Han Li gazed steadily into the sky, his eyes never blinking. With the golden dragon and colorful phoenix soaring above, could it be that a prolonged battle lasting several days or even nights was about to unfold? His thoughts raced swiftly. He then focused his gaze upon the white-robed young woman and Ye Chu seated in meditation within the spell array, her face suddenly expressing surprise. The young woman's eyes were closed, her hands forming gestures, her body shimmering with shifting hues of five colors—appearing entirely unharmed. Yet Ye Chu still emitted a steady stream of green light, continuously pouring it into the young woman's body, though her skin had already undergone a remarkable transformation. The once-crisp, jade-like green of a plant spirit now gleamed with a luminous, porcelain-like whiteness, as if carved from flawless jade. The young woman had now completely transformed into a graceful, enchanting beauty—her face oval and elegant, her eyes like stars, radiating charm, with the poise and freshness of a girl barely ten years old. Sensing Han Li's gaze, she glanced at him with a cold, composed expression, her eyes devoid of any warmth or emotion—remarkably icy. Noticing the faint displeasure in the woman's expression, Han Li smiled and immediately turned his head away. At that moment, an eerie, crisp sound of "crackling" echoed through the air. Han Li stiffened, turning his gaze upward. To his amazement, the scene above had transformed dramatically— the hurricane's power was now manifesting as shimmering blue spiritual light, and vast, translucent ice lotuses bloomed in the sky. A powerful, piercing cold force instantly joined the battle. This intense cold, harmonizing effortlessly with the white flames, seemed to exhibit no resistance at all. In fact, these two fundamentally contrasting forces of nature—cold and heat—appeared to complement each other, their combined strength multiplying significantly. The white sparks and blue ice lotuses intertwined and spiraled, spreading across half the sky, gradually pushing back the lightning power. Without knowing the specific technique she had employed, the colorful phoenix had effortlessly transformed the wind into a cold force, gaining a decisive advantage in the battle. "Hehe, the Five Elements transformed—unity achieved!" At last, you have summoned the Yin-Yang Transformation to Extremes technique! Excellent—finally, I’ve waited for this moment. The golden dragon in the sky, though visibly weakening, does not panic but instead emits a resonant hum of human speech, laughing heartily, as if overjoyed. "Do you know this technique?" Liang Feng's form stiffens, and her voice carries a tone of astonishment. It is the voice of the young woman in white. Yet the dragon pays no heed to Liang Feng's words, instead emitting a thunderous chant. Then, an unexpected scene unfolds. The massive dragon suddenly sheds its golden glow, transforming into a vivid, blood-red hue. As it opens its maw, a thick column of blood erupts outward. Upon touching the air, the blood column spins rapidly and coalesces into a colossal sword, over ten dozen feet long. The sword is translucent and deep crimson, with the dragon's head and phoenix's body. A strong wave of bloodiness surges from the sword, so intense that it makes one feel nauseous. "The Blood-Crystal Mahā-Sword! How could such a divine artifact have fallen into your hands? Are you planning to—?" As soon as the sword resumed its form, Cai Feng gasped out its name, then suddenly recalled something, her face instantly pale with alarm, spreading her wings wide and preparing to take flight. "Now you wish to leave? Too late!" A cold, resonant voice issued from the dragon's mouth, and then the dragon surged forward, his body shrinking dramatically—reducing to a beam of blood light several zhang long, which instantly merged into the sword. The sword then trembled and, with a sweeping motion, struck the sky where Cai Feng hovered. A faint ripple of blood light flashed, and a blood shadow over a hundred zhang long sliced swiftly through Cai Feng's form—so fast that the phoenix had no time to react. After a startled cry of phoenix resonance, the massive body of the colorful phoenix appeared undamaged—yet a blood-phoenix phantom several feet in size was severed from within its form by the sword's shadow. The blood-colored sword shadow then suddenly recoiled, curling into a radiant cascade of blood-light that enveloped the phantom, propelling it swiftly and swiftly back toward the blood sword. After a few flashes, it seamlessly returned into the sword. Even if the Llong family's cultivator had summoned his immortal spirit to command the true dragon's blood and entered this sword, aiming to fully seize and dissolve the spiritual blood, immediate success would still be out of reach. As long as we manage to recover this sword, we still have a chance to reclaim it—indeed, we might even end up seizing the true dragon's blood from them. After pausing his stream of spiritual light and his gaze growing cold and sharp, Ye Chu stated. "Indeed, I can still sense the presence of that portion of spiritual blood. The Llong family has not yet succeeded. We should proceed to take back this sword. Brother Han, I know you are no ordinary Cultivator at the Immortal Spirit stage. Should you assist me in reclaiming the spiritual blood, I promise you that the Ye family will do whatever is within our power to assist you in return." Upon hearing Ye Chu's words, the white-robed maiden finally