Then Han Li straightened his back, and remained quietly suspended in the air, waiting. After a few breaths, a flash of light appeared on the distant horizon, as if a streak of flight magic had emerged. Han Li narrowed his eyes, and at a distance of several dozen zhang, two waves of energy simultaneously rose, revealing a soft pink glow and a mass of dark mist silently. Within the pink glow, a vast floral tree silhouette flashed and vanished, and then the precious flower and the black crocodile stepped into view. The dark mist, spinning and solidifying, gradually transformed into a young man dressed in a cold black robe—none other than Yuan Yan, the Supreme Ancestor. As soon as they appeared before Han Li, they silently studied him from head to foot. After a while, the precious flower expressed a subtle change in expression, and with a gentle smile, spoke, "I truly worried when you arrived so late. But now that I see your complexion is so vibrant, I'm certain you must have gained significant benefits from your sojourn in the Spirit-Soaking Pool. With that, I am at ease." "Senior Master Bo Hua is concerned not about me, but about the elixir I hold," Han Li smiled gently and replied with composure. "What difference does that make? If you truly find yourself trapped in the Washing Spirit Pool and unable to emerge, then naturally, the elixir will be forgotten altogether." Senior Master Bo smiled brightly, showing no concern. "You're quite honest!" Han Li couldn't help but chuckle. "Enough with the small talk! As a human youth, you've just emerged from the pool—now it's time to hand over the elixir. If you wish to back out, don't blame me for taking decisive action." The black-robed young man fixed his gaze on Han Li, his eyes flashing with intensity. "Rest assured, I will not break my word!" Han Li slightly raised a corner of his mouth, then flipped his hand, producing two jade boxes. With a swift wrist motion, he threw them without hesitation toward the two demons across from him. Both Senior Master Bo, smiling warmly, and Yuan Yan the Saint-Founder, who wore a stern expression, were startled by this sudden development. Almost unconsciously, one sleeve was rolled up and a large hand swept through the air. With a brief flash, the two jade boxes settled steadily into the hands of the two. The black-robed youth could no longer conceal his excitement, and without even opening the lids, he cast his divine awareness into the boxes. After a moment, his face brightened with joy: "Ha ha, indeed, it is the Immortal Magic Grass! For ten thousand years, I've nurtured this herb in isolation, struggling to succeed—yet here, finally, I have the genuine product... Ah, wait—what is this on top of it, that you've left behind?" The two elders cast glances at Han Li, their expressions immediately turning unfavorable. "Neither of you need to be angry. Allow me to first ask—could there be an error with the medicinal herbs inside the box?" Han Li showed no sign of fear, instead calmly asking the question. "Hmph, the herbs are genuine—yet don't think you've left them untouched!" The young man in black robes fixed his eyes firmly on Han Li, speaking sharply. "The herbs are indeed correct. I too require an explanation. Otherwise, your companion will not be able to leave this island," the beautiful woman said, her tone equally grave. "Since the items are authentic and I personally delivered them directly into your hands, I have fulfilled my original promise," Han Li continued, remaining composed. "Even so—what's the difference? A human youth, do you really believe mere verbal gestures can deceive us?" Yuan Yan, the Saint-Founder, grew furious and laughed bitterly, then took a decisive step forward. Instantly, black energy surged from his body, rising into a powerful, overwhelming aura of deathly power. The vast expanse of space nearby grew hazy and resonated with a low hum, as the primordial mage-king, enraged, suddenly decided to launch a full-scale attack. "Senior, you've misunderstood! What I've placed on the herbs is not a complex spell—merely two temporary fragments of my consciousness. These fragments will naturally dissipate within a short time, causing no harm to the herbs at all," Han Li said, calm and composed. "Temporary fragments of consciousness? You mean…" After carefully inspecting the herbs in the jade box several times, the elder finally confirmed that Han Li's words were true, and her expression shifted with interest. "There's nothing more I can offer. I certainly can't risk my life betting that you two will truly allow me to leave unharmed once you receive the herbs. Therefore, I've only entrusted one fragment of my consciousness to each of the two plants. As long as I am able to safely depart from the Thunder Sea, the herbs will remain completely undamaged. Should either of you seniors show any movement, however, these two fragments will sense it immediately and burst forth in a flash. Whether the elixirs can still thrive will ultimately depend on the will of heaven," said Han Li, his eyes flashing with keen light as he spoke word by word. "You dare threaten me!" Yuan Yan burst into rage before the precious flower could respond. "No, I only wish to ensure my own temporary safety. When I leave the Thunder Sea, my scattered awareness will vanish instantly. You need not worry—after I depart, I will still ignite my scattered awareness to harm the elixirs. In fact, the consequences of doing so would only deepen my enmity with both of you, turning