"What sort of reason is this? Very well, if the herb you seek is indeed upon my person, then at least let me know its primary effects and general uses. Otherwise, I have numerous herbs on me—how could I possibly know which one you mean?" Han Li narrowed his eyes and asked firmly. "As for its uses and effects, I myself have no knowledge. But one thing is certain: this herb was obtained before you entered the Sacred Realm, and it is surely something rare in the world—perhaps even something that never belonged to the Spirit Realm at all." This time, Bao Hua spoke plainly, after a brief pause, with serious demeanor. "Something that never belonged to the Spirit Realm?" Upon hearing this, Han Li's face slightly darkened, and he immediately recalled the herbs he had acquired in the Guanghan Realm. Han Li's expression could not escape Bao Hua's keen observation. Her smile grew even more radiant, and she lightly clapped her hands, chuckling: "Then it seems I was not mistaken—there truly are some rare herbs upon the esteemed Master Han's person." As long as you are willing to present the elixir in your hands, I shall personally ensure your safe departure from here, and guarantee that Yuan Yan, the Daoist beside me, will not trouble you further. Moreover, besides this matter, I shall also gift you another person? Bring out that young girl, Black Crocodile! "The last sentence was spoken by the white-robed woman, turning to address the black-clad attendant beside her. "Yes, Your Grace!" The tall, black-armored man immediately bowed and then gave a single tap to a light yellow leather satchel at his waist. As the opening of the satchel loosened, a surge of black mist erupted and, upon a brief shimmer, a graceful young girl, barely in her teens, appeared unconscious in the air. Han Li gazed at the girl's face, his eyes momentarily narrowing. It was Zhu Guo'er! "She must have some connection with you, so I expect you won't neglect her. Once you present the elixir I requested, I shall hand her over to you," the white-robed woman said calmly. "She indeed has some connection with me, though since she's fallen into your hands, I'd imagine Lin, the cultivator accompanying her, has also perished." Han Li sighed and asked. "The combined cultivator accompanying her, though possessing some true spiritual lineage within his body, proved of no use to me—naturally, I wouldn't have kept him." Bao Hua spoke calmly. "Hmph. If I truly gave it my all, you two wouldn't fare much better. Yet I'm unwilling to risk so much for merely a single medicinal herb. I'll offer you several herbs—let's see if any of them are what you're seeking." Han Li coldly scoffed, then after a few sharp words, surprisingly agreed. "Master Han's decision is truly wise! Black Crocodile, hand this young lady over to him. I'm confident Master Han won't make a foolish move." Bao Hua smiled lightly and then gave a brief instruction to the Han. Upon hearing this, the Black Crocodile immediately grasped the girl with one hand and threw her directly toward Han Li. Han Li's expression grew serious. A sleeve swept out, and instantly, a ripple of emerald light flashed, silently carrying Zhu Guo'er to his side. With a swift sweep of his consciousness over the young woman, he found only a simple seal binding her—no further manipulation had been made. Nodding, he brushed his sleeve once more. A surge of jade light followed, and the girl was seamlessly enclosed within a special artifact. Then, he began to consider how to present the medicinal herbs to the precious flower for her inspection. Since acquiring the herbs from the Guanghan Realm, he had diligently researched their origins and functions. While he had clarified the provenance and purpose of a few, the majority remained shrouded in mystery, their true uses still unknown. Thus, they remained stored in his storage bracelet, awaiting future opportunities. These celestial realm herbs were undoubtedly valuable, yet if he could dispatch his current formidable adversary simply by leveraging one or two of these seemingly useless ones, he would certainly be content. However, the ordinary immortal herbs from the Secret Realm of Guanghan probably wouldn't command much attention from someone of ancestral status—most likely, they'd only pass the test if they could finally bring forth a few specially cultivated celestial herbs. Nevertheless, if they could manage to pass with other herbs as a temporary substitute, that would naturally be preferable. Thinking thus, Han Li raised one hand, murmuring a series of gestures, and the small jade sword on his arm flashed briefly before vanishing into nothing. Then, he rotated his fingers, and a flash of white light revealed a white jade box floating in his hands. The box was adorned with several seals of varying colors, which he then tossed toward the other side. The white-clad woman's eyes flashed, and with a delicate grasp of her slender hands, the box was instantly drawn into her hands with a soft "whoosh." With a single, calm tap of her jade finger on the lid, the seals gently fell off without a sound, and the lid opened on its own. Inside lay a slender, emerald-green herb, exuding a delicate fragrance and softly glowing with a gentle white light. The Holy Ancestor of Bao Hua immediately noticed this precious herb, his expression slightly stirred. Yet after a brief thought, he remained composed, shaking