At that moment, the Han elder turned around, gazing at the old man's body with a complex expression. "Is it possible, Master Meng, that you still hold onto your attachment to the Gui Ling Sect?" One of the Qi-level disciples, seemingly an ordinary middle-aged cultivator, suddenly spoke up, then raised a hand toward the silver-white flying sword circling in the air. With a simple gesture, the sword flashed and swiftly returned, landing in his hands. The old man had actually been killed by this very cultivator, who had launched the sword from behind unexpectedly. Though originally rated as a Qi-level cultivator, he now clearly demonstrated the qualifications of a late Foundation-level cultivator. "Since I have already made up my mind to join your Mo Yan Sect, I naturally won't regret anything. Though we haven't been particularly close, I've seen him several times before, so it's only natural to feel some sense of nostalgia." Master Meng replied calmly. "That's exactly what I hoped for." Since losing two Yuan-Enlightened cultivators and a large number of Ji-Dan cultivators over a century ago, the Gui-Ling Sect has greatly diminished in strength and no longer commands a sovereign territory on its own. This time, with the combined efforts of our Mo-Yan Sect, Yu-Ling Sect, and the newly rising Xue-Sha Sect, Gui-Ling is utterly doomed. In the future, Xue-Sha will take Gui-Ling’s place within our Mo-Cultivation tradition. Your decision to join our sect is truly wise," the middle-aged cultivator chuckled. At that moment, the others also suddenly exhibited a shift in their aura, revealing Jian-Base cultivator levels. They were all cultivators from Mo-Yan Sect. "As long as your conditions remain unchanged, I will fully cooperate," replied the Clen姓 gentleman, smiling politely but with little enthusiasm. "Rest assured, Clen brother," the middle-aged cultivator laughed. "You have solid potential. Once we achieve victory in this campaign, my master will personally enroll you as a disciple. That will be far better than your current situation at Gui-Ling, where you've been struggling alone, with no guidance." But this place is truly remote—hiding a large number of people here, the Gui Ling Sect would surely never notice. This is all thanks to my master, who specifically instructed me to carry several Stillness Scroll charms with me before leaving. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to conceal from this person's spiritual awareness." The middle-aged cultivator glanced at the bodies scattered on the ground and said with a touch of pride. "Also fortunate is that there's an ancient teleportation array here, which gives me a solid excuse to lure him to this remote location for the attack. Otherwise, even if I succeed in the first strike, there are already over a dozen Qi-level disciples stationed here. Should they activate their seals or send out alarm transmission scrolls, things would quickly become complicated. Now that this person has been eliminated, I can gather the remaining disciples and strike them all at once—none will be left behind." The large man's expression darkened instantly, and he spoke with cold determination. "Good, Brother Meng—your plan is sound. We'll proceed as you've suggested." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator nodded with approval. At that moment, another figure had already swiftly removed the elder's storage bag and launched a fire ball, instantly turning the corpse into ash. Then, the group was ready to leave the stalactite cave. But just then, the ancient teleportation array that had been overlooked suddenly emitted a hum. The entire array began to glow with white light, as if activating on its own—seeming to indicate that someone was being transported in. This unexpected development startled the Meng-named Han and the middle-aged cultivator, who all stared in disbelief. The elder had clearly stated that the array had long since fallen into disuse—how could it suddenly come back to life just now? "Quick! Destroy the array! No matter who arrives, we must not allow any distractions—the situation is urgent!" The middle-aged cultivator reacted swiftly, shouting and raising his hand. Instantly, the previously withdrawn flying sword reappeared, flashing with cold light and striking directly at one corner of the array. The others also suddenly realized what was happening and quickly summoned various magical artifacts, hoping to instantly destroy the transmission array before them. With several thunderous booms, a brilliant white glow erupted across the ancient transmission array, flashing so intensely that it bounced the several artifacts right back. This caught the mid-level cultivators all by surprise. They naturally didn't know that, before the ancient transmission array was activated, even a low-ranking cultivator could easily shatter it. However, once the transmission began, the array itself was infused with a powerful stream of spiritual energy—anyone below the Jiandan stage of cultivation would find it impossible to destroy such an array. Otherwise, if any minor disturbance occurred at the receiving end during the transmission, the ancient cultivators would surely have faced serious setbacks. In the midst of their astonishment, two figures—one male and one female—gently emerged within the array, their forms slightly wavering, as though still experiencing the lingering dizziness of the transmission process. Upon seeing the young man in his twenties and the woman appearing only in her teens, his spirit sense first swept over the woman and discovered she was merely at the Qi Condensation stage—immediately relieving his mind. In the immortal realm, one cannot judge a woman's status solely by her appearance; it's quite common for a seemingly young girl of only a few decades to actually be a high-level cultivator who has lived for