High in the sky, a gentle glow advanced steadily, softly enveloping a young man with a faint, misty light. He held a pale red jade scroll in one hand, gently playing with it. This young man was none other than Han Li, who had just left the Tianji Pavilion. The jade scroll he held naturally recorded the secret technique for crafting a rice-grain-sized space. "I didn't expect the rice-grain space to be so well known. The steps for crafting it seem surprisingly simple, and the materials required are mostly common ones. If that's the case, then creating such a space shouldn't be difficult at all," Han Li murmured softly within the flowing light. "Heh, even this could be called a rice-grain space? To me, it's no more than a space rift that allows for targeted teleportation. A true rice-grain space is a portable treasure—one that can be carried and accessed at any time, anywhere." Suddenly, a lazy voice from within Han Li's ears spoke up. "Your point is valid, yet with the capabilities of human-world cultivators, how could we possibly refine and manifest such a magnificent treasure?" "The Qiandun belt you mentioned, as well as the Heifeng Banner I'm currently holding, are merely artifacts with slight spatial abilities—far from qualifying as true jizǐ space artifacts." Han Li didn't find this argument convincing. "That does make sense. As far as I know, even within the spiritual realm, true jizǐ space artifacts are only a handful that can be counted with one hand. Almost every holder of such an artifact is among the very highest-ranking beings in the spiritual world. Otherwise, they would have long been seized by eager rivals. Now that the secret technique for crafting spatial artifacts has been acquired, should we not proceed to visit Yin Luo Sect and take their ghostly banner? Yet, would you simply go there with such confidence and boldness?" The child asked with a light smile. "Of course not. Even though Yin Luo Sect now has only one senior cultivator, it remains one of the Ten Great Sects of the demonic tradition. Who knows what powerful seals or hidden strengths they might have in place? Yin Luo Sect is also a venerable ancient lineage. I certainly don't want to risk my life just to make this move." Han Li shook his head. "Then, my good friend means..." The child's curiosity seemed stirred. "It's quite simple. Capture the king before capturing the rebels—once we have dealt with the abbot of Yin Luo Sect, the other Yuan-Infant elders will be easy to handle. Moreover, we've already inquired about this at the market stalls. Over the years, several major magi sects have been eyeing Yin Luo Sect's status among the Top Ten. The abbot has been frequently traveling lately. As long as we find the right moment, we can eliminate him swiftly outside Fangmang Mountain. Without a senior cultivator leading the way, even if Yin Luo Sect's defenses are formidable, they won't be able to hold out much longer. However, before taking action, we must first select other targets. Once we act, we must not delay—should senior cultivators detect our move and intervene, we shall face serious complications." Han Li's voice grew darker. "That's indeed sound." The great cultivator of the human realm might not easily intervene, but if you truly harbor the intention to extinguish such a major sect, these people will surely find themselves unable to sit still." The child smiled slightly. This time, Han Li said nothing, but a cold expression crept onto his lips. He folded the jade scroll in his hand and instantly doubled his speed, vanishing from sight within moments. At that moment, suddenly a long, resonant cry, like that of stone and metal, echoed from afar on the horizon, surging straight towards the heavens. The sound pierced the ears of the cultivators engaged in combat, sending a sharp, needle-like pain through them, followed by a simultaneous hum. Upon hearing this cry, the black-robed cultivators surrounding them grew pale with alarm, while those being attacked suddenly rallied with renewed spirit, their faces bright with joy. Suddenly, this figure waved his sleeves and instantly transformed into a faint gray glow, flashing swiftly toward the opposing magical cloud. "Master Fang!" a gasp of surprise rang out, and immediately, the magical cloud changed its course without hesitation, retreating swiftly backward. "Hmph. Since you have arrived at our sect's territory, there's no need for you to continue fleeing," came a cold remark, followed by a surge of rushing sounds. The gray glow rapidly shifted in hue, darkening into a deep, ink-black hue, and its speed multiplied. Now, one ahead and one behind, they vanished from sight within a short while, disappearing beyond the horizon. The black-robed cultivators, witnessing this scene, regained their composure and intensified their attacks, urging their bronze-armored corpses to press forward with renewed vigor. Meanwhile, the besieged