Since he now dwells in the spiritual realm, he naturally has no interest in any beast surges. At present, his sole concern is how to restore his magical energy and how to break the Ice Phoenix seal binding him—something that is absolutely urgent! As the celestial being Tianlan’s duplicate once mentioned, spiritual realm cultivators, from Yuanjing to Huashen stage, experience a minor celestial calamity every three centuries. Though his magical energy has waned, his cultivation level remains intact. Who knows if this celestial calamity will indeed strike him, and when it will arrive. Should a Huashen-level celestial calamity actually descend upon him, with only his modest Four-Levels of Golden Firmness Technique and unable to command any of his treasures, he would surely be unable to withstand it. Thinking of this, Han Li’s expression grew even more somber. The most effective solution would be to swiftly locate the Ice Phoenix and mutually dissolve the seals between them. When they encountered the unexpected incident at the spatial node, this Ice Phoenix, relying on its spatial aptitude, had managed to escape the node before Han Li did—thus, it must now be residing within the spiritual realm. Currently, due to the restrictions, his inner power has completely faded. The seals he placed upon this ice phoenix must now be taking effect as well, and he is certain of their strength. Indeed, the condition of this female spirit-fey may now be even more dire than his own. Yet, across the vast spiritual realm, even if he still possesses some power, finding her within a short time is utterly impossible. In the three realms and seven provinces, there are surely many beings whose spiritual prowess and abilities surpass that of a Huashen stage. With only a bare thread of self-preservation left, he can hardly hope to locate her in the near future. To restore his inner power, he must rely solely on his own efforts. However, given that he currently cannot absorb even a single strand of spiritual energy and is unable to deploy any of his accumulated secret techniques or arts, it seems impossible for him to begin anew in cultivating his power. As for seeking assistance from other high-level cultivators, considering the multitude of secrets he holds, such a course would be unthinkable—certainly a path leading to certain death. Han Li sat in his chair, his face shifting between gloom and uncertainty for a long time. "It appears that there is no alternative but His eyes flickered, and with a soft murmur, his expression grew somewhat gloomy. Over the course of the month since arriving in Anyuan City, Han Li had carefully pondered the matter of restoring his divine powers. After nearly a month of repeated contemplation by ordinary people, he had indeed come up with a viable method. However, the approach was far from excellent—it was time-consuming. Moreover, though he had initially been uncertain about the spiritual realm due to his limited understanding, after gaining a preliminary grasp of it and undergoing further analysis and deliberation, he now found himself compelled to adopt this very method. That is, he would fully master the only cultivation technique he could practice—the Jade Pill Technique. According to the scripture, when all seven layers of the Jade Pill Technique are perfected, his physical body alone would be strong enough to rival a Yuan婴 cultivator. In that case, his powerful physique would be sufficient to break through the ice phoenix's seal on his own. At that point, he could then focus on cultivating spiritual energy and re-form his Yuan婴, which would be much simpler. Though it typically takes a century to condense a refined Yuan婴, as long as he restores a bit of inner qi, he can retrieve his storage bag, hide in a quiet spot, and with the abundant spiritual pills and herbs carried within, accelerate the entire process several-fold. In short, to regain his original powers, he must first eliminate the internal impediments and then re-condense his Yuan婴. Based on his estimation, if a minor celestial calamity should indeed occur, it would likely happen around three centuries from now—though this is merely his speculation. For his own safety, he naturally wants to complete the practice of the Jade Solidity Sect as soon as possible. He has long been aware of the difficulty involved in mastering the Jade Solidity Sect technique, especially from the celestial beast's separate body. Even in the human realm, where the spiritual qi is exceptionally dense and where secret techniques can forcibly infuse qi into the body, the number of ordinary cultivators who truly achieve mastery of the Jade Solidity Sect remains scarce. Ordinary individuals, even if exceptionally gifted, would never dare possess such confidence. Yet Han Li was no ordinary person. Not only had he steadily progressed from a common mortal to a Stage of Immortal Spirit, with a resilience of character far surpassing that of ordinary cultivators in the spiritual realm, but his physical form—strengthened by the refinement of malevolent energies and the consumption of precious spiritual elixirs such as the "Heavenly Corpse Pearl" and the "Dragon Scale Fruit"—had already grown remarkably robust. Particularly due to the cultivation of the Dragon Scale Fruit and the Bone-Forcing Technique, his body now rivaled that of ordinary immortal beasts. After arriving in the spiritual realm, he further transformed both of his inner golden embryos—including the second one—into vast, refined essences, dispersing them throughout his body, thereby enhancing his potential once again. Thus, it is no wonder that Han Li holds such unwavering confidence. Currently, the only considerations he has are the extraordinary suffering