"Please inspect the age and quality of the spirit flowers personally," the young creature exclaimed, quickly responding. At the same time, the golden-mantled giant ape flipped his two massive hands, and a bright white light flashed before him—two jade boxes filled with wood lily flowers now appeared in front of him. He then gently offered one box to each of the three elders. The young male from the Sky-Peacock clan hesitated slightly before accepting both boxes and opening them. Immediately, a golden glow filled his vision, and a rich, fragrant aroma of flowers wafted toward him. The three Sky-Peacock elders were first startled, then beamed with delight. "Indeed, these are wood lilies over a thousand years old—of the highest quality," said the young Sky-Peacock woman, carefully examining one bloom and then excitedly adding. "That's excellent. It's rare that you've submitted such high-quality spirit flowers. The other offerings seem a bit lacking—could you please tell me about them?" The Sky-Peacock elder, now in his thirties, slightly softened his expression, his earlier enthusiasm dimming as he asked with measured concern. Seeing this, the four spirits felt relieved, knowing they were likely to At once, they successively produced various offerings from their bodies, for the three Tianpeng people to carefully count. "Indeed, the golden essence crystal insects and golden mother coral sand are a bit short, and the number of green-light trees is only half...," the young Tianpeng man listed the items falling short one by one. "Good—what's missing isn't much. The surplus of wood bell flowers also manages to make up the gap. This time, you've fulfilled your tribute. As a reward for your efforts in subduing the slave traces, here are the elixirs. For next time, we'll expect even more wood bell flowers." The thirty-year-old Tianpeng man nodded, then gently shook his sleeve, and four jade bottles of a jade green hue shot out, landing in the hands of the four. The four immortals eagerly accepted the small bottles, offering continuous thanks. After collecting the offerings, the three Tianpeng people made no further stay, immediately rising and departing from the small beasts' dwelling. The four spirits respectfully escorted the Tianpeng beings to outside the main gate, only relaxing fully and returning to their abode after witnessing the three Tianpeng beings transform into three large birds and take flight. There, they resumed their discussions about their major plans. Naturally, these spirits were unaware that, in a corner of the hall, a golden insect had been quietly resting since some time ago—motionless, as though lifeless. At the same time, Han Li concealed himself behind the three large birds, his eyes constantly shifting with keen attention. He had just observed the entire process of the Tianpeng beings collecting tribute from the small beast's dwelling. He now assumed they were heading back to the central gathering grounds of the Tianpeng clan. His next step was to follow these three Tianpeng beings for a while, seeking a safe and reliable route back to the Tianyuan Continent. After all, this vast sea region was so expansive—how could he be certain of no hidden dangers lurking somewhere? Han Li did not wish to find himself unexpectedly deep within the domain of some powerful entity, unaware of it. Moreover, the Fēlíng race appeared so similar to the Huárén race that finding the gathering grounds of the Tiānpéng clan and blending in with them, gathering intelligence and the necessary materials and elixirs, would not be particularly difficult. Perhaps the other ethnic groups also possessed many rare treasures akin to the Jīn Mí Jīng Chóng. After all, unlike the Huárén, the same items held immense value for the Huárén, while for the Fēlíng race they might merely be ordinary. With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Han Li felt a growing warmth and became even more cautious in following the three Tiānpéng individuals. Thanks to his divine abilities, as long as the three travelers did not venture beyond a hundred li of his spiritual awareness, he would never lose sight of them. Thus, the three birds proceeded steadily along the coastal waters of the peninsula, flying for over two months, until finally, Han Li, from afar, caught sight of a dark line stretching across the horizon. He had finally reached the coastline of Tiānyuán Continent. At that moment, the three Tianpeng people had already plunged headlong into the land. Near the seaside lay a complex terrain of interconnected hills and ridges. Han Li couldn't afford to delay, so he swiftly increased his speed, halving the distance between himself and the scene. But just then, a sudden change occurred ahead! Suddenly, a giant bird with two heads, along with seven or eight other beings each bearing dual wings, appeared in front of the three Tianpeng people. As soon as they emerged, they immediately encircled the three Tianpeng people, displaying a clearly hostile demeanor. Han Li was momentarily startled, yet he did not slow his pace at all. After a short while, he reached a point only about two hundred zhang away from the incident and gently halted his flight. The giant bird with two heads was particularly fierce—ten zhang long, one head resembling a tiger's, the other a serpent's—its feathers shimmered in vibrant, multicolored hues. The seven or eight winged figures were equally grim in appearance, their dual wings not only larger than those of the three Tianpeng clan members, but blazing crimson, as if burning fiercely. The three Tianpeng individuals instantly reverted to human form, standing shoulder to shoulder