I suspect you haven't taken them seriously. Yet these three great perils are indeed no ordinary matters—should Brother Han plan to traverse the entire desert, he must not underestimate them. The three perils are the Wind That Drains Souls, the Earth-Consuming Sand, and the Phantom Howling Wolf. I believe you are already well aware of these. Nevertheless, their levels of threat differ significantly. Among them, mature Phantom Howling Wolves possess only the Qi of a Lingxu stage, yet they typically move in groups—each smallest group comprises seven or eight adult wolves. Even if a single wolf can be defeated, it will likely leave the attacker severely drained. However, for you, this peril poses the least threat. Though the Phantom Howling Wolves move swiftly across the desert, they are still somewhat slower than the eight-legged magmatic lizards. As long as they are spotted in time, they can easily be outpaced. Of course, if Brother Han does not have the magmatic lizards to assist him, the situation will be quite different. As for the sand that has been consumed by oblivion, it is the second most dangerous threat in the Phantom Whistle Desert, after the Soul-Draining Wind... The gray-haired man began to explain with confidence. Although Han Li had already heard part of what the man was saying, he still listened intently, with a warm smile. ...Half a month later, Han Li, who had been lightly closing his eyes and resting on the magical lizard, suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze pierced straight through the thick, sluggish sand, and he clearly saw a faint green hue emerging several miles ahead. At that very moment, a clear, melodic voice from the purple-haired woman suddenly rang out ahead. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at Yinchuan Oasis ahead. There is a small outpost of ours there—let us rest and prepare at the oasis before we proceed to drive off that great beast. The mineral vein is only about one day's journey from the oasis." "That's wonderful! This entire month, I've been staying on the beast, and I've grown quite tired of it." Once you arrive, do take good care of yourselves and enjoy a hearty meal. Bai brother, you also promised to bring something beforehand—don’t forget to present it now.” Upon hearing this, Luan Long Tianjun patted his round belly and brightened up, saying, “Ha ha, Luan Long brother, please rest assured. I know your magical cultivation method is unique—you must consume a certain substance to fully unleash its power. Once we reach the oasis, I’ll immediately present it to you with both hands.” The purple-haired woman had hardly had time to respond, when the yellow-haired man burst into laughter and replied, “This is excellent. With that substance, my magical energy will increase by at least three tenths temporarily, giving me greater confidence in driving off that great beast. The taste of the substance is truly exquisite—unrivalled in the world. I’ve only tasted it once in my life, yet I still remember it vividly.” Luan Long Tianjun nodded in satisfaction. “Of course. Even for our Bai family, securing such a small amount of this substance required considerable effort. The purple-haired woman smiled warmly and agreed. Hearing the conversation, Han Li was slightly surprised at first, but after a few thoughts, he soon set it aside. A short while later, the group arrived at the small oasis, the magic lizard having raced them there. As soon as Han Li and the others stepped into the oasis, the gusts of wind and sand that had been blowing all around suddenly ceased, as if perfectly blocked by an invisible force. The oasis itself was only a few miles across, with scattered low shrubs of varying sizes along its edges. At its center lay a small, dark-green lake about half a mile in diameter. On one side of the lake stood a cluster of gray buildings, formed entirely of compacted sand yet remarkably solid. Though each building covered only a few acres, an unusual ripple of energy radiated out from their surroundings, suggesting the presence of special spells or seals. After glancing briefly at the small lake, Han Li's gaze finally settled on the buildings. All these structures were semi-circular in shape, inverted like domes, and no higher than three or four zhang—clearly shorter than typical buildings. At that moment, the yellow-haired man stepped down first from the magical lizard, raising his hand to summon the beast into the spirit-animal ring. Then, frowning slightly at the distant buildings, he suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long, dragon-like roar. The roar surged straight toward the heavens, echoing like thunder rolling steadily through the sky, yet after a while, the buildings showed no response at all—no one emerged. The yellow-haired man's face changed, and with one hand raised, he made an unusual gesture toward his back. Instantly, the six young members of the Bai family—White Yunxin among them—also leapt down from the lizard and carefully approached the buildings. As soon as they touched the structures, White Yunxin reached into her sleeve, pulled out a black iron plaque, and waved it through the empty space ahead. At once, a surge of black mist rose from the ground, engulfing several figures and silencing them completely. The purple-haired Lady, Lu Long Tianjun, could not help but grow more serious in her gaze. Only Han Li remained still, his expression unchanged. Yet no one noticed that deep within his pupils, blue glimmers flashed continuously, allowing his eyes to pierce through the black mist and reveal the details inside with remarkable clarity. Over these thousand years of continuous cultivation, Han Li's Qingming Lingmò had developed extraordinary abilities—penetrating even modest magical barriers