regained her composure, paused briefly, then suddenly turned to Han and made her promise. Ye Chu was momentarily startled by this, while Han furrowed his brow, showing a slight hesitation. "Comrade, do not expect the Llong family to let you go alone. Should we Moreover, you and I have clearly aligned ourselves just now. Even if you manage to侥幸 escape back to the Human race, the Long family will surely never let you off the hook. Only under the protection of our Ye family will you be safe." Ye Chu spoke calmly, his expression unchanged. "Do I have any other options?" Han Li stroked his chin, speaking with a touch of resignation. "Han brother, why must you sound so hesitant? Countless cultivators from the Human race would like to establish ties with our Ye family." The white-robed maiden chuckled softly, then moved her body, transforming into a golden glow that rose into the sky, while Ye Chu followed closely behind, his form shimmering as a streak of jade-green light. After a series of flowing luminous energies, the maiden's skin tone shifted once more to green, making her appear indistinguishable from a wood spirit from afar. Han Li, enveloped in a band of jade-green light, also ascended toward the sky, heading for the blood sword. With the disappearance of the golden dragon and the phoenix, the thunderclouds, lightning, ice lotuses, and white flames all vanished, revealing once again a sky of extraordinary blue. Had it not been for the magnificent blood sword floating high in the sky, the great battle that had just taken place would have seemed as though it had never occurred at all. Naturally, Han Li and the others were well aware that their opponent would certainly not allow them to succeed so easily. Indeed, as soon as the three of them had launched into their advance, spatial ripples surged on both sides of the blood sword, and a brilliant silver glow spread out, revealing two middle-aged cultivators with remarkably similar appearances. Both wore rich brocade robes, their heads bound with purple sashes, and they regarded the three with a cold, composed demeanor. The Long family has sent out their forces—given the young master's Tianfeng blood, they truly seem determined to make it happen." Ye Chu said, his expression dark. "The technique of nurturing ghosts and driving away spirits is indeed quite tenacious." The white-robed young lady felt a deep sense of concern. "I had hoped our brother would be able to identify the senior master among the Ye family who had been secretly stationed in the Wood Clan. It turns out to be none other than Miss Chu. When the young lady was at the height of her fame, she suddenly vanished—our brother had already found that rather unusual. Now, with you having reached the peak of the Lianxu stage, it's clear that Miss Chu must have a special destiny in the Wood Clan." After exchanging glances with each other, one of them chuckled and said, while the other remained silent, her expression clearly unkind. "Both of you have achieved the Lianxu stage midway within just a millennium—this is no slow progress at all. Yet, your decision to launch such a decisive campaign against our young master seems rather bold." Ye Chu raised his eyebrows, speaking frankly. "Ha ha! My young master is about to achieve great success—endowed with both dragon and phoenix true blood, with great promise for merging into a higher state. What more could I possibly say?" The middle-aged man beamed with pride and laughed loudly. "As for that Yin-Yang Dual-Polarity Technique—wasn't it deliberately sold to me? Otherwise, with the Blood Crystal Moho Sword and the Heavenly Phoenix Blood, how could the phoenix blood have been so easily separated?" The white-robed maiden's eyes flashed with cold intensity, and suddenly she sharply asked the two of them. Upon hearing this, the two Llong family cultivators exchanged glances, but then one merely chuckled: "Let's cut to the chase! With these two brothers here, you won't be able to disturb my young master in the slightest." They clearly had no intention of answering. "Master, let's act now. Further words will do no good," said Ye Chu, coldly. With a single breath, a jade-green glow surged from his body, rippling outward in concentric waves, with tree shadows and flower groves subtly visible within. The young woman then pressed her palms together, and the green light instantly shot upward, enveloping the two opponents The two from Long's family, almost simultaneously, shook their sleeves and each produced either an ancient crimson scroll or a darkly painted scroll. One raised his hand, gently touching the blood-scroll. As the scroll flipped, countless blood-script symbols emerged and transformed into several crimson magical figures, each of which opened its mouth and launched beams of bloodlight toward the protective azure glow below. At the same time, the middle-aged cultivator mentally activated his spell, slowly unrolling the black scroll, which was shrouded in mist, and a gust of black wind surged forth, heading directly for the azure glow. As the beams of bloodlight and the black wind intertwined, they successfully held off the surging azure glow, causing explosive clashes that reverberated continuously. Seeing this, the white-robed young woman frowned, then flipped her hands. In one hand, a golden sword appeared, radiating brilliant light, while in the other, a circular jade ring shimmered with a fresh, emerald glow. With a swift motion, both objects soared upward toward the opposite side. (First chapter!