"It's not a place for conversation," the young woman said, calmly and matter-of-factly, then turned and drifted gently toward a certain direction. Han Li's expression shifted between gloomy and uncertain, but eventually he simply followed. Facing a formidable being at the mid-Body Consolidation stage or beyond, and situated within a foreign holy city, he had no chance to escape. Moreover, the young woman's demeanor suggested she wasn't about to raise her hand immediately—so he had to comply with her wishes. Though her movements appeared serene and composed, like a gentle breeze or flowing water, free of any urgency or anger, her speed was astonishing. Han Li had to draw upon seven or eight parts of his spiritual power to keep up, and even then, he was forced to suppress all the lingering doubts and thoughts that had been swirling in his mind. After a meal's worth of flight, the young woman finally brought him to a solitary, cylindrical building standing tall at over thirty meters. "Greetings, Senior Elder!" two elegant, youthful daughters of the Tianpeng Clan stepped forward at the entrance, their faces full of respectful courtesy. The golden-winged maiden merely nodded and walked in casually. Han Li followed closely behind, only to find the room far simpler than he had expected. Aside from a few stone chairs and a stone table, the space was otherwise empty. The maiden waved her hand, dismissing the two attendants, then turned and sat down on one of the stone chairs, her lips slightly parted as she said, "Please sit down. I have some questions I'd like to ask you." "How could I take my seat before the senior? I shall listen attentively, then," Han Li replied calmly. "It doesn't matter," the maiden said, showing no concern. Han Li indeed remained standing straight as he had been. "Are you a human cultivator?" the maiden asked after a brief pause, a remark that surprised Han Li. "Have you visited our human race before?" Han Li asked carefully. "Of course I have," she replied. I even paid a visit to Ling Huang, one of the three emperors of the noble lineage, and was deeply impressed by his masterful puppetry technique. In fact, not only I, but several other powerful figures within our Fei Ling clan have also traveled to your human race. Given this favor, feel free to ask me any questions you may have—I will share everything I know. However, when it comes time for me to ask questions, I hope you won’t let me down. Otherwise… The young woman’s final words came out with a natural, fluent command of human language. Upon hearing the subtle implication of the threat, Han Li’s expression slightly tightened, but then settled into calmness. "How did you recognize my identity? Aside from having fully refined my Fenglei Wings, I’ve also employed a secret technique to alter my aura and mimic that of a noble. As long as you don’t personally interact with me or examine my true qi, there should be no anomalies. Otherwise, how could I have dared enter the noble court with such confidence?" Han Li gazed steadily at the young woman, speaking in a steady, serious tone. This issue has long puzzled him. "Your transformation is indeed remarkably successful—so successful that even the city's protective array has been deceived by the Kūnpéng aura emanating from you. Should any of the other elders from our clan merely glance at you without paying close attention, they would hardly notice anything out of the ordinary. But I am different. As the Senior Elder, I am specifically in charge of overseeing our clan's sacred artifacts. Our Tianpeng clan's sacred artifacts possess the ability to penetrate any illusion and directly scan the true qi within a target's body. No matter how refined your transformation technique, it proves entirely ineffective against me." The young woman smiled calmly, and indeed, she spoke the truth. Han Li felt somewhat enlightened, yet soon grew deeply frustrated. "So it seems, if I were to visit other noble branches, I would not easily be detected," he said with a wry smile. "Among our clan's seventy-two sacred artifacts, the sacred artifact of the Youshui clan also possesses a similar ability," the young woman replied, without directly answering, instead lifting a corner of her mouth with a subtle smile. Huan Li remained silent upon hearing this. After a while, he asked one more question: "What exactly is sealed within the Fengling Tower? And what are the so-called Sacred Son and the True Dragon's blood?" Your celestial winged treasure, having refined a fragment of K'un-peng's essence, has somehow enabled the Sacred Spirit to break free from the seal of the Seal of Spirit Tower. This is quite rare—something that has not happened often since the tower's construction. The young girl's gaze flickered, and she asked directly. "Nothing special. I merely refined a damaged feather of the K'un-peng." Han Li furrowed his brow, answering honestly. "A K'un-peng feather? That seems unlikely. Even a complete K'un-peng feather should not stir the Sacred Spirit to such an extent." The