required to master this cultivation technique and the duration of time it will take. Since in remote areas far from the city, numerous mid-to-low ranked spirit beasts and various herds frequently appear, it would not be a wise move for him, currently in his condition, to practice alone. Moreover, the higher layers of the Jinguo Sect's cultivation seem originally designed to rely on insights gained through combat, thereby increasing the chances of breaking through current bottlenecks. Thus, it might be beneficial to remain at the Tian Dong Trading House for a while, and only depart if he truly feels uncomfortable or finds it necessary. As for the blood incantation inscribed on the scroll—once it entered his body, its powerful essence was immediately self-melted and fully absorbed, leaving no real constraint upon him at all. With his decision settled, Han Li did not linger any longer at the inn. Soon after, he took the books with him and casually walked to a quiet, secluded spot, where he gently pressed the volumes between his hands. Instantly, under the force of that pressure, the thick volumes transformed into countless sheets of paper, drifting and scattering across the ground. Then he found a blacksmith shop within the city, inspected it carefully, and suddenly handed over the earth-jade sinew to a local blacksmith. Pointing to several materials displayed in the shop, he quietly instructed him with a few words, then handed him two low-tier spiritual stones. The blacksmith listened attentively to Han Li’s words, initially stunned, but as soon as he grasped the two spiritual stones, he immediately beamed with a joyful expression, nodding enthusiastically. Han Li then gave a calm smile and departed. On his way, he stopped a vacant vehicle drawn by a strange creature resembling both deer and horse, neither quite one nor the other. He didn’t inquire about the vehicle’s origin, tossed a substantial amount of silver toward it, uttered the words “Cloud Inn,” and then flashed into the carriage, closing his eyes to meditate. Such vehicles drawn by gentle, docile beasts were common throughout the streets and alleys of Anyuan City. After all, given the size of this city, if one didn't have a beast carriage to assist, it would take several hours just to walk from one district to another. The carriage now before him was quite elegant, yet clearly not one specially designed for guests—it looked more like a private vehicle used by a wealthy household. Upon seeing Han Li stop the carriage, the driver first grew furious, but upon spotting the silver coins, he paused, then after a brief hesitation, drove straight toward the city's western side. Han Li nearly dozed off during the ride before finally hearing the driver's voice: "Sir, we've arrived at Ru Yun Inn!" Han Li slowly opened his eyes and stepped down from the carriage. Before him lay a vast complex of pavilions and residences. At the very front stood a tall pavilion, its grand sign hung above the entrance, inscribed in golden and pink classical Chinese characters: "Ru Yun Inn." On either side of the pavilion, there were rows of wooden棚s arranged like shaded shelters, where various-style carts were parked, creating a somewhat crowded scene, occasionally accompanied by strange whinnies and groans. Han Li quickly surveyed the scene and his gaze settled on several young servants standing at the entrance of the pavilion, greeting guests. He raised his hand and waved briefly at one of them. That young servant proved equally alert and promptly dashed over to him. "Sir, what may I do for you? Shall we arrange your lodging?" "Is there any guest from Tian Dong Trading House here? Do you know where they are staying?" Han Li asked calmly, also handing over a small piece of silver. "Ah, I see! Sir, you're looking for the gentlemen from Tian Dong Trading House. I'll personally show you the way." The servant smiled warmly, taking the silver. Then, he led Han Li through the pavilion and straight toward the series of residential courtyards behind. "The gentlemen from Tian Dong Trading House have so many that they've taken over the entire western courtyard—our very best group of courtyards!" The young servant, leading the way, enthusiastically introduced the premises as he went. This young man was indeed the "Little Seventh" among the knights of Tian Dong Merchants. "Indeed, it's certainly Lady Fang. She has heard of your story and is quite curious about you—she intends to meet you personally." The young man's expression of surprise briefly flickered, then faded as he smiled and said so. "Allow me to state that I am already a member of the merchants' household. Should Lady Fang summon me, I shall certainly attend. It would be most kind of you, Luo brother, to guide me the way." Han Li spoke with calm ease. "Ah, that's quite natural," the young man replied. He had just reached out and felt the air go empty—only then did he realize that Han Li was truly far more skilled than himself. With that realization, he could no longer afford to be disrespectful, and he smiled politely, readily agreeing. Thus, Han Li sent the young servant away and followed the young man into the western wing. Along the way, he greeted several guards and knights of the merchants' household. After several turns and turns, passing through a series of large courtyards, they finally arrived at a small courtyard standing alone. It's relatively quiet and elegant, with two unfamiliar tall men standing guard at the entrance, arms akimbo. As Han Li and his companion approach, four sharp, cold glances sweep over them, making one feel a subtle chill. (Second chapter! End of the month—those with monthly passes, please support us! We're kindly asking for your monthly passes now.)