After a cup of tea, Han Li appeared in the hall on the third floor, taking his seat as the host while the young lady in blue robes sat as the guest. "Mr. Han, no—should I call you 'Master' instead? It's only been a few hundred years since I first met you, yet you've already attained the rank of a Senior Master. I knew, given your exceptional talent, that this day would come eventually, but I never expected it to happen so swiftly." The young lady smiled gently, showing no signs of being particularly formal or unfamiliar. "Miss Lan, there's no need for such formality. Since we've known each other for some time, let's continue as we always have. It seems, however, that you and the Guangyuan Pavilion have already gathered quite a bit of information about the events in the Land of the First Demon." Han Li smiled warmly. He had, after all, once received significant favors from her, so he naturally didn't press his seniority too heavily. "If you say so, then I shall certainly not hesitate to treat you as a close friend." The two great battles that took place in the Land of the First Demon had nearly shaken the entire demon realm. As the Guangyuan Zhai claims to know everything, we naturally received the news promptly. Yet we had never imagined that the very being long regarded as a major calamity—the Mother of the Blight—would actually be defeated through the combined efforts of the precious flower and Master Han and others. With that, I can now feel confident in continuing to run this zhai without any further concerns." The young woman with the flowing robe glanced at him with a bright smile. "In truth, the one who actually delivered the decisive blow was someone else. I and the precious flower merely held nominal roles. Otherwise, given the sheer strength of the Blight Mother, if we had faced her directly, merely surviving would have been considered a miracle—let alone defeating her. However, the full details of what transpired are somewhat delicate and cannot be shared directly with your zhai at this time." Han replied calmly. "Ah, I see. Nevertheless, I am certain that even if the Blight Mother was not personally slain by Master Han, she must have played a significant role in the victory." "Blue Ying didn't seem at all concerned, saying, "Your praise is truly kind. However, this time I've come specifically to ask you to help me contact Zilin. I plan to take her back to the Spirit Realm with me." Han Li didn't hide his purpose, speaking openly and directly. "Ah, I'll certainly take care of that matter. In fact, over the years, Zilin has been residing in a secluded sanctuary near this region, diligently cultivating. It will only take a few days to reach there. How about this—Han brother, why don't you stay at Guangyuan Pavilion for a few days while you wait?" Blue Ying readily agreed. "Very well, then, I shall be a little inconvenient to Blue Miss for a few days." After a moment's thought, Han Li accepted without hesitation. Upon hearing this, Blue Ying's expression grew even more delighted, and she immediately asked a few questions about the starting realm, topics not involving any secrets, listening with great interest. "By the way, I have one more matter that will require the assistance of your pavilion." Han Li suddenly recalled something, paused for a moment, and then said, "If there's anything you'd like to convey, Han brother, please go ahead." Lan Ying replied without hesitation. "I have a few items I'd like to show the Lady first!" Han Li said without further explanation. With a simple flick of his sleeve, four beams of white light shot out and spun gracefully in the air before instantly coalescing into four crystal slabs, each about the size of a palm. "What are these?" Lan Ying glanced at the items, her expression subtly stirred. "These bear an engraved map of a hidden treasure from the Magi Realm, a relic I happened to acquire by chance years ago. Though I now possess this map, I have limited knowledge of the Magi Realm and have never actually gone to explore the locations it indicates. Therefore, I would like to rely on your esteemed hall's assistance." "Ah, the long-cherished Secret Treasure of Qilin! To be honest, I've also long been eager to claim this treasure." Yet, despite persistent efforts, no relevant clues had been found—unfortunately, it was now in the hands of the esteemed guest. Brother Han, please rest assured: as long as the map is available and the hidden treasure truly lies within the realm of the demons, I will certainly not let you down." Lan Ying's face showed a moment of surprise, but she quickly smiled and agreed. Han nodded contentedly. ... Five days later, in the same hall of the upper floor, Han finally met Zi Ling. Upon their second meeting, both were filled with delight and surprise, each harboring a complex array of emotions. Lan Ying, being tactful, quietly withdrew from the hall, allowing the two to be alone. By now, Zi Ling had already learned of Lan Ying's attainment of the Great Perfection stage from her, but upon hearing directly from Han that the Six Poles had perished, she was utterly stunned. This event had only occurred a few months prior, and the related figures—especially the precious