Originally, Han Li had intended to change his appearance and quietly sell a portion of the spiritual herbs and plants he held here. However, due to the disturbance caused by the strange man just now, he could no longer carry out this plan in front of everyone. Thus, after only a brief thought, he immediately abandoned the idea. Han Li stepped out of the side pavilion and arrived at the small open space where the animal carts were parked in front of the auction hall, then cast a gloomy glance toward the opposite side. When he first arrived, he had not noticed anything like the "Chunxiang Pavilion." Now, upon closer inspection, he found such a pavilion indeed. Though not particularly large, it faced the auction hall directly, standing three stories high, with a grand calligraphic plaque inscribed with flowing dragons and phoenixes above its main door. Yet, unlike the bustling activity of the surrounding buildings, the pavilion's entrance remained remarkably quiet—no one had come or gone there for half an hour. That strange man, Duan Tianren, must be somewhere in this attic! Han Li silently pondered, growing somewhat hesitant. The auction would still take some time to begin, and until he understood the true purpose behind this Stone Cocoon elder's visit, he didn't feel particularly inclined to focus on it. Suddenly, he shook his sleeve slightly, extending one hand from within it, and glanced at it expressionlessly. The skin of his hand was as dark as ink—clearly the result of the integration of the Yuanmagnetic Sacred Mountain into his flesh. Han Li frowned. Although Duan Tianren had made great efforts to conceal it, Han Li, with his divine spiritual sight, had still sensed that several of the elder's glances had lingered on this very sleeve. He wasn't sure whether it was the hand itself or the entire arm that had caught the elder's attention. If it was the hand, then Duan Tianren was likely interested in the Yuanmagnetic Sacred Mountain. But if it was the arm... Han Li's heart sank slightly. At the very thought of his arms, Han Li suddenly lifted his other hand, running his fingers over a specific spot on his forearm. Though he felt no anomaly, the long sword formed from the Xuan Tian treasure was indeed sealed within. Could it be that the other party had sensed the presence of this sword? As Han Li pondered this, his unease deepened. Although he still did not fully understand how the human and Feilin peoples, among others, had been affected in succession by this Xuan Tian treasure—some even suffering severe setbacks, such as being sacrificed through blood rites—he had personally witnessed the sword's power and knew well that, should he one day master it, it would enable him to roam freely throughout the spiritual realm. Thus, despite having activated it only once, the sword had already become, in his heart, the second-most important secret after the mysterious small vial—its significance even surpassing that of the mature-bodied golden-feeding insects. Yet the likelihood that the Shijian Clan elder would have perceived the presence of the Xiantian treasure in him was not particularly high—otherwise, the Qianji Zi should have been noticed immediately. As long as the Xiantian treasure remained inactive, even though it resided within his arm, he remained completely undetectable. Of course, it was also possible that the other party had mastered some extraordinary cultivation technique capable of sensing the treasure. Regardless, at this moment, he simply could not contend against a fully established, top-tier cultivator. Even if the other person had not yet channeled the spiritual force he had just transmitted, escaping from the highly vigilant Yun City now seemed utterly impossible. Whether this proved fortunate or unfortunate, only time would tell. Han Li stood in place, his expression shifting between gloom and uncertainty for a while, before finally stomping his foot and walking resolutely toward the Chunxiang Pavilion. Fortunately, even if the other party intended to exploit the Xiantian treasure, their immediate threat to life did not appear imminent. When Han Li entered the Chongxiang Pavilion with a touch of resignation, he found a handsome young member of the Crystal Race standing by the inner door. As soon as Han Li entered, the foreigner, who was at the Ju Dan stage, immediately smiled and approached him. "Master Li," the young man said. "Master Segment has been waiting in Room Four for quite some time. You just follow me." "Then, let's go!" Han Li glanced over the first floor of the pavilion, his face briefly expressing surprise before he nodded. The hall was empty, with nothing in sight except the walls, which shimmered with a soft blue glow, made of an unknown material. The young Crystal Race member nodded in agreement and immediately walked toward a staircase beside the hall, with Han Li following closely. A short while later, Han Li found himself on the third floor, and was led to a room gently illuminated by a soft golden light. The young Crystal Race member paused, then chanted a spell with one hand and raised his hand toward the door. At that moment, a streak of silver shot forth from his sleeve, and as he stepped aside, the young man bowed respectfully and stood to one side. After a while, a voice came from within the room: "Since the guests have arrived, they may enter." Hearing this, Han Li was taken aback, his expression one of surprise and doubt. The voice was calm and gentle—clearly that of a woman. Yet at that very instant, a golden glow parted before him, and the room door