"We haven't truly given up. After we reunite with the others, we'll immediately take up positions right at the exit. This person will surely encounter us again on his way out of the Magic Golden Mountain Range." The young beast hesitated before speaking with conviction. Upon hearing this, the other four beasts—including the Serpent-Headed Dragon—offered no further objections, clearly showing great confidence in the young creature. Thus, with the wind stirring, the five beasts promptly began to fly back along their original route. Meanwhile, Han Li had already been flying for hundreds of thousands of miles, remaining vigilant and cautious throughout. Though he had successfully escaped the pursuing forces, his expression remained neither relaxed nor composed—his brows were slightly furrowed. After this half-day of flight, he had completely deviated from his initial path. To return to the entrance of the Magic Golden Mountain Range, he would now have to take a different route. This would mean not only unfamiliar terrain, but also the potential encounter with new beasts—thus, the situation would become rather troublesome. Yet, compared to that crowd of dozens of mid-to-high ranked wyverns, he was naturally willing to take this small risk. Of course, he had briefly considered the possibility that the wyverns might block the entrance, but soon dismissed it as unimportant. For him, as long as no saint-tier wyverns appeared, whether relying on the Taiyi Huaqing Seal or on his own unusual speed of evasion, the situation would be easily managed—something he never truly worried about. What mattered most now was whether the young lady, Xianxian, could successfully escape unscathed. Should she unexpectedly fall, the celestial magic armor from beyond the heavens would be temporarily unable to be repaired. But such an outcome was beyond his control. Moreover, judging from her earlier method of escaping the wyverns, she still seemed to have several backup plans, and more than half of her chances appeared secure. As for the Gu surname man, his greatest rival, Han Li hoped fervently that he would perish among the wyverns. After carefully weighing these considerations, Han Li immediately focused his mind and set out on his journey with full concentration. A deep green glow descended, instantly accelerating the streak of light by one-third. After several swift flashes, it vanished at the far horizon. Within the blazing cloud, clusters of white-hot fire balls emerged, then burst forth in rolling waves, transforming into strange, deep crimson flames. A continuous, deep, resonant roar echoed on, seemingly endless. Han Li's eyes suddenly widened. Though he didn't know exactly what had transpired on that side, the scale of the phenomenon was truly astonishing—far beyond anything a normal Liangxu entity could achieve. Yet, after a brief flicker of blue light in his eyes and a moment's contemplation, Han Li suddenly surged forward again, maintaining his original course, and even increased his speed by a third. He appeared completely uninterested in creating any additional complications. Han Li had indeed intended to remain undisturbed. This time, his journey through the magical mountain range had yielded abundant rewards, and now he simply wished to leave as soon as possible, showing no interest in any potential risks elsewhere. Yet Han Li had never anticipated that, despite his determination to avoid any disturbances, complications would inevitably find him. Just as the azure rainbow had soared hundreds of paces ahead, a sudden flash of luminous light emerged from the swirling fire clouds, launching four streaks of flight energy forth. Ahead, a hazy purple glow stood out, brilliant and dazzling, flickering in and out, and suddenly surged directly toward Han Li’s position, instantaneously shifting there. Behind came three flight streaks— one shimmering with green light, another gleaming with silver, and a third vividly crimson, like blood. Though slightly slower than the purple streak, their arrival was no less astonishing; as the sound of rushing air reached Han Li, each one flashed into view and instantly came within a hundred paces of him. Han Li, witnessing this, was momentarily stunned, unsure whether to immediately retreat or advance boldly. Yet his moment of hesitation lasted only a brief instant. He then gave his sleeve a quick shake, and instantly a layer of gray light materialized silently before him. As a clear, resonant sound emanated from beneath his feet, countless small jade swords rose into being, gently rotating before transforming into a blooming lotus of jade color, slowly unfurling and opening. At the same time, Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light, instantly making out the object shot straight ahead in the purple glow with remarkable clarity. His expression immediately grew strangely puzzled. What he saw was a creature with a jade-green face, and both arms and legs resembling purple root-like appendages. Standing about two zhang tall, the being had a bland, lifeless countenance, clad in a yellow armor that seemed as if carved from dry wood, with faintly shimmering purple runes subtly rising and rolling across its body, and a delicate aroma of herbs drifting out from it. "Zhi Xian!" Han Li had seen the image of this creature in the jade scrolls before, and recognized it instantly, his heart filled with excitement. Though he had never paid much attention to this entity before, it was quite natural that it would come to him of its own accord. Moreover, the fact that the Zhi Xian had not yet fully manifested its limbs and had clearly not recovered from its injuries—indicating it had been discovered