us into lifelong adversaries. I would never make such a foolish move." Han Li spoke calmly and steadily. "Hmph. Do you truly believe that merely by self-sacrificing your scattered awareness, you can destroy the elixirs contained within the jade box? These elixirs are rare treasures of the heavens—even flying swords and blades would struggle to harm them." Upon hearing Han Li's words, the precious flower's eyes flashed with a sudden gleam, and she coldly remarked. "Whether or not it succeeds, I wager that neither of you would dare to truly attempt it." Moreover, does Master Baohua truly believe that the temporary mental focus I've left behind is merely an ordinary spiritual awareness?" Han Li chuckled lightly, speaking with deep intention. This remark finally caused Baohua and Yuan Yan, the Saint Ancestor, to flush with renewed surprise. "Very well. This is the first time in my ten thousand years of existence that I've found myself constrained in every move and action before others. Go! If, after this, you dare to harm the Immortal Flower of Magmatic Cultivation in the slightest, I shall ensure you experience what it means to be unable to survive, unable even to die!" To Han Li's surprise, the black-robed youth, who had seemed furious, instantly regained his composure, closed the jade box in his hand, and coldly declared, as though the earlier outburst had never occurred. "This old demon truly knows how to act!" Han Li's mind tightened, yet his expression remained unchanged. Nodding, he then turned to Baohua and asked, "Master Baohua, you..." "No further words are needed. I have already agreed." As you said, even if there's the slightest chance of damage to the elixir, I won't take any risks. You may now leave. But should the traces of the elixir's presence still linger after you've departed the Lei Hai region, don't be surprised if I turn cold and unkind." After a moment's thoughtful pause, Baohua nodded calmly, without expression. "Thank you both. Then, Han will be on his way." Han narrowed his eyes, bowed slightly to the opposite figure, then stamped his foot, and truly vanished into a streak of azure light, breaking through the air. After a few flashes, the streak of light disappeared at the horizon. In the blink of an eye, only the three demons remained alone at this place. "Master Baohua, shall I follow you?" The black crocodile, who had been standing behind Baohua all along, stepped forward cautiously and asked the white-clad woman. "No. This person's awareness is strong—almost on par with mine and Yuanyan's. Your modest skill in concealment will surely not go unnoticed by him." Baohua shook her head, speaking softly. "How could you have become so timid all of a sudden?" the young man in black robes rolled his eyes and said. "Master Yuan Yan's courage is indeed admirable; if he truly dares to proceed, I shall be deeply impressed." The woman in white glanced at Master Yuan Yan without expression and replied evenly. "Hmph. My most trusted subordinate is not with me, otherwise I wouldn't have let this young human so easily go." The young man in black robes frowned, speaking with some grit in his voice. "You mean Dao Yin Sha? If she were truly here, you'd have dared to take a risk, wouldn't you?" A flash of light passed through the woman's eyes, and a subtle hint of scorn flickered on her face. "That's true. I probably still wouldn't have let her intervene. The Immortal Grass is too vital to me—I wouldn't take any risk at all." The young man in black robes slightly tensed his facial muscles before offering a wry smile. "I'm no different. This person has precisely identified our weaknesses, and thus has kept us both on our toes." The woman replied. "There's no great issue if we let this Han youngster escape, but I'm wondering—if the divine awareness he left behind on the medicinal herb truly poses no problem." The young man in black nodded first, then suddenly hesitated. "Have you noticed anything unusual?" asked Bao Hua, blinking her eyes. "Not really. If I had, I wouldn't have let him leave just like this." Yuan Yan paused and then honestly replied. "I'm about the same. I haven't detected anything special about that strand of consciousness lingering on the herb. With both of our sharp eyes, we haven't found any issue. So, I believe it's truly flawless. Let's just wait." Bao Hua sighed and spoke slowly. "If you summon your powers now and immediately drive out that strand of consciousness, how confident would you be?" Yuan Yan still seemed somewhat unconvinced, suddenly asking again. "My magical strength hasn't fully returned. If it's merely an ordinary strand of awareness, I'd probably succeed with about six out of ten chances before the herb self-explodes." "Bo Hua didn't find it at all surprising, and replied softly. "Sixty percent—indeed, a bit low. I actually have over eighty percent confidence, but I still wouldn't dare take a risk." Yuan Yan's face flashed with a moment of surprise, and he sighed, responding with resignation. Bo Hua chuckled lightly, just about to say something more, when suddenly both of the two immortals heard a resonant, elderly voice at the same time: "Hmph. Since neither of you is willing to step forward, then let me take care of it. I'll take all the other medicinal herbs on this young man's body without hesitation." "That voice..." "It's Nibhāna! It's Nibhāna himself!" Upon hearing the transmission, both Bo Hua and Yuan Yan's celestial ancestors were instantly startled and gasped in surprise.