his head gently. A flash of rosy light caused the lid of the box to close once more, and the sealing talismans seemed to have never been removed, reappearing seamlessly upon it. The jade box itself then shimmered and flew back toward Han Li. Han Li did not find this surprising. As he swept his sleeve, he drew the jade box back into his grasp, while in the other hand, a pale silver jade vial had already appeared. With a simple flick of his finger, he sent the vial flying toward the white-robed woman. Bao Hua caught the vial in her hand, opened the lid, and with a mental sweep of her awareness, furrowed her brows, shaking her head in mild disapproval before tossing it back. At this point, although the Primordial Yanchen Holy Ancestor was unaware of the conversation between Han Li and Bao Hua, he found himself somewhat enlightened by what had just unfolded. Yet, after a slight sigh, he made no further move. In his mind, he naturally did not believe that a fully consolidated cultiv Thus, Han Li presented a string of seven or eight rare herbs, none of which caught the attention of the precious flower. The white-clad woman's expression grew subtly gloomier. After returning Han Li's herbs, she coldly remarked, "Though these herbs are not entirely lacking in merit, how could something of this caliber be of any use to me? If the lower-tier items were equally of this rank, there would be no need to present them at all." Hearing this, Han Li hesitated slightly before sighing gently. He then flipped his hand, and a milky-white jade box appeared once more in his fingers. This box differed markedly from the previous ones—not only in material, which was far superior, but also, as soon as it was brought forth, a faint hissing of cold air seemed to rise from its surface. This time, Han Li did not simply throw the box into the air. Instead, after lightly brushing his fingers over the lid to reveal the seal, he opened the box himself with a single, smooth motion. Upon seeing this, the precious flower did not grow angry; instead, a faint smile curled at her lips. At that moment, Han Li gently supported the jade box with one hand, giving his wrist a slight tremor. A surge of coldness! A translucent, five-colored ice crystal drifted slowly out of the box, within which a crimson spiritual branch could be faintly seen, bearing two spiritual fruits—each the size of a thumb—of gold and silver, resembling chestnuts in shape and appearance. As for the reputation of the Heavenly Sound Thunder Core, he had only vaguely heard of it in some ancient texts, but never imagined it would be precisely the herb now in his hands—his heart immediately warmed with excitement. It now seemed clear that presenting these unfamiliar immortal-king herbs to these two primordial magi of the demonic realm would not be an unreasonable request at all. Once he understood the origins of these herbs, they would surely prove immensely useful in the future. Upon hearing Han Li's words, the young black-robed mage's black aura flashed momentarily, and his inner anger surged—but upon a sudden thought, he managed to suppress it completely. Now, however, he no longer regarded the items Han Li had presented with the same casual indifference as before; instead, he gazed at them thoughtfully, pondering deeply. "Though I have never seen this before, its unique form suggests with great certainty that it must be a Heavenly Sound Thunder Core." To some practitioners of special cultivation techniques, its value was no less than the medicinal herbs I sought, yet unfortunately, it was not what I desired. The Precious Flower Sage祖 stared intently at the herb encased in the ice, his face shifting between gloom and brightness, before finally slowly shaking his head. "No!" Han Li pondered for a moment, then swept his sleeve, causing the herb in front of him to fall back into the jade box and vanish instantly. At the next moment, a second jade box of a pale green hue appeared in its place. After the same gesture of gently tapping and opening it, a piece of five-colored cold ice emerged from within. This time, however, the ice was encasing a rare white flower, pure as jade, of a size equal to a bowl! The white-clad woman watched the white flower frozen within the ice from afar, her dark brows subtly furrowing. With her experience, she could not identify the origin of this flower, only sensing that it must be no ordinary specimen. The Yuan Yan Sage Ancestor, observing the white spiritual flower, glanced at it with a faint expression of puzzlement, vaguely sensing he had heard of something similar before, though he couldn't quite recall the details at the moment, and thus fell into thoughtful silence. Seeing the flower in this state, Han Li didn't hesitate—just a swift wave of his sleeve, and the flower was instantly stored away. He then produced another jade box... In this way, he successively brought forth six or seven other spiritual herbs. However, aside from the first one, the Heavenly Sound Thunder Core, the rest of the herbs left both the treasure flower and Yuan Yan completely bewildered, unable to identify them. While Han Li felt a slight sense of relief, a subtle sense of disappointment lingered. Yet, when he next revealed a cluster of pale silver spiritual grass, frozen within a five-colored ice block, both the treasure flower and Yuan Yan gasped in unison, exclaiming in surprise!