Although Wanlu Tower also boasts a distinguished lineage and has several elders of Magistrate-level rank, there is no such powerful presence currently stationed in the city of Huanye. Thus, despite their inner frustrations, these two senior magi of the Qi-Xu stage were determined not to offend the still-unknown Han Li. After all, in a certain sense, a Magistrate of uncertain origins proved more formidable than the elders of the Four Great Families. "Excuse me, both of you, after Master Han left, I've been rushing to report my concerns," the well-dressed elder said anxiously to the two Qi-Xu magi of the demonic lineage. "The young woman I just mentioned was specifically assigned by the head of the Zhao family as a servant. If I simply hand her over to you, I fear I won't be able to justify this to the Zhao family." "Was it Master Zhao Wen who requested this servant? Indeed, the Zhao family is not one to easily dismiss their appointments. Have you already received the deposit from him?" the elder with the single horn asked, frowning slightly. "Not at all. In fact, several months ago, Zhao Wenbao personally came to our tower, specifically requesting to purchase a young female cultivator at the Jin Dan stage or above, and stated he was willing to pay a substantial amount in magic stones. It's not uncommon for our tower to have such advance arrangements for suitable slaves." The dressed elder hurried to explain. "Precedent is precedent! If we haven't yet received a deposit, then the female cultivator just mentioned doesn't necessarily have to be sold to the Zhao family. Should he insist, all he needs to do is spend some time searching for another suitable female servant." The other elder, brushing his beard, added. "Indeed. Since the Zhao family originally entrusted you with this matter, the final arrangements also rest with you. Make sure to ensure the Zhao family remains satisfied and doesn't offend Master Han. That's all. We need to return now to continue our meditation and cultivation. All matters within the tower shall remain under your joint responsibility." "The solitary elder nodded in agreement and then called out to his companion, together they stepped into the nearby teleportation array. "We shall strictly follow the instructions of the two protectors!" Upon hearing this, the dressed-in-royal-robe elder's face slightly darkened, while the middle-aged man felt a surge of quiet delight—both bowed respectfully as a gesture of farewell. "By the way, should Master Han come to visit our tower again, please ensure to notify us promptly. We will personally welcome him, so as not to make him feel that our tower has been neglectful." As the teleportation array was about to activate, the solitary elder suddenly remembered something and added. "Understood!" The two storekeepers of Wanshu Tower bowed once again in affirmation. A flash of white light, and the two magical cultivators at the level of Transcendent immediately vanished from sight. "Heh, it seems Brother Huang will have to put in a bit more effort this time. However, as I understand, Brother Huang has long-standing good relations with the Zhao family—surely this matter will be handled smoothly." The middle-aged man rose to his feet, immediately offering the elderly court-dresser a light smile, then moved his body and stepped into the spell array, vanishing instantly with a transmission. The court-dresser, however, turned completely pale, standing motionless in place, pondering for a long time before suddenly stamping his foot in frustration, muttering, "Well, this is unfortunate! I've been escorting this young lady, only to encounter such a formidable old creature. It seems I'll have to personally visit the Zhao family to explain the situation and find another female servant. But how difficult it is to locate a human female cultivator who meets his standards!" The scene of this young woman passing by the Ten-Thousand-Slaves Tower naturally made her aware that Han Li was a being of magisterial rank. Yet, Han Li's youthful and ordinary appearance stirred a sense of puzzlement within her. Regardless of how one might consider it, a cultivator at the Consolidated Stage was simply something she had never dared to imagine before. Now, finding herself in the hands of such an ancient master, the very faint hope she had harbored of escape had vanished entirely. The yellow-robed maiden was filled with profound fear and utter despair, completely uncertain about the unimaginable horrors that awaited her in the future. Although Han Li had not employed any secret techniques to directly sense the maiden's inner thoughts, he could still deduce most of what she was feeling. Yet, despite his outwardly composed demeanor, his mind was in a state of turbulent