flowers—had deliberately kept the news from being widely disseminated. Thus, the number of people who knew of it remained surprisingly small. "Then it seems I have finally regained my freedom, no longer afraid of being transformed into another person's avatar." Zǐ Líng's eyes held a touch of bewilderment as she murmured softly. "That's certain. Not only has the Six-Pole itself remained, but none of the several avatars have even stepped out." Han Li spoke with great confidence. "With that said, I'm now at ease. So, Han brother, what would you like to discuss this time?" Zǐ Líng gazed intently at Han Li, her voice slightly hesitant. "Didn't you once say you wished to return to human form, so you could visit the human realm and see where humans live? This visit, I've specially sought out several secret techniques that should be able to drive out the true demonic energy within you, restoring your original human constitution. Once that's accomplished, you'll be able to resume practicing human-origin cultivation techniques in the spiritual realm." Han Li smiled and said. Zi Ling's face slightly changed, and instead of immediately showing joy, he remained silent for a moment before slowly asking, "Frater Han, I would like to ask you one thing—I hope to hear your genuine answer. With our relationship, why do you need to speak so formally? If there's anything you'd like to know, simply say it." Seeing Zi Ling's expression, Han's heart sank, and a faint sense of unease stirred within him. "I would like to know—how confident are you, Frater Han, in successfully ascending to the Immortal Realm and becoming a true immortal?" Zi Ling asked seriously. "Wait—how did you think of this question!" Han was surprised, his face showing genuine astonishment, as this query had clearly come as a surprise. "I only want to hear your true answer," Zi Ling insisted, gazing steadily at Han. After a moment's hesitation, Han finally composed himself and replied calmly, "If someone else were to ask me this, I would certainly not speak the truth at all." But Zilin, naturally, had no such reservations. In the past, my chances of successfully passing through the celestial ascension ordeal were probably only around two in ten. However, this time, on my journey to the Origin of the First Demon, I've gained additional opportunities. Though I don't yet know whether these opportunities will ultimately prove beneficial or detrimental, they have certainly increased my chances of ascending to the immortal realm by an additional two in ten. Han Li said this with a serious expression. "So, Brother Han now has a fifty-fifty chance of reaching the immortal realm. Though I've always known you were no ordinary Great Immortal after your advancement, I hadn't expected such strong confidence in your success." Zilin replied, her expression touched, and murmured softly to herself. "Why did you suddenly ask me about this, Han Li?" Han Li still looked somewhat puzzled. "Brother Han, since you've answered truthfully, may I ask one more question?" If I truly purge the magical qi from my body and fully restore my human form, will my original cultivation level suffer significantly—will I immediately lose several realms?" Zi Ling did not answer Han Li's question directly, but instead asked a more serious follow-up. "If you've only recently received your magical body, I'm confident I can preserve your cultivation level unharmed. However, you've practiced the Six-Pole Magical Technique for so many years now. Should I now completely remove the magical qi from your body, there is indeed a risk that you might lose one or more realms. But please rest assured—given my current strength, restoring your original cultivation level will not be difficult, and I will also ensure that your future cultivation remains stable." After a brief silence, Han Li seemed to intuitively grasp what Zi Ling was thinking, and responded with a subtle expression of surprise. "Only that your future cultivation remains stable? Since our last parting, I've carefully considered the possibility of returning to the Spiritual Realm. Yet no matter how much I reflect, I find that if I truly wish to achieve great accomplishments on the path of the Great Way, staying in the Magical Realm may actually be the best choice." As Lu Ji had told me originally, my body type is actually best suited for cultivating the magian cultivation techniques. If I return to the Spiritual Realm, even with your protection and assistance, I might just manage to reach the Great Mastery stage, but the final ascent to the heavens would surely become extremely difficult. My younger sister doesn't want it to be the case that Brother Han successfully ascends to the Immortal Realm, becoming a true immortal, while she remains in the lower realms, enduring one celestial storm after another, only waiting patiently for her eventual demise. As she spoke, the radiant beauty of her face gradually hardened into unwavering determination. "Brother Han, please don't worry—I've long had this intention, not something I've decided upon hastily. Even if my chances of ascending to the immortal realm are only one percent, I won't give up easily," said Zilin with firm determination.