girl looked unconvinced. "I'm not sure either," Han Li shook his head, genuinely puzzled. "Hand me your winged treasure!" The girl paused, then gently said. Han Li felt a weight settle in his heart, yet upon meeting the girl's clear, luminous eyes—like flawless jade—he only briefly considered and then slightly shook his shoulders. Instantly, the white wings behind him shimmered with light and vanished completely. Yet at the same time, Han Li found a pair of translucent, feathered wings, each a few inches long, in his hands. With a simple lift of his hand, he actually offered them over. Han Li’s decisive action left the senior elder of the Tianpeng Clan momentarily stunned. She gazed at Han Li’s calm face for a long while before finally smiling slightly and accepting the wings. On his face, Han Li showed no sign of surprise, though within, he could only sigh with quiet frustration. If the person before him were not a late-Stage Consolidation stage or higher, the Wind and Thunder Wings would have been fully absorbed and integrated into his essence long ago. Even if the elder held them firmly, Han Li would have had a six- or seven-in-ten chance of activating the spatial divinity technique inscribed upon the wings, summoning them back instantly. He would never have willingly handed over such a precious treasure. The young woman held the Wind and Thunder Wings in one hand, examining them carefully. After a while, her face took on an expression utterly strange and unusual. With a simple gesture, she tossed the wings back into Han Li’s hands. Han Li felt a great relief, though his hands remained still—yet the Wind The next moment, they appeared silently once more behind Han Li. Unmoved by this sight, the young woman slowly spoke: "I never expected that your treasure not only contains the feathers of the True Saint K'un-peng, but also integrates a feather from the Celestial Phoenix. Now I understand the matter. Still, I would like to hear how you obtained the K'un-peng feather." Han Li was somewhat surprised by this, yet there was nothing to conceal—so he briefly recounted the events of encountering the K'un-peng and Luo Hua's interdimensional battle during his time on the Human Realm. Upon hearing this, the young woman fell into thoughtful silence. After a while, she gazed at Han Li once again, and suddenly spoke words that left him utterly stunned: "Brother Han, I would like to invite you to join our Heavenly Peng Clan as our Saint-Prince." Han Li stood speechless. "Have I misunderstood, then, Master? Would you be suggesting that I join your noble family?" Han Li blinked, feeling as though he had heard something amiss. "Indeed, I have this intention." "But this matter is of great significance, and the specific details still need further discussion with a few other senior elders!" the young woman replied calmly. "Allow me to clarify—I am a human, not a true Tianpeng by birth." After a moment of silence, Han Li finally said this. "You may not be aware of this: the so-called Kungpeng feathers and other Kungpeng relics commonly mentioned are merely remnants left behind by the fallen Kungpeng. The Kungpeng feather you have refined, however, fell directly from the body of a living Kungpeng True Sage. The aura contained within this feather is several times stronger than that of ordinary Kungpeng feathers. Moreover, many of these feathers likely harbor traces of your own refined blood—subtle yet undetected by you. As for our Tianpeng lineage, we are indeed descendants of the original Kungpeng True King. Since you yourself have refined Kungpeng relics and may even carry Kungpeng blood within your veins, it would not be inaccurate to call you a true member of the Tianpeng clan." The young woman spoke with serene grace, her words leaving Han Li utterly astonished. After a while, Han Li finally recovered from his astonishment, gazing at the young woman for a long time with slightly narrowed eyes, and then broke into a light smile. "It is said that the current Holy Master of the Tianpeng Clan has perished, and among the surviving noble family members, there seems to be no one who has inherited the true blood of the Kungpeng. The entire Tianpeng Clan might thus be removed from the list of the Seven Twenty-two Branches of the Feilin Clan. Am I mistaken?" I still don't wish to see the holy city in a state of great chaos. Moreover, I made one mistake—there are actually two heirs capable of inheriting the true holy blood within our Tianpeng clan. However, these two still have relatively low cultivation levels, and even if they succeed, their chances of passing the trials of the various clans are not particularly high. That's why I would like to invite Fr. Han to join our clan." In an instant, the young lady's expression returned to its usual composure. "So, Elder Grandmaster intends for me to serve as a guardian and protector for these two holy heirs!" How perceptive Fr. Han was—within a single glance, he immediately grasped the elder's intention and smiled warmly. (Second update!)