with serious expressions. "Tianming, what does this mean? This is our Tianpeng clan's territory—why have you people from the Chi Rong clan appeared here, blocking our path? Don't you fear the penalties from the Decade of Discipline?" The mid-thirties Tianpeng man shouted sharply at one of the gathered men, his red robe flowing with authority and his broad frame bald at the top. "Heh, as long as we're here, we have no fear of the Decade of Discipline. Just hand over all your belongings and pledge your allegiance to our Chi Rong clan, and perhaps we'll let you off with a warning." The man chuckled warmly. "What belongings?" Feng Xiao's face slightly tightened, but soon settled back into calm. "Fu Xiao, there's no need to hide any longer—she must be the Mu Linghua," the bald man said, his voice solemn and eerie... "How could Mu Linghua, such a rare treasure, be on our bodies? Are you truly not aware, Tian Ming? You must be mistaken. Tian Peng firmly denied. 'Denial means nothing. Soon enough, I'll search you thoroughly.' By the way, I almost forgot to mention—your last Saint Master of the Tian Peng clan, who carried the true Kung Peng blood, was attacked and fell four months ago by three creatures from the Earth's Deep Realm—the Jing Jing Sheng. The Tian Peng clan has now been officially removed from the Fei Ling clan. It's only a matter of time.' The man laughed loudly. Upon hearing this, the three Kung Peng clan members were stunned. 'Nonsense! How could such a master of extraordinary prowess be stopped by just three Jing Jing Sheng creatures? Even if he couldn't win, how could he have been blocked from escaping?' The young Tian Peng man clearly didn't believe it. "Hehe, if the creature were merely ordinary, it wouldn't be able to stop Master Kungpeng. But what if it had already sustained serious injuries, with both wings severely damaged—so badly that it can no longer transform and fly?" The bald man extended his fiery wings behind him, speaking with a clearly unkind tone. "You think by saying that we'll believe you? Let's cut to the chase—no matter how dazzling your words, don't expect us three to hand over the items." The middle-aged man from the Tianpeng clan composed himself, responding coldly. The other two young couples also radiated flashes of lightning, standing firm and unyielding. Seeing this, the bald man from the Chirong clan snorted, his eyes flashing with growing determination. He himself was at the Mid-Stage of Transformation, while the others were only at the Initial Stage. Adding to that, there was also the massive two-headed bird. Overall, their combined strength clearly surpassed that of the three Tianpeng clan members by several times. Yet, if the Tianpeng people were fully committed to fleeing, the group still didn't feel confident in securing all three of them. After all, the Chirong clan wasn't particularly renowned for their speed. When pursuing peers of the same rank, they often found themselves unable to catch up. Yet, since the Han had chosen to lead the ambush here, they must have anticipated this very issue. A flash of grim determination passed over the Han's face as he raised his hand. In a moment, all the silk meshes intertwined and fused, sealing off the entire space within hundreds of paces, forming a vast enclosure. When the enclosure was fully established, the three streaks of electricity barely managed to escape the web. As the electric streaks faded, the three Tianpeng figures stepped into view, each now pale. "Though this is merely a basic magical net designed to imprison demons, it has successfully held you for a while. Wind-Xiao, you truly managed to find enough time, under our relentless assault, to tear through this net? Then, I urge you to surrender. I'll make one final appeal—should you refuse, don't expect me to honor our past relationships." The bearded man, delighted that the net had unexpectedly succeeded in trapping the three Tianpeng, spoke with enthusiasm. "Together, we will swiftly break through this magical net!" Wind Xiao paid no attention to the Han warrior, instead calmly instructing his two companions with a composed expression. Then, he rubbed his hands together and snapped them forward, launching two thick electric arcs that surged straight toward the blue giant net in front of him. At the same time, the young male and female members of the Tian Peng clan opened their mouths without hesitation, each spewing out a wide, bowl-sized electric arc, joining the assault. A series of thunderous crashes followed, as blue light and silver glimmers interwove and flashed across the net, causing the entire magical confinement net to tremble. Seeing this, the bald Han warrior, Tian Ming, erupted in rage and roared, "Engage! None shall escape!" Then, he rolled through the air, transforming into a massive crimson bird several zhang long, and with a single flap of his wings, unleashed a wave of roaring flames, charging directly at the three Tian Peng figures in the sky. The other members of the Chi Rong clan followed suit, each casting their spells and transforming into fiery birds to surround and attack the enemy. Thus, the three Tianpeng warriors could not focus on attacking the Confining Spirit Net and had to transform into silver great birds, spewing lightning to meet the oncoming foes. For a moment, flames surged in the sky, lightning flashed wildly, and the air around them became intensely hot. Yet the two-headed giant bird remained poised and motionless, proud and unyielding. Han Li sighed, feeling both amused and a bit helpless. At that very moment, he too found himself enveloped within the Confining Spirit Net. (First chapter!