several centuries. As for the young man, if he were only in his twenties, his cultivation level would likely not be very high, since few men traditionally focus on maintaining youthful appearances through cultivation. Thus, he had intended to further examine the young man's cultivation level with his spirit sense, but upon seeing him nodding and clearly trying to recover, he grew anxious and, without pausing to assess his cultivation, immediately commanded aloud, "Attack! Kill them quickly!" In his estimation, given the woman's relatively low cultivation and the young man's youthful appearance, they could at most be at the Foundation Stage of cultivation. Nature, taking advantage of the young man's current state of dizziness, struck him unexpectedly to end the threat at once and avoid future complications. "Hold on! Don't move!" As the Han-clad man recognized the young man's face, his expression suddenly grew pale with alarm, and he quickly interposed his voice to stop the action. However, the other several cultivators of the Magic Flame Sect, all middle-aged, were already focused on the couple within the array, and though they found the Han's voice unusual, they still pressed forward without hesitation, activating their instruments and launching them toward the man and woman inside. The middle-aged cultivator, hearing the Han's voice, mistakenly believed the couple to be old acquaintances of his own and thus deliberately ignored them, pretending not to notice. Just as the light from five or six instruments flashed and swiftly engulfed the two figures, a sharp, icy exhalation suddenly rang out. "You all want to die!" With these words, a thunderous roar erupted, followed instantly by a brilliant surge of vivid green light that burst forth within the array, suddenly illuminating the space like a bright, radiant sun. All the ritual implements, upon touching the emerald glow, trembled and shattered piece by piece. Then several golden sword-like energy waves burst forth from the glow, striking with such speed that they pierced through several figures—including the middle-aged cultivator—right through their bodies. These individuals didn't even utter a sound, and fell dead instantly, their bodies collapsing to the floor of the cavern. Only the Han-named man remained unharmed, yet stood motionless, as if afraid of drawing suspicion from the young cultivator within the array, his face pale as paper. "Do you recognize me?" the young man slowly stepped forward, his gaze cold as he swept over the Han man, his voice calm and measured. Behind him, the teenage girl followed with quiet deference, her demeanor utterly obedient—clearly a younger relative of the man. This young man had, after spending over a month restoring the transmission array in Luanxing Sea, finally returned to Tiannan. As for the young lady behind him, she was Tian Qin'er, whose array talent had greatly impressed him. "When I was young, I once accompanied an elder from my family during the invasion of the Muling people, and witnessed your magnificent feats firsthand. I have always cherished your voice and appearance!" Upon hearing this, the Han-named man hurriedly bowed deeply to Han Li, his voice trembling with excitement and nervousness. "The invasion of the Muling people? Hah, that was quite some time ago—surprising that you still remember my appearance. Nevertheless, you're a disciple of the Gui Ling Sect, aren't you? Are these people your fellow disciples?" Han Li, however, narrowed his eyes slightly, remaining composed and inquiring calmly. "Yes, I am a disciple of the Gui Ling Sect. But these individuals are cultivators from the Mo Yan Sect." After a brief hesitation, the man, upon meeting the cold gaze across from him, suddenly found himself speaking clearly and fully. "Mo Yan Sect? Well, you're at least honest. If you had said those people were your fellow disciples just now, I would have killed you on the spot." The fluctuations of cultivation energy emanating from these individuals clearly differ from those of your Guiling Sect. The cold tone in Han Li's voice sent a chill through the Han man, who instantly lost any lingering doubts or hesitations. Tian Qin'er stood behind Han Li, observing her surroundings with attentive eyes, occasionally glancing with curiosity. "I don't particularly care why you, as a disciple of Guiling Sect, are here with the Magyar Sect's people. I merely have a few questions for you—answer them honestly," Han Li said. "As long as I know anything, I will share it all without reservation," the Han man hurried to reply. "I've been away from Tiannan for several years now. Please tell me about the major events that have taken place in the realm of cultivation over the past hundred years," Han Li asked calmly. "Yes, I shall report everything truthfully." The truly significant event, naturally, was eighty years ago, when the Xuan Xiao Sect of Tian Lu was completely wiped out by the Fire Spirit Sect in a single night. The specifics were...” The Han gentleman spoke steadily and respectfully before Han Li, the Yuan Ying cultivator, his every movement and word filled with deference due to the vast gap in their cultivation levels. Han Li listened attentively, maintaining a composed expression, occasionally asking follow-up questions when something of particular interest arose. The Han gentleman responded in full detail, clearly anxious to ensure that Han Li remained fully satisfied. After narrating the major events in Tian Nan over the past century, the gentleman paused, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness. Due to the distance, the younger generation isn't very familiar with the elder sect's details, though it seems that currently the sect is led by an elder named Wei or Lü!" The large man hesitated before speaking, delivering the statement with some uncertainty. (The second sect!)