These individuals have already reached the rank of Saint Clan. Once they enter the Great Perfection path, the disparity in their divine abilities becomes vastly greater than the difference between those at the Lingxu and Héti stages. Under normal circumstances, several Lingxu peak-level practitioners could stand a chance against a single Héti initial-level one. However, when it comes to several Héti peak-level practitioners facing a Great Perfection initial-level one, they would merely have the option of fleeing in panic. This is because, upon entering the Great Perfection stage, they become essentially half-true immortals, capable of perceiving and internalizing some of the most powerful celestial laws during cultivation—something that even Héti-level beings cannot match. As for the final Dujie stage, it is essentially merely a nominal classification. Aside from a slight qualitative improvement in their cultivation and spiritual power, their divine abilities do not increase significantly compared to those at the peak of the Great Perfection stage. Moreover, the Dujie stage itself lacks clear distinctions between early and late phases. Most practitioners remain off the world stage, focusing solely on preparing for the true immortal celestial storm in order to achieve ascension. Therefore, during the Great Vehicle stage, such beings had already become the most powerful entities in the spiritual realm, aside from the true celestial and terrestrial immortals. When the four elders saw that the purple little creature they had captured was actually a direct blood relative of a Great Vehicle-stage Human-Faced Dragon, it would have been impossible for them not to feel apprehensive. However, they were currently within Yun City, surrounded by so many high-ranking members from various clans. If the Human-Faced Dragon had merely come alone to bother them, even if he possessed the rank of True Immortal, they would not have taken him seriously. The crucial point was that the young man from the Fei family—someone they personally knew—had a close familiarity with the Human-Faced Dragon and had even personally brought him here. Thus, it would have been utterly impossible to rally others to attack him. In such circumstances, how could the four elders not feel afraid? Had it not been for the Fei youth’s timely intervention and his successful defense of the Human-Faced Dragon against their initial assault, they would have surely fled in panic without hesitation. "Very well," said one of the elders, "I shall give the Fei brother this courtesy and spare their lives." "But though he may escape the death penalty, he will surely face serious charges for the suffering he inflicted upon the young girl." The man in the silver robe remained silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled. With a strange motion of his arm, he swiftly extended his fingers and delivered a lightning-fast slash toward the old man. A flash of silver light—before the old man could react, his side arm grew cold and was severed as if by an invisible blade. A gush of blood erupted. The old man was stunned, still unable to respond when, suddenly, a figure shifted before him—the young man of the Fei surname now appeared beside him, gently patting the severed arm with one hand. A surge of green light radiated out, instantly halting the bleeding and visibly healing the wound as it gradually closed and reformed. Before the old man could pale and speak further, the young man merely raised his hand and said calmly, "Since Brother Tu has already dealt with you, he will not touch any of you again. But this matter cannot be settled so easily. I don't care how you four manage it—whether by borrowing or by seizing!" Each of you must immediately present one hundred million ling stones as a token of goodwill to settle the matter for Tu's young lady. If any of you are unwilling, then each of you shall cut off one of your arms yourself." Hearing this, the four elders breathed a collective sigh of relief. While one hundred million ling stones might seem like a substantial sum, it was certainly something they would gladly offer to resolve such a serious matter. Otherwise, even though they were currently unharmed, being watched over by a senior cultivator of the Great Perfection stage, they could not remain hidden in Yun City forever. As for the old elder, though he had lost an arm and suffered some blood loss, at their level of cultivation, such injuries as limb amputation and reattachment were merely minor matters. Thus, without hesitation, the four elders gathered together and managed to collect four bags of ling stones, which they then respectfully presented to the young man of the Fei surname. The young man grasped the four bags in his hands and then turned to smile gently: "Although this amount of ling stones cannot entirely quell Tu's anger, the Land Friend's party, being visitors to your Zuiwei Sea for the first time, are indeed considered first-time offenders." "For the face of Fei here, this matter shall be settled now." The silver-robed man, who had been observing silently since the beginning, remained gloomily composed even as the young man spoke. Yet upon glancing from the old man's broken arm to the young man's smiling face, and after a brief pause of thought, he finally nodded with a reluctant gesture. "Very well. For the sake of Fei's favor, I'll forgive them this time. But from now on, they must never set foot again in Zuiwei Sea. Should they be caught, don't expect me to honor our past friendship." As he spoke, the once-clear, refined features of the man with the human face suddenly began to blur with faint silver patterns, his expression growing more fierce. "Of course. Should Lu and his companions dare to intrude again, the four of them will automatically lose their status as guest dignitaries of Tianyun. That is entirely up to you." The young man named Fei, unsurprised by the silver-robed man's response, smiled