gently swung open. After a brief pause, Han Li took a deep breath and stepped inside. The door closed once more, the golden glow sealing it shut. "Respectfully bowing to the two senior masters!" Han Li scanned the room with steady eyes and then bowed formally with both hands. Inside the spacious chamber, adorned with ancient elegance, two figures sat facing each other at a table—one was Duan Tianren, and the other a beautiful woman of about thirty, of the Jin race, with the early stage of a combined body cultivation. It seemed clear that the woman who had just greeted Han Li was indeed the one. "Lai, please don't bother with formalities—sit down," the woman smiled. Meanwhile, Duan Tianren was holding a delicate pink wine pitcher on the table, pouring a generous stream of wine into her mouth, and yet, even when her gaze briefly fell upon Han Li, she did not pause her actions. The wine in the pitcher must be of a special kind—though Han Li, who didn't drink much, found its rich, deep, and fragrant aroma immediately captivating. Since the woman had made the initial approach, Han Li felt no further need for ceremony. He bowed once more and settled into a chair nearby. At that moment, the woman's clear, bright eyes swept over Han Li. Han Li noticed, however, that when her gaze passed over the sleeve of his robe, there was a barely perceptible pause, followed immediately by a quick shift in focus. It seemed Duan Tianren had already shared some information with her. Han Li furrowed his brows, realizing that this matter was far from minor. The crystal clan members are all exceptionally intelligent; those who reach the Consolidated Stage are truly prodigious. To pass off as ordinary before them is no easy task. "Alright, the guests have arrived, and I've fully informed you of all the matters at hand. As for what comes next, it's entirely up to Lady Cai. I'm a rather plain man, with little inclination for thinking things through. But whatever the final outcome, I insist on securing a significant share of the rewards," said Duan Tianren, finally draining the entire spirit wine from the wine pitcher, setting it down, and wiping his lips with the sleeve of his robe. "Why hurry, Brother Duan? I've only just heard your words—whether they're truly accurate still requires some verification," smiled the elegant crystal clan lady. "It doesn't matter, Lady. After all, I've personally tested everything, and it's all genuine. By the way, your Nine-Aroma Wine has grown even richer and more refined—would you please serve me another pitcher?" "Duan Tianren initially remained silent, but then shook his wine pitcher with a gesture that revealed his simmering discontent. "Duan brother, you truly treat my Chongxiang Pavilion like a tavern. This Jiuxiang Ling Wine is crafted only once every hundred years—ten to twelve jars at most—and yet you've drunk three full pitchers today. Next time you visit, I'll have to settle for ordinary Ling Wine." The woman with the delicate, pink complexion glanced at Duan Tianren with a look of mild disapproval, but then with a flash of luminous grace, a jade-green wine jar materialized in her hands. She rose and refilled Duan Tianren's pitcher. "Ha ha! That's because, in all of Yun City, only the Fairy of the Wine can brew this special wine. I've actually requested the recipe from you on several occasions. Unfortunately, the Fairy is most particular—she's extremely protective of her secret. It's quite puzzling, really, since the Fairy herself doesn't drink wine at all, yet she manages to produce a wine that's acclaimed as the very best in Yun City." Duan Tianren lifted the pitcher, took another hearty sip, and then smiled warmly. "The first spiritual wine of Yuncheng is merely the favor of some of our friends—indeed, not out of any stinginess on my part. Rather, the brewing method is directly linked to the cultivation technique I have been practicing. Even if I hand it over to any of you, it would never be able to produce the 'Nine-Aroma Spiritual Wine.'" The beautiful woman covered her lips with her jade hands and smiled lightly. Duan Tianren heard this and chuckled, taking another large sip of wine, then said nothing further. At the same time, she reached into her sleeve and produced a golden wine cup the size of a clenched fist. Holding the wine jar steady, she poured it full and gently pushed it toward Han Li. The wine cup glided forward, slowly enveloped in a shimmering green light. "Li friend's arrival here is surely a matter of fate—your visit has brought you a connection with my Orchid Hall. Why not try the Nine-Aroma Spiritual Wine?" The woman smiled warmly as Han Li instinctively reached out to take the cup. "Thank you so much for the wine, esteemed elder!" Han Li bowed his thanks, yet did not drink it immediately. Instead, he lowered his gaze and The so-called "Nine-Aroma Elixir Wine" was translucent and viscous, with a delicate hint of rose pink, appearing as vivid and lustrous as a jade lake under the golden wine glass. Not to mention the extraordinary fragrance emanating from the glass—just a light sniff revealed that the scent changed several times within a single breath, truly astonishing. "My elixir not only boasts an exceptional aroma, but also clears the eyes and lightens the body. Each sip can save me months of grueling meditation," the graceful woman said, her eyes gleaming with quiet confidence. "Such marvels in this wine, I must say, are truly a great fortune for me," Han Li replied, now certain that the wine was free of any flaw, and promptly lifted his cup to take a sip.