"Thereafter, the fruit is collected every ten to fifteen years, precisely on time. In some human classics, it is described with extraordinary marvels—some even claim that consuming it enables white-day ascension to heaven. Yet, among human high-level cultivators, it has always been regarded as a mere useless item, believed merely to satisfy our dragon family's appetite. Yet who knows? Though not as miraculous as described in human texts, regular consumption of this spiritual fruit can indeed transform one's body, endowing boundless strength. Without consistent intake, however, its true potential remains unnoticed. This fruit is rare in the world, and human cultivators rarely have the opportunity to discover its value. Yet, Feng, you not only know this secret but also understand the method of transplanting it—this truly surprises me." The man in the golden robe turned to gaze intently at the scholar in the green robe, his expression tinged with surprise. "I too discovered the remains of an ancient immortal clan. From the cultivation technique left behind, I learned the secrets of the Dragon Scale Fruit and the method of transplantation. It is said that each time the fruit is consumed, the body undergoes only subtle transformations—so slight that they are nearly imperceptible. However, if consumed daily over time, the cumulative effect could transform the body into a strength comparable to that of a true dragon. Is this truly possible?" The scholar in blue robes replied calmly. "Theoretically, this is indeed feasible. Yet in practice, it is utterly unattainable. Even if we gather all the Dragon Scale Fruit trees in the world, we would still fall short of providing such an extravagant supply for a single person. For our own family of koi dragons, this one tree is exceptionally rare. Had it not been for your friend Feng's confident assurance that he could provide the transplantation method, I would never have brought you here." The figure in golden robes grew serious. "Ha ha! I am well acquainted with many noble friends, including several of your esteemed colleagues. How could I possibly deceive you with empty words?" But the matter that Master Jin promised me...” This young, green-robed immortal cultivator was none other than the Nine-Level Rift-Wind Beast that once nearly drove Master Han to the heavens and the earth—now with no path left. The man in the crimson robe was naturally the Golden Dragon King. Now, unlike his former half-human, half-jade form on Biling Island, he appeared as an ordinary human. "As long as Wind Daojun provides accurate information, I shall surely fulfill my word and present those several medicinal herbs," the Golden Dragon King said, waving his hand. Upon hearing this, Wind Xi beamed with joy and bowed deeply in gratitude. "Those medicinal herbs will be of great use to me. I shall be most grateful, Daojun." "There is no need for further words. Everything will depend on your success in the transplantation technique." The Golden Dragon King said calmly. "Rest assured. If I did not have a strong confidence in this matter, I would never have taken the initiative to seek out Master Jin. This method of transplantation was developed by an ancient immortal clan, after they devoted their entire lives to studying it." "Not only is it highly beneficial for the Dragon Scale Tree, but it's also effective for other spiritual herbs and plants," Wind Xi said with great confidence. "Heh, I hope so!" The golden-robed knight seemed rather doubtful. Seeing this, Wind Xi smiled gently and said nothing further, then as his body shimmered with a green glow, he prepared to descend. "Wait!" Wind Xi's movement was abruptly interrupted by the Golden Dragon King. He was momentarily startled. "I still feel it's not quite right—I have a sense of unease, almost like my heart is racing. I'd like to try a different secret technique and conduct a more thorough search. I don't want to risk any unforeseen issues." The knight's face grew serious as he spoke. Though Wind Xi was somewhat displeased, he couldn't object and simply nodded in agreement. With a single breath, the knight expelled a golden orb, caught it firmly in one hand, and gently pressed it against his forehead, then closed his eyes solemnly. As time passed, the beads grew brighter, and a trace of strain appeared on Golden Dragon King's face. This precious orb was a rare auxiliary artifact capable of significantly amplifying a cultivator's awareness—extremely useful. Under its enhancement, the divine perceptions released by the Golden Dragon King now surpassed their original strength by more than half, both in range and intensity, far exceeding what they had been before. A little while later, the King's expression changed; his eyes flashed with brilliance as he gathered the orb on his forehead and roared, "Who dares to secretly scheme against me? Come out now and show yourselves!" The roar echoed like thunder, spreading outwards in all directions. Wind Xi, hearing the King's words, was startled and immediately extended her own awareness, launching a search as well. The Golden Dragon King now fixed his gaze on a specific spot on the island, his face as cold as ice. "It turns out you still possess such a treasure. I must have underestimated you." A calm voice came from the direction where the Golden Dragon King was looking. A flash of light appeared, and a streak of emerald light shot forth, carrying the figure all the way to several dozen zhang away from the two demons, where a young man stepped forward and gazed steadily at them. "It's you!" "Lai family youth!" The Golden Dragon King and Feng Xi both recognized the young man's face and exclaimed at the same time, though their expressions could not have been more different—Feng Xi was both astonished and delighted, while the Golden Dragon King remained visibly cautious. "How is it that you know this man, Feng?" The Golden Dragon King narrowed his eyes, coldly asking