gently and tossed the jade pouch in his hand toward him. Several elders grew pale and flushed, their faces shifting between red and white, with sweat pouring down their foreheads. The man in the silver robe, however, calmly reached out and took the four bags of spiritual stones, his expression easing slightly. As the bags vanished in a shimmer of light, he suddenly tapped the small creature on its back with his hand. Instantly, a swirl of purple light rippled through, and the creature dissolved, replaced by a young girl of about six or seven years old. The girl had porcelain skin, black eyes, and several short purple braids tied at her head, looking especially endearing. Many present were momentarily struck by this transformation. Clearly, the creature had previously been unable to transform, yet it instantly took on human form simply upon being tapped by the man in the silver robe—demonstrating the great power of the human-faced dragon's magic. Though now human-shaped, the creature remained tightly embracing the silver-robed man, opening her mouth to emit soft "yay-yay" sounds, pointing continuously at the elders, occasionally clenching her little fists, her face full of quiet distress. "Well, they've learned their lesson now, and that's that. This incident has also served as a lesson for you—after all, who else would have been so disobedient? Go back immediately and focus on your cultivation. You shall not leave the estate a single step until you've advanced to the point of being able to transform into your own form." The man in silver robes displayed a tone of indulgent affection, yet his voice grew firm and serious. "May your journey be safe!" Seeing that the humanoid-jacal no longer posed any trouble to the old man and his companions, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief. The four elderly gentlemen from the Lu family were all esteemed guests of Yun City, and as members of the Sacred Clan, they could hardly be completely eliminated in front of everyone. Yet he absolutely did not wish to offend the jacal family. Aside from the jacal's formidable powers, merely recalling his wife—the very presence of whom stirred a tremor within him—made him feel deeply respectful. Otherwise, even if the jacal had some personal rapport with him, he would not have so easily brought her here, in front of so many people, and allowed himself to suffer such a significant embarrassment. Resolving the matter in this manner was truly the best possible outcome. The silver-robed man nodded, turned around, and as his body shimmered with inner light, he prepared to vanish into the distance. But at that very moment, the young girl in his arms suddenly grasped his robe with one hand, spoke a few words in a lively, infantile tone, and finally pointed with her finger toward a certain direction on the platform. "What? Is this really happening?" The human-faced, dragon-bodied figure gathered a shimmer of light and emitted a sound of surprise. "Tu brother, what did your daughter say that surprised you so much?" The young man with the Fei surname paused, unable to help but ask. "Nothing special—perhaps she encountered a half-blooded descendant related to my wife?" The human-faced dragon replied, yet his gaze shifted toward the direction the child had pointed. Intrigued, the young man also narrowed his eyes and turned to look. To their surprise, many of the people who had been seated there suddenly looked pale upon being simultaneously observed by the two great cultivators. Even though they were certain they had no connection to the event, they could not help but feel uneasy. Han Li himself also appeared unusually composed. Others might have been aware of the situation, but he was absolutely certain that the child had pointed at him—indeed, it was almost certain. Yet he had no idea whatsoever why the child had chosen to point at him. After the two—one with a human face and a jade surname—had stepped onto the stage, it seemed someone had subtly adjusted the situation, so that while the audience could see what was happening on stage, they could hear not a single word of the conversation. In this very moment, an overwhelmingly powerful divine awareness swept across the area in a single instant, causing several people to grow pale as it passed over them. As the awareness touched his body, Han felt as though his entire being had been completely revealed, a sensation of cold dread spreading through him—like being fixed by an immense, untamed beast that could not be resisted. His heart sank slightly, then suddenly he noticed the silver-robed man's gaze sharpening, locking onto him with intensity among so many others. Immediately, the man lifted his leg, and in the next moment, Han felt a sudden blur—when he looked down, a figure had appeared in front of his seat. It was the man transformed into a human-faced dragon, cradling the young girl transformed into a purple creature in his arms. The girl blinked her dark, curious eyes, gazing at him with interest. "May I have the honor of meeting you, sir?" Han Li felt uneasy inside, yet managed to remain composed on the surface, rising to bow respectfully to the man in silver robes. Facing a being at the Great Transcendence stage, he naturally dared not offend him in any way. "Indeed, there is a faint trace of your mother's lineage in you—though very subtle. Even if there is a bit of bloodline, it's so thin that it can be entirely overlooked. As for you, the young girl, you've inherited neither the great powers of your mother nor even the most useful of her abilities—instead, you've taken on a rather useless sense of perception. Since your connection to her is so tenuous, let us go." The man studied Han Li for a moment before shaking his head coldly. Without waiting for the girl to speak, a flash of silver light rippled over his body, and he instantly transformed into a streak of silver light, shooting swiftly toward the outer door of the hall.