had become nothing short of trivial. After a period of about a cup of tea, the black mist that had gathered around the buildings suddenly rolled away and vanished, revealing the figures of Bai Yunxin and the others once again before the structures. The young woman bowed deeply to the gray-haired elder standing a short distance away, reporting, "Report to the Elder: the outpost's defensive seals are intact, yet none of the original guards remain." "None remain! There's only this oasis nearby—where could they have gone?" The gray-haired elder frowned, speaking coldly. "This... I truly don't know. Nor have we found any traces of combat within the outpost!" White Yunxin replied, somewhat anxious. As the gray-haired elder grew more stern, ready to speak further, Han Li suddenly smiled and interjected: "White Brother! Regardless of what happens, let us proceed inside and discuss matters there—this isn't exactly a place suited for lengthy conversation." "That's true—my oversight, indeed. My friends, let us all go in together!" The elder was momentarily startled, then recalled something, and his expression softened. "Then I shall take my leave. I'll go first!" "Luan Long smiled and nodded, then moved his body—without any apparent reason, he vanished from the magi-lizard and appeared directly behind Bai Yunxin and the other disciples, making his way with a grand air toward the largest building. The bearded man watched this with a quiet smile, then called out for Han Li and the others to also dismount from the magi-lizard and enter the group of buildings. A short while later, Han Li and the other fully evolved beings gathered in a hall several dozen feet in size, while Bai Yunxin and the other disciples remained outside, on guard as instructed by the man. 'I've already scanned this area with my divine awareness,' the purple-haired woman said, sitting cross-legged on a mat with a slightly furrowed brow. 'As Yunxin mentioned, there are indeed no signs of conflict here, and the outer defensive spells and arrays remain intact—clearly, the disciples left on their own.' 'According to our instructions, these disciples are to take turns monitoring the movements of the great beast.' Could it be that they were all swallowed whole by that great beast? Yet that still doesn't make sense—even if the beast had grown furious, there should have been some survivors left behind here, right? The bearded elder shook his head, looking equally puzzled. "Well then, no matter how these white family disciples vanished, they're only low-ranking ones. There's no need to be overly concerned. Just hurry and present that thing to me so I can feast properly before we discuss anything further." With a quick blink of his small eyes, Lu Long Tianjun spoke, yet with a touch of impatience directed at the bearded elder. "Ah, Master Lu, there's no need to rush. Since we siblings previously pledged our word to you, we will surely keep our promise. Fifth sister, please present that item to Master Lu." Seeing Lu Long Tianjun's eager inspection, the bearded elder immediately smiled and readily agreed. After a gentle, alluring smile, the purple-haired woman gave a swift flick of her wrist, and a stream of white light erupted from her storage bracelet, instantly materializing a translucent jade box on the table before her. Luan Long Tianjun was delighted by this sight, and with his plump hands reaching out toward the air above the table, he grasped the jade box as if it were there—just a moment later, with a soft "whoosh," it appeared in his hands. He then gave a firm tap, and the lid opened instantly. Han Li and Han Qixi's eyes naturally turned toward the box together. Han Li's eyes widened in surprise, and even Han Qixi emitted a soft, surprised "Ah!" Inside the box lay a grain-shaped fruit. Yet this grain was no ordinary one—it measured nearly half a foot in length, with one end thick as an infant's arm and the other sharply pointed. Its entire surface was a deep, vibrant red, radiating a subtle, unusual fragrance that made one's mouth water simply by inhaling. "This is the Blood-Teeth Rice!" Han Li murmured, clearly astonished, though his voice carried a hint of uncertainty. "I never expected, Brother Han, to find you so well-versed—capable of recognizing such a rare treasure. Indeed, this is a particularly uncommon thousand-year-old Blood-Tooth Rice. Consuming it not only enhances one's essence and strengthens the body, but for Master Luan, who practices a blood-based magical technique, it can further awaken the potential of his essence, temporarily boosting his magical power by up to three or four tenths. This is one of the rewards we White Family have promised Master Luan. However, the flavor of the Blood-Tooth Rice is truly unparalleled—just one bite, and the lingering fragrance remains on your teeth for months." "I've heard of this rice before, but never seen something so extraordinary. Indeed, I've heard that the Blood-Tooth Rice grows under exceptionally strict conditions and requires the continuous nourishment of the blood from certain rare, extraordinary beasts to mature properly. Even the lower-grade varieties may take a century to become edible. It's truly remarkable that Brother Bai has managed to obtain such a thousand-year-old specimen—this truly broadens my horizons." Han said, his expression somewhat thoughtful and reflective. This Blood-Teeth Rice is a specialty of the realm of the demons, yet even within the demon realm it is extremely rare. Han Li has long been mindful of it, having planned to acquire it during his journey through the demon realm, as it is one of several unique items he has specifically sought. For this item, he knows of only a few rare substances that can exert some beneficial effects upon his physical form.