Feng. "Feng, this man was the human cultivator who killed your grandson and seized the treasures I had crafted. I never expected to see him again after all these years, and now he dares to reappear on the outer seas. This time, I'm certain he won't escape." Hmm, his cultivation level... Initially, Feng Xi was filled with excitement, but as soon as his divine awareness swept over Han Li's body, his expression instantly changed, revealing a look of sheer disbelief. "Hmph, escaped? Did you not notice that this man has been deliberately seeking trouble with us!" Jin Jiao Wang's golden eyes flashed, speaking with a cold, ominous tone. "It's impossible. Back then, he was merely a Jiandan cultivator. How could he have achieved such formidable cultivation now? Has he truly advanced to the level of a great cultivator?" Han Li had not concealed his cultivation level at all, and upon sensing it clearly, Feng Xi found himself momentarily stunned. "Feng Daojun has spent most of the past several hundred years in seclusion, diligently refining his cultivation. It seems he has never heard of the events that have unfolded on Bi Ling Island. This man is indeed a late Yuan Yin cultivator of great stature. Now, with us facing him, I can confidently say that we are in for something serious. We must be cautious and prepared." Jin Jiao Wang subtly transmitted this message to Feng Xi through a soft murmur. Feng Xi gently licked his lips and instinctively nodded in agreement. Just as the two immortals were fixing their gaze on Han Li, their expressions turning stern, Han Li spoke: "I originally only intended to wait for Jin Daojun. Yet I hadn't expected to meet another old acquaintance—this truly proves to be a pleasant surprise. It seems my journey this time will not go in vain." With both hands behind his back, Han Li glanced critically at the green-robed immortal, a subtle cold smile playing on his lips. "Do you wish to seek me out? Surely you find that piece of premium spiritual stone too hot to hold, and would like to present it to me instead?" The golden-robed man snarled, asking with no courtesy. "That premium spiritual stone still holds great value for me—it won't be enough to satisfy Jin Daojun's wishes. I've come here merely to borrow your immortal essence for a temporary use. Would you be so kind as to offer it willingly, and thus avoid any conflict between us?" After turning his gaze to the man, Han Li uttered words that left the two immortals astonished. "Would you dare ask me to borrow my inner essence? That's quite a bold request! Very well! Very well! If you wish to have it, then take it Jin Jiao Wang burst into laughter, his rage transforming into mirth. He lifted his head and roared wildly, the golden robe on his body suddenly shimmering with a lustrous golden glow, instantly transforming into a brilliant golden battle armor. At the same time, the old demon's head radiated a brilliant spiritual light, golden scales emerging on his cheeks, and a newly formed tail materializing behind him. Remarkably alert, the demon king shifted his form into a half-human, half-jiao combat posture. With a simple gesture toward the void, a golden lance appeared, shimmering in the silver arc of light, and was then thrown with unwavering determination. Amid the thunderous roar, the lance vanished in a flash, only to reappear instantly before Han Li. It plunged with a surge of electric arcs, striking powerfully. The demon king had no hesitation—once he decided to act, he moved without a single word of warning. Han Li was struck by this sudden vigor, yet he had anticipated it. Without hesitation, he gently waved his hand, the one concealed in his sleeve, firmly grasping an object. Suddenly, a silver lotus several feet in size materialized before him, appearing strangely. The golden lance precisely pierced the heart of the lotus. A tremendous roar echoed as the silver lotus trembled violently, radiating seven-colored Buddhist light that successfully blocked the seemingly formidable golden lance—though the lotus itself dimmed slightly, clearly not unscathed. Han Li quickly pressed a series of hand seals, and instantly, a thunderous crack resonated behind him. A pair of silvery-white feather wings emerged, gently flapping, and then sent him shooting backward over fifteen paces before he stabilized his stance, observing the two demons with a mocking expression. "Wind and Thunder Wings!" Feng Xi, who had just received one such wing, felt both indignant and furious. He immediately shook his sleeve vigorously, and with a flash of red light in both hands, two shorter spears appeared simultaneously. Raising his arms, the two spears transformed into streaks of crimson light, charging directly toward Han Li. Han Li coldly glanced at the beast, hummed, and then opened his mouth, spitting out a glowing, misty orb. Inside the orb floated a small cauldron, only a few inches in size—precisely the Xitian Treasure Cauldron. With a subtle pulse of the Tongbao Sect's technique, the cauldron emitted a clear chime, and its lid automatically flew open. As the sound of rushing air reached Han Li, the two streaks of crimson light had already arrived at his head, spiraling before simultaneously slashing downward from both sides, cutting him into several fragments. Yet Han Li merely extended one finger toward the small cauldron before him and lightly flicked it. A sharp "pffft" sound followed, and a burst of emerald silk shot forth, spreading out to either side, transforming into a cascade of green light that instantly engulfed and swept the two crimson streaks into the cauldron. Feng Xi was startled and quickly chanted incantations, attempting to summon his treasures to break free from the green glow. However, as soon as the connection with the two short spears was severed, he could only watch helplessly as they were drawn into the cauldron and vanished. Feng Xi's hand movement paused, and he stood motionless, as if stunned!