as the two came into contact, whether it was the toxic mist or the toxic needles within, were instantly transformed into streams of pale smoke by the vibrant, crimson spiritual flames wrapping around the multitude of fire cranes. They were thus swiftly outmatched. This figure was undoubtedly Han Li, and the crimson small cauldron in question was the spiritually attuned fire cauldron he had collected during his time at Kunwu Mountain. The thousands of positively energized fire cranes driven by this cauldron proved to be an excellent weapon against阴邪 (yin and xie) techniques—now, upon its summoning, its power immediately became evident. Han Li's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he was deeply satisfied. With a gentle flick of his sleeve, a cluster of three-colored light slid silently into his hands. (Second update!)