"So that's it!" Han Li murmured, his mind now clear about this Yinhe realm. "Well, I can answer the final question now. Have you thought it over carefully?" Mu Qing said coldly. "I would like to know exactly what you, the elder, would like me to do once I enter the Yinhe realm!" Han Li pondered before asking. Although he also wanted to inquire about the intentions of the several immortal kings to enter the Yinhe realm, he was more concerned with matters directly related to himself. Without a clear understanding of this, he simply couldn't feel at ease. "You really want to know this?" Mu Qing was somewhat surprised. "Indeed, please state it clearly!" Han Li affirmed without hesitation. "Since you've made it a point to use up your final question, I have no reason not to be specific. It's quite simple—I would like you to accompany me in retrieving an item of great value to me. However, this item is guarded by a particularly powerful monster, and it would be difficult for me to retrieve it alone. Only your Bixie Divine Thunder can effectively counter the monster's defenses." The woman said calmly. "Monsters! Isn't the realm of the Underworld known primarily for spirits and ghosts?" Han Li furrowed his brows, slightly astonished. "Indeed, the area is dominated by ghosts and spirits, but there are also some monsters living among them. As for the reason, I can't explain it—nor do I fully understand it myself." Mu Qing spoke with unwavering confidence. Han Li was left speechless. "But rest assured. With the protection of the divine, purifying thunder and my personal intervention, I'll easily eliminate these monsters. Furthermore, as long as we succeed in obtaining what you seek, I'll personally gift you another precious item—one that I'm certain you'll find highly interesting, as a holy prince of the Fei Ling clan." Mu Qing's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. "What item?" Han Li expressed a touch of doubt. "During the great surge of demons in the Deep Earth, I once risked my life to defeat a senior elder of the Fei Ling clan and recovered a vial of their true holy blood. As far as I know, even if it's not the genuine holy blood of your own lineage, it remains an invaluable treasure among the various branches of the Fei Ling clan." Mu Qing spoke with dignified composure. "Which true Saint's blood is this?" Han Li was genuinely surprised. "The true spirit blood of the Five-Colored Peacock. How do you find it? Even if you cannot use it directly, bringing it back to your clan would surely bring immense benefits." Mu Qing's tone carried a clear sense of allure. It was no wonder—besides the Fei Ling clan, which has always regarded true spirit blood as sacred, even other ethnic groups would treasure it immensely. After all, true spirit blood possesses unparalleled and miraculous effects in both alchemy and craftsmanship. Moreover, the Five-Colored Peacock stands out among the true spirit beings of the avian class, renowned and formidable. Han Li felt a sudden surge of joy. Among the twelve transformations he had mastered in the Jing Ze Sect, three of them were precisely the secret techniques of the Five-Colored Peacock. As soon as he absorbed this spirit blood into his body, he could immediately begin practicing the corresponding incantation and transform into a divine Five-Colored Peacock. The more transformations he learned in the Jing Ze Sect, the greater and more powerful his capabilities would become. According to the Jingzhe Ju, every additional transformation mastered would increase the power of previously learned transformation abilities by thirty percent. In theory, if all transformations were mastered and fully integrated, the post-transformation strength could be amplified more than fourfold. Of course, the original transformation abilities would also grow significantly as the practitioner's cultivation level advances. The multiple-fold enhancement of the Jingzhe Ju is achieved on this foundation. With the addition of various true spirit grand techniques that can be wielded after transformation, the formidable nature of the Jingzhe Ju becomes evident. Moreover, the technique "Five-Color Divine Light" possessed by the Five-Color Peacock is renowned throughout the spiritual realm. It is said that wherever this true spirit Five-Color Divine Light passes, all five elements are rendered immobile—similar in effect to Han Li's Yuanmagnetic Divine Light. Naturally, the actual power of the two techniques differs vastly. Han Li's expression remained calm, yet a subtle spark of surprise clearly registered in his eyes, unnoticed by Mu Qing. With a gentle smile, she added, "It seems that Brother Han has no objections to this five-colored peacock's true spirit blood. Then it shall be settled as such. I will first hand over half of my true spirit blood to you, and later deliver the other half upon completion of the matter." As soon as Mu Qing finished speaking, she lightly tapped her palm against the golden flower beneath her. Instantly, a small crimson bottle sprang out from the flower. The young woman reached out and caught it, and it flew directly toward Han Li. Han Li's eyes flashed with surprise as he swiftly grasped the bottle and immediately opened the lid. At that moment, a clear chime echoed from within the crimson bottle, followed by a burst of five-colored light, as if something were about to emerge. With a crisp "pop," Han Li promptly sealed the lid once again without hesitation. In that very instant, he used his divine awareness to scan the contents of the bottle. Though he had never seen true spirit blood before, the remarkable aura emanating from it clearly indicated that it was genuine. "Thank you, elder, for bestowing this spirit blood!" Han Li didn't hesitate, taking the blood vial and bowing in thanks. "Heh, just don't forget to lend a hand when it's time—just show up whenever you're needed. You may now leave this place. As long as you don't venture beyond the third level, you may choose any location within the Earth's Deep Realm to settle and train. In a few years, once we're ready, we'll summon you again." Mu