"Oh, the Bai family also has elders who specialize in body cultivation! But I'm not sure which of our elder ancestors it is. If it truly is so, then I would be truly honored to meet them." Upon hearing this, Han Li was intrigued and asked with interest. "Our elder at the Bai family has a certain reputation within the Sacred Realm. His mastery of the Forging Heaven Demon Technique has reached its peak, and he is only one step away from attaining the Sage Patriarch level—thus known as the Master of Heaven's Concealment. Have you ever heard of him, Brother Han?" Bai Yunxin smiled gently and said. "I must admit, I've never heard of the Master of Heaven's Concealment before. Yet to cultivate a body cultivation technique to such an extent—should one receive guidance from him, it would surely be a great opportunity. Then, since I came out on this journey primarily to explore and visit various places, I would like to accompany all of you to the City of Phantom Night and hope to meet the elder in person. However, I would like to know when you all plan to return to your families. Should we stay too long, there might be some inconvenience." "Han Li thought for a moment, then calmly replied. "Brother Han, please rest assured—we have journeyed so far into the wilderness specifically to obtain the Purple Spirit Fruit. Now that we have secured the fruit, we won't linger any longer. After just a few days of rest and restoring our spiritual energy, we can immediately set off to return." Bai Yunxin expressed her great delight at this. Upon hearing this, Han Li nodded in quiet assent and said nothing further. Then, under the urging of the three Li family immortals, the group settled on a quiet, stable mountain nearby and excavated a temporary cave, where everyone took their seats to meditate and rest. Five days later, once the White family members had recovered most of their spiritual energy, they launched a massive flying vessel several dozen zhang in length, carrying the various demonic clans and Han Li, and took off toward the city of Huan Ye. ...Several months later, above a stretch of yellow, sandy ground at the edge of the wilderness, seven mid-stage demonic cultivators were engaged in fierce combat, moving in two waves, thundering through the lower skies. Among them, three clad in yellow brocade robes swiftly summoned three black flying daggers, each identical, radiating a pale black magical flame. The other four wore long white robes and cast forth four translucent white flying swords, which danced and spiraled overhead, sending gusts of snow swirling in their wake. The surging waves of magical flame and the shimmering cold aura intertwined in the air, occasionally bursting into clusters of magical mist. For a time, the seven demonic warriors engaged in fierce combat, their struggle becoming a deadlock. Nearby on the sandy ground, however, lay the lifeless body of a colossal rodent-like beast, stretching over a dozen zhang in length, its fur gleaming with golden radiance—clearly no ordinary creature. It was evident that these seven demons had come specifically to contend over this magnificent beast. As they found themselves unable to gain the upper hand, a young man dressed in a white robe suddenly emitted a sharp exhalation and then lightly tapped a leather satchel at his waist. Instantly, a mass of black mist surged forth, coalescing into the form of a majestic, regal two-headed magical lion. This magical creature is entirely black, towering six or seven zhang high. As it opens its jaws wide, a tremendous rushing sound erupts, and countless black wind blades surge forth like a storm. The three flying daggers, struck repeatedly by this deluge of wind blades, flash wildly and are swiftly outmatched by the four flying swords. "Nightmare Lion! Ning Xiao-ze, you dare bring out our clan's guardian spirit beast? If it is harmed, will you not face the agony of being scorched by magical fire?" Three magi in yellow robes are startled upon seeing the dual-headed lion. One elderly man with a long beard speaks sharply, exclaiming. "Hehe! With just three useless members of the Bai family, you expect to wound our Ning clan's guardian spirit beast? If you wish to survive, retreat now! This golden sunrise mouse is mine," the young magus in a white robe, seeing his forces gaining the upper hand, bursts into loud laughter. Upon hearing this, the elderly man with the long beard grows visibly stern. "Brother, the situation is not favorable—we should retreat now." "A man in yellow robes, his head tied with a silk band, transmitted a voice of slight concern to the bearded elder. "I have been stuck at the late Yuan婴 stage for several hundred years now. This rare Golden曦 Mouse is truly exceptional—its inner essence is absolutely vital for my breakthrough. I sincerely hope both of you younger brothers will lend me your full support! Should I succeed, I will never forget this great debt." The bearded elder's expression shifted between gloom and uncertainty before finally hardening into a stern look. "What? Are you suggesting you wish to employ the secret family technique? If so, not only will your true energy be severely depleted, but you'll also face endless complications." The other man, in yellow robes with a lean, slender face, interjected with surprise. "Should I fail