After this attempt, he had no further doubts about the records. The啼魂spirit beast was his spiritual companion; should he absorb it, his cultivation would surely advance significantly—something truly delightful. This outcome was far superior to the original scenario, where the true spiritual essence had been expected to emerge after several hundred years, only to be lost to unknown hands. With these thoughts running through his mind, the initial joy that had turned into profound disappointment finally faded, and his composure gradually returned to its original calm. He raised his hand, releasing the spirit beast ring and then retrieving the啼魂spirit beast. Subsequently, after a brief consideration, he gently turned his palm, and a seemingly ordinary jade bottle appeared. Though unremarkable in appearance, the bottle emitted a soft glimmer of blue light, and several sealing incantations were tightly affixed to its mouth. With a slight lift of his brow, he tossed the bottle into the air. As he shook his sleeve, dozens of luminous array banners fluttered out. Then, with a series of murmured incantations, he pointed at these banners. At once, a roar echoed, and the array flags transformed into十几 beams of varying colors, flashing and vanishing into the void. A faint yellow light curtain materialized within the chamber, with symbols of varying sizes drifting gently upon its surface. Han Li had unexpectedly erected a small magical array, encompassing himself within its power. Only after completing all this did he feel at ease, taking a deep breath and blowing gently into the jade bottle. A soft breeze spiraled out. With a few "pffft" sounds, several sealing talismans at the bottle's mouth detached themselves, falling freely. The bottle's opening now expanded, and subtle glimmers of light shimmered within. Without hesitation, Han Li raised his arm and reached out toward the jade bottle with a gesture. The bottle spun smoothly, then, as a wave of霞 light surged, a strange, colorful object emerged from its mouth—human-shaped, about an inch in size, yet motionless, as if a vibrant porcelain doll. Yet, Han Li gazed intently at the figure, showing no signs of hesitation. With a series of incantations, he cast several spells consecutively. The figure's surface flashed with various streams of spiritual light, causing its form to swell dramatically. After a few such flashes, it settled back into its original appearance. It now stood as a towering creature, two zhang in height, with a distinctly emerald face and pale purple appendages resembling limbs. This was precisely the "Zhi Xian" that Han Li had unexpectedly captured during his journey through the magical mountain range of Mojin. At present, the creature's body shimmered with various glyphs, fully encased in a series of seals, its eyes tightly shut, as though deeply asleep. Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the "Zhi Xian" before him, clearly showing great interest. It was no wonder for its current demeanor. Though he had seen many spirit-based medicinal entities take on humanoid forms, he had not encountered one quite like this—indeed, his own nine-curved spirit ginseng could already manifest a single thread of spiritual essence as a lifelike white rabbit. But this "Zhi Xian" had transformed his true form into a tangible shape—specifically, a human figure—something far beyond the rank of the nine-curved heavenly elixir herbs. Nevertheless, he did not immediately awaken the spirit creature. Instead, he concealed himself within his sleeve, curled his finger, and lightly flicked it. A sound of rushing air echoed as a slender streak of swordlight shot forth, looping once around the purple appendage of the Zhi Xian. A flash of green light revealed a wound just an inch long, with several drops of milky fluid flowing out. The rich, medicinal fragrance instantly filled the entire hall. Han Li's eyes flashed with cold light as he raised his hand, launching a pre-prepared vial of thumb-sized dimensions into the air. At the same time, he opened his mouth and expelled a surge of ethereal light. As the light shimmered, it gently lifted the white wild herb from the Zhi Xian's appendage and spiraled it into the small vial, capturing it completely without a single drop spilling. Yet at this moment, the wounds on Zhixin's tentacles flashed with a faint purple glow and then restored themselves completely, as though they had never existed. Han Li, however, seemed fully prepared for this development, showing no surprise. Instead, he raised one hand and made a simple gesture. Instantly, an invisible force materialized and enveloped the scene. With a soft "whoosh," the small vial containing the milky droplets shot into the air and came to rest in Han Li's hands. He then gently held it beneath his nose and inhaled. "Such pure spiritual energy!" he murmured, appearing impressed—yet his face betrayed little genuine excitement. With a simple gesture of his other hand, a shimmering silver glow appeared in his palm, then swiftly condensed into a round basin about half a foot in diameter. The surface of the basin gleamed with refined luster, bearing exquisite, intricate patterns—clearly no ordinary item. Han Li immediately poured the liquid from the vial into the silver basin. At once, a drop of milky spiritual liquid poured out and swiftly landed within. Then, Han Li shook his sleeve