cultivators, upon hearing the name "Master Fang," grew visibly despondent. Though they fought fiercely, wounding numerous bronze-armored corpses, they were ultimately wiped out completely. Then these black-robed monks produced one after another dark leather satchel, sealing each of the bronze-armored corpses within. Yet they did not immediately depart; instead, they stood in quiet murmurs, occasionally glancing toward the distant sky. After an unknown length of time, flashes of luminous light appeared on the horizon, and a dark ribbon of light surged forth, racing toward them. The black-robed monks who had been conversing instantly ceased their talk, standing at attention on either side. A flash of black light revealed the dark ribbon materializing before several of them, revealing a figure enveloped in black aura. "Presenting to the Master!" The monks immediately bowed deeply, each displaying deep reverence. "Have all the Blood-Bone Sect members been dealt with?" the figure in black aura asked gently. "Master, please rest assured—every one of the seventy-three monks who infiltrated our sect has been completely eliminated, with not a single survivor," replied an elder of tall stature, stepping forward with respectful demeanor. "Master Bi, the senior elder of the Xuegu Men, has had his physical body destroyed by me—only his Yuan婴 was sent back. With this incident, I'm certain the Xuegu Men will no longer dare to take any bold actions against our sect. Hmph. If it weren't for our current manpower shortage, even the abbot of our sect would have gone straight to the Xuegu Men to strike." The shadowed figure spoke with a cold tone. The other black-robed cultivators remained silent, respectfully standing there, waiting for further instructions from the figure beneath. Only that figure remained in the sky, floating alone in midair. He gazed steadily toward the distance within the dark mist, motionless, as though his entire being had come to a complete stillness. After an indeterminate length of time, he suddenly spoke: "Having watched this scene unfold for so long, shouldn't you have stepped forward now? Or do you wish for me to compel you to appear?" Upon saying this, the figure swiftly turned his gaze toward an empty spot nearby, his tone now sharp and critical. "Oh, Master Fang truly lives up to his reputation as the abbot of Yin Luo Sect—having finally detected me. Yet, you sent away all your disciples before revealing my whereabouts. Does Master Fang fear that they might be burdened by this?" A calm, unfamiliar male voice drifted gently through the air. Then, a flash of green light, and there stood a young man dressed in a green robe, arms folded behind his back. This young man was Han Li, and the householder of dark energy—Master Fang—was precisely the one he had come to meet, the abbot of Yin Luo Sect. To be honest, Han Li personally monitored the area near the Fengmang Mountain range, where the Yin Luo Sect's main hall was located, for over six months, only to finally catch this opportune moment and keep track of the person all the way up to now. "You?" Upon seeing Han Li clearly, the abbot of Yin Luo Sect suddenly stiffened, then fixed his gaze on Han Li with intensity, instantly recognizing him. "It seems Master Fang has also recognized you." Han Li's expression remained calm and composed, his demeanor serene. "You've indeed reached the late Yuan Yin stage now. Is it your intention to kill me by appearing here?" The black aura surrounding the abbot suddenly dispersed, revealing a young face in his early to mid-20s, pale as a sheet, with faint emerald glimmers in his eyes, giving him an eerie appearance. "Indeed. Since I've arrived here, only one of us will be able to leave this place alive." Han Li spoke slowly, his demeanor calm and composed, as though chatting with a close friend. "Good. Very good. Even if you come to me, I intend to visit the southern lands to see you in the future. It's now widely reported that the old master Qian and the senior disciple Han Li of Xiao Ji Palace have both fallen at your hands. Honestly, I never believed it at first. Yet here you are, coming to me of your own accord, willingly offering your life—this is precisely what I have been hoping for. With this visit, I shall finally settle both the grievance of having your wife killed and the deep debts owed to several of the senior monks." Upon hearing Han Li's words, the abbot of Yin Luo Sect first saw several shifts in his expression, but ultimately his eyes blazed with intense jade-green light, and he suddenly raised his head to burst into loud, enthusiastic laughter. Immediately, the figure began to spin swiftly, and a thick surge of black energy surged around him, quickly engulfing his form. A haunting wailing sound then echoed within, and several tall figures emerged mysteriously from the black mist. (Sweat, I finally finished this. My head has been buzzing all along—truly unable