waves—images of the white-robed maiden's expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and delight continuously surfaced in his mind. These images were some blurry and others sharp and vivid, as if they had been left just yesterday. With Han Li's normally calm and composed thousand-year cultivation, he found himself unable to suppress even the slightest disturbance. Clearly, Han Li had not consciously summoned any secret techniques to dispel the images of the woman in his mind; instead, he slowly savoring the deep, soul-stirring longing that had been quietly buried within him. This woman proved quite intelligent—she understood that, in the position of being on the chopping block, it was wiser to remain polite and compliant. Otherwise, with the other party's seemingly boundless capabilities, there would be no shortage of ways to make her unable to survive, let alone die. After a quick glance at the elderly magical being, Han Li's expression grew slightly colder, and his mouth moved silently for a moment. At that instant, the elderly magical being, who had been lying flat on the table, leapt up suddenly and hurriedly called out, "Excuse me, which of your honored companions has visited our hall? I was unable to welcome you personally, and I hope you will forgive me." As soon as the words left his mouth, he spotted Han Li and the young woman in yellow robes standing nearby, and immediately brightened, approaching them with a warm smile. However, the rental rates here are at least half as high as those of comparable locations, so only a relatively small number of high-ranking magical beings actually reside here. Not long ago, Han Li had not proceeded layer by layer to inspect the building, but merely used his divine awareness to make a quick sweep up and down, gaining a thorough understanding of all the furnishings and structural arrangements, and then satisfied the elderly magical being by handing over a bundle of magical stones, securing a one-year temporary lease. Now, Han Li has fully opened all the seals in the attic, led the young woman to the topmost floor, and settled himself comfortably on a cushion, indicating that she should sit facing him. Though the young woman was extremely nervous, she dared not deviate and followed his instructions precisely. At that moment, as Han Li merely shook his sleeve, dozens of array flags shot outwards in all directions, vanishing instantly into the surrounding void. Immediately thereafter, a translucent, misty light curtain materialized, enveloping the entire floor. At this point, Han Li finally felt at ease, and with a gentle smile toward the young woman, suddenly pressed his palm against her body in the air. A sharp "pffft" sound followed, and a powerful surge of magical energy erupted from his palm, flooding out like a tidal wave and violently disrupting the seals within her body. The magical patterns subtly visible on the young woman's skin instantly burst into black mist and vanished completely. She felt her inner spiritual energy surge and swirl, and the previously restrained magical force now flowed freely through her meridians. Overwhelmed with joy, she stammered, unable to speak clearly: "Master, what—what exactly did you do?" Han Li didn't answer immediately; instead, he smiled softly at her and asked, "What is your name?" "Late disciple Zhu Guo'er!" the young woman replied promptly. "Noticing you haven't absorbed a single trace of magical aura, you must be of pure human origin. Did you come here of your own accord, or were you captured from the Spiritual Realm?" Han Li lightly continued his inquiry. "I should count myself as the one who entered, shouldn't I?" the young lady in yellow silk murmured. "I entered by accident—how did that happen? With your current cultivation level, you haven't even the ability to breach the void. Surely, there must have been companions with you at the time?" This response surprised Han Li slightly, yet upon narrowing his eyes, he gently added, "No, I entered alone—by myself, I ended up drifting into the realm of the demons!" "Entering alone—that's quite remarkable. Then, who taught you the *Cycle of Rebirth* cultivation technique?" Han Li remained composed, yet suddenly posed an unexpected question. "My esteemed master is aware of the cultivation method I've been practicing. This technique was passed down to me by my mother!" After a brief hesitation, the young lady in yellow silk responded honestly, for such matters were truly nothing to conceal. "Then, who is your mother, and how did she acquire this *Cycle of Rebirth* technique?" Han Li's expression shifted, growing slightly serious as he asked again. "This...," the young woman in yellow's face slightly changed, displaying a look of hesitation.