to advance to the Chi-Shen stage, my life's end is near. I have no choice but to risk everything." The elder gritted his teeth, speaking with determination. "Given your firm resolve, I shall do my utmost to protect and support you." "Brother, please take care. We will do our best to delay the timeline as much as possible." The other two Huang-Pao magi exchanged glances and nodded in unison, agreeing immediately. The bearded elder naturally expressed his gratitude, bowing and thanking repeatedly. At that moment, the two Huang-Pao magi suddenly stepped forward. As black energy surged over their bodies, the two black flying daggers they wielded expanded dramatically, transforming into two fierce, serpentine dragons of magical flame. Together, they managed to withstand the combined attacks from the opposing flying swords and magical lion, though their efforts appeared strained. Clearly, they could not hold out much longer. Seizing the opportunity, the elder raised his own flying dagger and pointed it toward the sky. With a sharp "whoosh," the dagger shot back as a streak of dark light, vanishing instantly into his body. Then, he extended both hands and gestured into the air. Suddenly, several slender, blade-like strange blades appeared between his fingers. After taking a deep breath, he prepared to flick his wrists and drive them into his dantian. But at that moment, suddenly a brilliant glow flashed at the far end of the sky, and a massive orb of light emerged in an eerie manner, shooting straight toward their position like a long, radiant rainbow—its speed far exceeding the expectations of the bearded elder and others. The elder was instantly startled, halted his movements, and quickly focused his attention. There, within the yellow glow, he clearly saw a colossal ship, over fifteen zhang in length, radiating a gentle, ethereal light—undoubtedly no ordinary flying artifact possessed by common magical beings. A few figures were faintly visible on the ship's prow, gesturing and pointing toward them. "Ah! It's the Clan's Eight-Regions Yellow-wood Vessel! Has some elder returned from the deep wilderness?" the bearded elder exclaimed, his face lighting up with surprise. The other magical beings, witnessing the scene, were equally astonished and immediately stopped their combat. Yet the other two yellow-robed men were also overjoyed. The four white-robed magi across the way stared at the great vessel, their expressions shifting between hope and concern, growing increasingly uneasy. The vessel, with only a few flickers, appeared vaguely in the sky above the magi and then settled silently in midair, its light fading. Suddenly, a woman's voice, cold and clear, resonated from the vessel: "Are you not the three brothers of the West White Ming family from the Nine Uncle's household? Then, why are you now engaged in conflict with the Ning family?" The speaker was a beautiful young woman standing at the prow of the vessel, flanked by a young man in green robes and two other magi at the stage of Lingxu. These were precisely Bai Yunxin and the other two Lingxu-level magi of the Bai family, along with Han Li. After months of continuous travel through night and day, they had finally reached the edge of the wilderness without incident, only to unexpectedly encounter these magi engaged in combat. Bai Yunxin immediately recognized the three family members dressed in Bai family attire, her expression slightly surprised. "Indeed, it is the 13th, 15th, and 17th uncles. This nephew, Bai Ming, bows deeply to pay his respects. These young gentlemen from the Ning family wish to seize the Golden曦 Mouse from these three nephews—may the elder aunt lend her support!" Upon seeing clearly the faces of Bai Yunxin and the other three magi, the bearded elder finally set his mind at ease and promptly bowed in the air, offering his respects. "Ah, the Golden曦 Mouse! Truly rare. It's no small feat that you managed to eliminate it at the periphery. You are the young ones from the Ning family, I presume. Since this creature is now in the possession of my disciples, what more do you have to say? Get out of my way—quickly!" Bai Yunxin glanced at the golden giant mouse lying below, then at the four magi in white robes, her expression suddenly growing cold. The four magi from the Ning family, upon hearing this, immediately grew visibly displeased. The young man, just after releasing the two great lion beasts, opened his mouth to speak further in defense, only to have his two companions instantly cover his mouth and, without a word, drag him swiftly away toward the distance, refusing to stay in place. "Ah, I didn't expect Brother Han to be equally interested in the Phantom Whistle Desert. However, for someone not native to Phantasm City, entering this desert at random would indeed be quite perilous. But if Brother Han is truly eager, I'd be delighted to take the time to explain everything along the way to you," White Yunxin said, slightly surprised, yet immediately smiling gracefully. "It would be a great privilege indeed to have White Lady personally guide me," Han Li replied without hesitation, smiling warmly. As for whether this beast ultimately died at the hands of the elder and his companions, or was slain by the four members of the Ning family, no one has ever pursued the matter.