"There's nothing I can do about it," the elder said, clearing his throat with a slight tremor in his wrinkled face. "Zhang's young man claims the newly joined one is a rare talent in cultivation—absolutely insists I must come and see for myself." "The Daoist didn't hesitate. After entering, he glanced briefly and settled his eyes on Han Li. "Indeed, that's me. Brother Zhang invited the Master here, I believe. However, as for my condition, I fear the Master may be unable to help. I simply need to remain seated for a few months, and then I shall recover on my own." Han Li replied calmly. "Heh, since you've refined the Jinguo Sect's technique to its third level, your abilities are actually on par with, if not surpassing, mine. Yet practitioners of immortality differ from the body-physicians among you—perhaps I can offer something of value. In that case, you might not need to remain seated for months." Nan Qi Zi didn't seem displeased; instead, he spoke lightly and composedly. Upon hearing this, Han Li's face briefly showed a subtle expression of surprise. Though his consciousness could not fully detach to gauge the other's cultivation level, close-range spiritual sensing allowed him to sense clearly that the Daoist before him was already a Jianji-level cultivator. When they were in the Human Realm, nearly every cultivator who entered the world of cultivation regarded ordinary humans as mere insects. Usually, even a Qi-Stage cultivator would not bother interacting with them. But here, in the Spiritual Realm, this Jian-Stage Daoist was being so polite and conversing with a common mortal. This made Han Li feel somewhat uncomfortable, even a bit odd. It seemed indeed as the Tianlan beast's avatar had said—ordinary humans in the Spiritual Realm were no longer insignificant, and even cultivators themselves dared not look down upon them. A cultivator at the Qi Condensation stage always possesses such items—clearly a well-established practice among spiritual cultivators in the spiritual realm. Storage bags, however, are less commonly used. When his Yuan婴 (Immortal Core) dispersed, he placed all his treasures except the two灭仙 (Destroying Immortal) Lightning Jades into his storage bags, which he then buried along with several animal-skin bags at a depth of over ten zhang beneath the ground. To ensure safety, he deliberately left the openings of the animal-skin bags wide open, issuing strict commands to the Gold-Eating Insects, the Six-Winged Frost Snakes, and the Soul-Calling Spirit to remain at this location and guard the storage bags. As for the Earth-Shell Dragon, he had never brought it to the spiritual realm; instead, he left it with Nan Gong Wan in the lower realm. Currently, within him, aside from a single Transmutation Spirit Seal that can become intangible and a method of sight that renders him invisible to observers, even his precious items such as the Virtual Sky Cauldron and the seventy-two Qingzhú Bee-Cloud Swords remain in the desert. With no spiritual power left, he is now unable to command these treasures, Once the magical power recovers, he'll return to retrieve these treasures. This desert is so desolate; with the spiritual insects guarding it, there should be no issues at all. As for that enigmatic green vial, after pondering it thoroughly, he still couldn't bring himself to part with it and carried it along with him. The vial appears ordinary under normal circumstances—only when someone notices it does it seem special. Inside, Han Li's thoughts raced swiftly. Nan Qi Zi naturally wasn't aware of his murmurs, nor did he know that the seemingly young man before him was actually an advanced cultivator at the Huashen stage. With only a few casual questions, he simply held the mirror up and gently waved it in front of Han Li. Instantly, a sheet of emerald light shot out from the mirror, enveloping half of Han Li's body. Nan Qi Zi gently closed his eyes, as though sensing something through the artifact in his hands. A moment later, the cultivator at the Foundation Stage looked utterly astonished, and only after a few more moments did he open his eyes, gazing at Han Li with a strange expression. "Master, have you noticed anything?" Han Li asked calmly. "Master, you should take better care of yourself. About half of Master Han's meridians have already ruptured. It seems either the spiritual energy infused during the cultivation of the Diamond Resolution was insufficient, or the auxiliary pills were lacking. Unlike the naturally robust bodies of the immortal beasts and spirits, our human beings are more delicate—any slight lapse during body cultivation can cause our very bodies to collapse on their own. Fortunately, Master appears to have awakened early, and the damage to his meridians is not severe; they are currently in the process of healing. Still, such injuries are indeed difficult to treat. I don't have any suitable pills at the moment, so I shall only be able to write a few pills to calm his mind and slightly ease his internal suffering." Nan Qi Zi sighed deeply and said with a wry smile. "Then thank you very much!" Han Li smiled gently and bowed his thanks. "Hey!" Since Master Nanqi has already seen him, it makes no difference whether I do or not. Still, as we've come this far, we should at least go through the motions—otherwise, I'd have difficulty explaining it to Young Zhang later on." The robed elder spoke calmly from the side. "Master is too modest. Brother Fu's family tradition, the Xuan Tian Nine-Long Golden Needle Technique, has saved countless lives, and many of our fellow cultivators have also greatly benefited from it. I have long heard of your renown." The