and had to flee hastily—was no less remarkable. Han Li's thoughts spun rapidly, and within an instant he had made his decision—without even turning to glance at the others among the trailing light forms. With a single hand reaching out into the void, a deep-gray and silvery glow surged and coiled, forming a luminous gray hand that seized the purple light streaking toward him. Upon seeing this, Zhi Xian, within the purple glow, remained expressionless on her face, yet a look of despair flashed into her eyes. As the luminous gray hand closed in, she seemed utterly unable to control her own light trail, still darting straight toward Han Li. Yet when the gray hand reached out and grasped, a deep, resonant "thud" echoed. The purple glow instantly dispersed, and the gray hand caught Zhi Xian right at the waist, then gently swayed, transforming into a flowing stream of gray mist that spiraled back. Han Li had effortlessly captured Zhi Xian, who offered no resistance at all. A flash of light later, Zhi Xian was tightly bound by a series of gray glows and appeared right before Han Li, just at arm's reach. Han Liqian was startled at first, but then immediately beamed with joy, and without hesitation, shook his sleeve—thereupon, a series of符箓 of various colors burst forth in rapid succession. A series of "puff" sounds echoed as these符箓 flashed and swiftly sank into the body of the Zhixian, their colorful characters emerging and spreading out, almost completely enveloping the spirit creature. "Stop!" "You're dead!" Shouts of outrage burst forth from the three trailing light forms behind, clearly indicating their fury at seeing their prey intercepted midway by Han Liqian. "Seal!" Han Liqian paid them no heed. With a simple flip of his other palm, a jade vial of a clear hue appeared, and he murmured a low command. The vial trembled, and a soft, misty glow surged forth, swiftly sweeping the sealed Zhixian into its embrace. Suddenly, the spirit glow flickered, and the originally towering Zhixin—taller than Han Li—instantly shrunk in size, eventually reducing to a height of half a foot, wrapped in a shimmering jade mist and sealed within the bottle. With a simple hand-twist, the bottle then flashed with a luminous aura and vanished. At that moment, three streaks of flight light arrived almost simultaneously, and after a few swift movements, each revealed a person, encircling Han Li at a distance of thirty paces. Han Li merely raised his head, glanced around, and maintained a calm expression, showing no sign of disturbance. Though he had not yet clearly seen the faces of those who had arrived, their spiritual aura was distinctly lacking that of a fully evolved cultivator, which accounted for his composed demeanor. "Hm, it's Master Han," one exclaimed. "It's you!" the other replied, both voices falling silent at the same time, as the sudden sequence of events had unfolded so swiftly, and Han Li's earlier use of the Primordial Magnetic Light had partially concealed his form, allowing the arriving guests to now clearly see his face. One was filled with astonishment! The other grew increasingly puzzled! As for the last one, his entire body glowed with vibrant crimson light, and he remained silent, raising both hands toward Han Li. Suddenly, two streams of blood light shot forth, flashing swiftly and transforming into two long, ribbon-like slashes that surged straight toward Han Li. Han Li's expression darkened, and the gray glow before him expanded, rising several zhang high and then rolling forward. "Crack!" The two blood streams proved no ordinary feat—they cut through half of the gray aura with a powerful impact, as though they were about to pierce straight through. Yet, at that very moment, a sudden shadow flickered within the gray glow, and a dark, mountain-sized silhouette materialized out of nowhere. When the two blood streams struck this form, they instantly rebounded as if struck by an immense force. Then, the surrounding gray light suddenly solidified, transforming into countless fine gray threads that swiftly wound around the blood streams. Initially, the two blood blades had seemed as majestic and powerful as dragons, but as the dense web of gray threads enveloped them, their movements grew sluggish, and their brilliance dimmed, gradually revealing their true form. Hering was holding two long, blood-red swords, only a few inches in length, yet radiating brilliant and ever-shifting light, exuding a strong sense of vitality and spirit. In an instant, these small swords were gradually enveloped by layers of gray silk, finally becoming completely still and unable to move. Only then did the person far off, whose figure was shrouded in bloodlight, show a moment of surprise, though she remained calm and issued a sharp cry: "Thud. Thud." Two resonant sounds suddenly emerged from within the gray radiance. The two blood-red swords, which had been bound, burst open spontaneously and dissolved into scattered streaks of bloodlight, vanishing completely within the yuan-magnetic divine light. At that very moment, a ripple of spatial disturbance surged before the figure shrouded in bloodlight, and as the bloodlight flickered, the two small swords unexpectedly materialized. "Jian Ling Hua Xu," Han Li's eyes narrowed sharply, fixing intently on the figure within the bloodlight, his expression darkening noticeably. At this moment, the appearances of the other two individuals were already clearly visible in his initial glance. One was pale-faced with gray hair, the other had lush green hair and an unusually fierce demeanor—precisely the elderly scholar with the surname Yan and the green-haired outsider previously seen at Leiyun Pavilion.