Qing nodded, then unexpectedly issued a formal farewell. Han Li paused, his expression shifting, before bowing once more and with a surge of azure light, transformed into a streak of jade-green light and vanished into the distance. A few flashes later, the light was completely gone, as if it had never been. Mu Qing watched the streak of light fade, and the faint smile that had lingered in her eyes vanished entirely. Moments later, she suddenly pressed a hand seal. Instantly, a flash of black light rippled across the surface of the golden flower, and a black luminous array materialized in midair. With a swift movement, Mu Qing disappeared from the golden flower, and the black array dissolved and faded behind her. At the same time, within the wooden essence cave where Mu Qing was practicing, the grand gate of Cui Yin Academy, sealed by multiple layers of incantations, shimmered with a hue of light. Mu Qing's form emerged. As soon as she appeared, she lifted her head to gaze at the gate before her, then stepped forward with a steady motion. "Pffft!" The layers of incantations on the gate, like ripples on a disturbed surface, spread out in concentric waves through the air. Yet Mu Qing's figure shimmered with a cascade of dark light, vanishing instantly into the gate. The next moment, her form appeared on the other side of the gate. Before her, however, unfolded a vast garden filled with colorful giant flowers. Each flower was enormous—some several zhang in height, others several chi in size—some blooming in the wind, others tightly closed in bud. Every single giant flower radiated a remarkable aura of spiritual energy. A winding path ran through the midst of these magnificent blooms. Mu Qing stepped confidently onto the path, walking slowly through the flower beds. After what seemed like a full cup of tea's worth of time, having passed through countless towering blossoms, the flower beds suddenly vanished, and in their place emerged a lush, green meadow. At the center of the meadow stood a massive pine tree, entirely black in hue. This tree stood over fifty or sixty paces tall—unusually immense—but its form was remarkably peculiar. As if divided by an invisible line running through its trunk, one half of the tree was lush and densely leafy, while the other half was dry, shriveled, and bare of leaves, resembling dead wood. Upon gazing at this towering black tree, Mu Qing's eyes sparkled with wonder, and he halted at a distance of over ten paces. Almost simultaneously, the dense, leafy half of the tree suddenly flashed with luminous energy, and a cascade of black mist surged forth, directly toward Mu Qing's seat. To everyone's astonishment, as the black mist enveloped him, the black glow on his body immediately peeled away, revealing beneath him a slender, graceful, and alluring figure. Her true form gradually revealed itself—turning out to be a graceful young woman with slightly dark skin. While she might not be considered a paragon of beauty, the intense, almost solid aura of martial energy radiating from her features stirred awe and fear in anyone who merely glanced at her. "Is Master Jin here!" the woman stared at the massive black tree for a moment, then suddenly issued a cold, sharp command. A flash of golden light appeared in the void, and a golden figure materialized before Mu Qing, extending both hands in a respectful bow: "Presenting myself to the Master. Jin Ling has been here the entire time!" The golden figure was a towering, three-foot-long golden ape, glowing with radiant light, bearing two short spears on its back, with half a foot of snowy white beard and dark, luminous eyes, displaying a demeanor of utmost courtesy. "Please rise, Master Jin," Mu Qing addressed the golden ape with remarkable politeness, gently helping it to stand, then asked in a warm tone, "Has anyone come to spy on this place recently?" "No. Jin Ling has remained closely attached to the Master's form over the past two years, and no anomalies have been observed," the ape "Very well, these years have truly been a great burden for Master Jin. You know, though my abilities may not fall far short of the others, the very body formed by the spirit of the spiritual pine tree has a fatal weakness inherent in its original form. That is why I have had to rely so heavily on Master Jin's constant care." Mu Qing sighed. "Master, why do you need to say such things? When I was but a common wild ape playing about beneath your body, often making simple antics. Had it not been for your enlightenment and constant support, how could I have risen to become Jin Ling today? Moreover, last time, Jin Ling, in a moment of oversight, fell victim to a well-planned diversion strategy orchestrated by another, nearly having my body seized. Had it not been for your foresight and willingness to sacrifice half of your own vital energy, self-exploding to injure the intruders, I might have already made a truly irreparable mistake. Even so, it seems that restoring your spiritual pine body to its original state will still take many more years." The ancient ape spoke with a deeply humble expression. "The incident last time need not be blamed upon you." It was merely a lapse on my part—I assumed that all six of them were with me, and thus no one could threaten my true form, which allowed them to exploit the opening. Yet, since this person managed to sneak into the very place where my original spiritual eyes were concealed and also pre-emptively diverted your attention, they must be someone exceptionally familiar with every aspect of the Wood Spirit Cavern. I have a good sense of who this person is. Still, this individual is acting under someone else's direction, and I didn't want to alert them prematurely, risking the grand plans for the Yin He region. Therefore, I've deliberately kept this matter concealed. Once I return from Yin He and have secured everything I sought, I will personally extract this person's essence and strip them bare—paying full restitution for the harm they've caused to my true form." Wood Qing's expression darkened, and a glint of determination flashed in his eyes.