slightly, and the storage bracelet flew out from it, spiraling before suddenly emitting a beam of rosy light. As the light swept over the ground, a series of containers—various in shape—appeared in neat rows. Han Li glanced at them and reached out, grabbing one jade box. The lid of the box instantly flew open, and a stream of blue spiritual liquid shot out, transforming into a fine thread and settling into the silver basin. Moments later, another bottle rose into the air, heading straight for the basin... After three or four hours, the entire chamber was filled with a thick, fragrant aroma of medicinal essence. Han Li stared intently at the contents in the silver basin he held in one hand, motionless—his entire concentration seemingly drawn entirely into what lay within. After a while, a sudden, wry smile broke out in the chamber, followed by a flash of silver light from Han Li's hands, and the silver basin vanished entirely. "It seems that while the Zhixian Lingxue has many remarkable benefits as a medicinal ingredient, it certainly doesn't warrant such profound attention from a Compound-level being. Clearly, it must have other, more extraordinary uses of its own," Han Li said, straightening himself, yet still thoughtfully. As soon as her eyelid shifted, she slowly opened her eyes, meeting Han Li's gaze directly. The iris was a pale green, yet the pupils shimmered with a steady, silver-lit glow that danced unpredictably, appearing most peculiar. "So it seems I've indeed fallen into your hands," Han Li was surprised to find that Zhi Xian didn't display any shock or anger, instead speaking calmly as if addressing a regular passerby. "Could you tell me where we are?" Seeing this composed demeanor, Han Li's eyebrows lifted slightly, his expression a mixture of amusement and subtle reserve, yet he didn't hesitate to reply: "This is Yun City, not far from the Li Mo Jin Mountain Range. It appears your spiritual awareness has awakened quite early—given the circumstances, you're remarkably composed." "What else can I do but remain composed? Would you really let me go if I asked for mercy?" Zhi Xian paused before responding softly. "That's true." "Such a celestial immortal herb capable of transforming into human form is exceptionally rare throughout the spiritual realm—there's no way we can let you go." Han Li smiled slightly and nodded in agreement. Seeing Han Li so composed, Zhi Xian's face briefly showed a look of surprise, but then she glanced at the tuft of hair on his earlier wound—where Han Li had cut it—and closed her eyes with a cold exhalation, clearly determined to say nothing further. "However, I'm curious—besides being used as an ingredient in elixirs and pills, does your essence serve any other purpose? Otherwise, how can such a high-ranking being keep pursuing you so persistently?" Han Li remained unfazed and simply asked. Upon hearing this, Zhi Xian's lips twitched with a hint of scorn, yet she still kept her mouth firmly shut, refusing to respond. "Since you've awakened your spiritual intelligence and now possess your own immortal soul and spirit, surely you wouldn't wish me to resort to the method of soul extraction, would you?" Han Li sighed and said. "Soul extraction?" "If you feel that you can gain anything from me by employing this method, go ahead and do so." Upon hearing this, Chi Xian only chuckled coldly. Hearing this, Han Li furrowed his brows slightly. In the spiritual realm, although there were not many cultivation techniques similar to his own, the Condensed Soul Secret Art—like the one he practiced—there were certainly not few. It was not unusual at all that a being as ancient as Chi Xian should understand such a technique. His thoughts raced rapidly, yet his outward expression remained unchanged, showing no trace of any unusual reaction. "Even if you don't mention it, I can still use your true essence as a medicinal ingredient to produce some top-tier pills. However, as I know, the true essence of such celestial and terrestrial spiritual beings—your form and spiritual core—is of great value to certain cultivators who specialize in unique techniques, secret arts, or divine powers. The subtle spiritual essence you've painstakingly cultivated over many years might well be rendered useless if it falls into the hands of such cultivators, and all your previous efforts could then be lost." Han Li blinked, then suddenly said, "You're threatening me!" Zhi Xian's body slightly trembled as she suddenly opened her eyes, asking in a沉沉 tone. "Threatening? No, I've taken great risks to enter the Moju Mountain Range. If I don't receive sufficient compensation, I'll have to make do with what I have." Han Li smiled lightly, yet his gaze remained utterly expressionless. "Did I say that you'd truly honor your word and allow my spirit to depart freely? What else do you have to offer me to make me believe you?" Zhi Xian clearly sensed Han Li's intent; a flash of silver light passed through her pupils as she asked coldly. "I certainly won't let your spirit leave on its own. I'm afraid you might attempt to reclaim your body and revive yourself, or perhaps be captured by others and reveal some of your secrets. But I can certainly arrange for you to undergo a military dissolution—allowing you to enter the cycle of rebirth directly. As for whether you believe me, what other choice do you have?" Han Li said with a cheerful smile.