Taoist bowed slightly in courtesy to the elder. "I am merely a disciple from outside the Fu family, with little knowledge of the Xuan Tian Golden Needle Technique. Master truly considers me highly." The robed elder shook his head repeatedly. Master Nanqi smiled slightly, then silently stepped aside. The robed elder advanced a step and naturally came to stand before Han Li. He lifted his hand, grasping Han Li's wrist, then raised the other hand, producing a sound of rushing air as several golden threads shot out. "Pfft, pfft," came the sounds as golden needles appeared on Han Li's body, only partially visible, the rest already embedded deep within. Huang Li, who had previously been completely immobile, suddenly sat up with a sudden realization, though his body remained straight and rigid, as if made of wood. "Li'er, take something and place it against his back so he can sit properly," the elder said calmly to the blue-robed young woman. "Understood, Master Fu! Xiang'er, go fetch our quilts and bedding and place them against Han Gongzi's back." The blue-robed young woman replied promptly and turned to give the order. The green-robed young woman named Xiang stared at the elder, slightly puzzled and hesitant, but eventually nodded and stepped out of the carriage. In the meantime, the white-robed elder simply sat down beside Han Li, gently checking his pulse while half-closing his eyes and slowly nodding his head. Han Li looked at the elder silently, saying nothing. He sensed a faint current of qi swiftly circulating throughout his body—delicate, subtle, and barely perceptible. Had it not been for his exceptionally strong spiritual awareness, giving him an intimate knowledge of his own body, it would have been truly difficult to notice. The elder seemed to sense Han Li's gaze, and with a quick glance, he caught the man's expression—half-smiling, half-quietly reserved—his mind momentarily startled. At that moment, the young woman named Xiang'er had already returned to the carriage with a silk quilt, and without waiting for the elder's instructions, she promptly laid it out, placing it behind Han Li, who now leaned slightly against it. As he rested, a rich, fragrant aroma filled his nostrils, and he murmured his thanks to the young woman. The young lady in green silk merely gave a brief, neutral reply, neither warm nor cold. Han Li paid no attention to this and continued observing the elder's movements. At this point, the elder raised his hand and, with a simple gesture, produced another golden needle—slightly longer and finer. Using two fingers, he skillfully secured the needle, then waved his arm with a swift, blurred motion, as if the arm were a spinning wheel, and instantly, countless golden streaks of light enveloped Han Li's body. Han Li only felt a slight coolness at countless acupoints, as if they had all been simultaneously pierced by the golden needles. At the same time, a sensation of numbness and tingling spread through his limbs. With a slight movement of his fingers, Han Li gradually raised both arms. A sharp intake of breath immediately echoed from within the carriage, not only causing the four young girls to express admiration, but also prompting Nan Qi Zi, whose eyes briefly flashed, to be moved by the display. "Indeed, Brother Fu's skill with the golden needles is truly extraordinary!" the Taoist smiled lightly. "Nothing special—just a minor technique. I merely restored a limited degree of mobility to his limbs. Yet he still cannot exert any strength. Otherwise, his meridians might suffer widespread rupture." The white-robed elder solemnly instructed Han Li. "Thank you, Brother Fu!" Han Li gently moved his fingers, feeling both surprised and delighted. He had learned the art of acupuncture during his time in the human realm and considered himself quite proficient, yet now, compared to Brother Fu, the difference was truly astonishing. Indeed, there are people who, through merely applying golden needles to specific acupoints, can transform the mundane into the miraculous. Yet, upon hearing the elder's subsequent words, a chill ran through his heart. Seeing that Han Li was moving without any issues, the white-robed elder raised his hand and lightly tapped him once more. A flash of golden light illuminated the scene, and at that moment, the golden needles simultaneously shot out from Han Li's body—only to be completely absorbed by the elder's sleeve as he gently shook it, as though they had vanished without a trace. Han Li shifted his legs slightly and then slowly descended from the long bench, taking careful steps. "I can only achieve this far," the elder said. "The restoration of your meridians will depend entirely on you. I have other matters to attend to, so I shall not remain any longer." The white-robed elder then immediately rose and departed. Upon hearing this, Nan Qi Zi nodded and also drew out several scrolls from his person. With a simple gesture, they transformed into glowing green sheets, which then seamlessly merged into Han Li's body and disappeared. This foundation-level cultivator likewise rose and bid farewell. Thus, the four women naturally escorted the two elders outside the At this moment, Han Li sat in his chair with his eyes slightly lowered, as if experiencing the effects of the several scrolls. "Han brother, have you truly reached the third level of the Golden Body Technique?" After the group of young women turned back to the carriage and exchanged glances, the blue-robed girl named Liu suddenly asked with a bright smile. "Han Li is merely fortunate," Han raised his eyelid, glanced at the girl, and replied indifferently. (Second update!