Han Li raised his hand and made a gesture toward the ancient green gōu. Instantly, the surface of the gōu shimmered with a cascade of green light, then shot toward Han Li with a sharp "whoosh." Han Li extended his arm and effortlessly caught it, held it in front of him, examined it for a moment, then suddenly smiled and handed it over to Yin Yue beside him. "This item appears to be a holy artifact fused with fragments of Xuan Tian. While it may not be of much use to me, it should be perfectly suited for you." "Thank you, Han brother. I'll take it then," said Yin Yue, her heart filled with delight. Without hesitation, she grasped the ancient gōu and eagerly examined it. At that moment, Han Li raised his hand again, and the yellow gourd instantly broke through the air and came into his hands. "This is..." Han Li glanced over the object in his hand, his face briefly expressing surprise. After a moment's thought, he flipped his palm and silently closed the gourd, then turned his gaze toward the final of the three treasures. That sleek, black miniature vessel clearly must be the famed "Mò Líng Sacred Vessel." After gazing at it intently, Han Li smiled again and, with a single hand, pressed a seal of magic toward the vessel, pointing it into the air. This vessel rises several dozen levels high, its entire body sleek and lustrous, adorned with countless intricate spiritual patterns. Standing at either the fore and aft of the great ship are dozens of silver banners of varying heights, each bearing faintly inscribed images of strange beasts and rare birds. On every deck of the vessel, rows of upright magical crystal automaton guards stand in straight, vigilant formation. On a high platform at the very top of the great vessel, Han Li stood motionless with his eyes slightly closed. Ying Yue stood behind him, a touch of excitement on her face. "Finally back in the Spiritual Realm—surprisingly easier than I expected! This magical spiritual vessel possesses spatial capabilities, which is a pleasant surprise." Once the entire vessel had emerged from the vortex, Han Li opened his eyes, a satisfied expression on his face. "The entry point we sought wasn't very stable. We originally thought choosing that route would take us longer to return to the Spiritual Realm." Ying Yue smiled gently in reply. "Regardless, this journey into the Demon Realm has certainly been worthwhile." Han Li said with a smile. "Indeed!" Ying Yue nodded eagerly, thinking of the treasures she had received from the portion of the Qi-Ling Secret Repository. "Alright. Since we've returned to this realm, let's first determine our current location, and then head directly back to the Sacred Island." "Master Mo and Elder Ao Xiao should both be waiting for us over there," said Han Li calmly after swiftly scanning the entire mountain range with his divine awareness. "Ah, from the tone of Master Han, it seems this place is not far from the human realm." Yin Yue perked up. "Although there's some margin of error, the location is actually closer to the human realm than we anticipated." Han Li replied. "That's excellent. Then let's go now," said Yin Yue, delighted. Han Li smiled gently, without immediately responding, as his magical holy vessel beneath him trembled and then surged forward with a resonant hum. The black vortex that had remained in place gradually began to dissipate and vanish shortly after the vessel departed. Half a year later, on the holy island at the boundary between the human and spirit races, a young silver-haired man and an elder were conversing in the main hall—none other than Elder Ao Xiao and Mo Jianli. Standing respectfully at either side of the hall were over a dozen senior elders of the island. "Let me calculate—Han Xiao should have returned long ago. Has he encountered some unforeseen matter in the realm of demons?" This time, Old Master Ao Xiao frowned, his voice tinged with concern as he spoke to the elder across from him. "Rest assured. Master Han's powers have grown far beyond what we could have imagined. Even the mother of the pest insects couldn't overcome him—what could possibly go wrong?" Master Mo Jianli shook his head in reply. "Hmph. It's true that he's spoken of as such, yet there are countless powerful beings in this world. Han isn't the kind of person who stays content. Who knows—perhaps he'll find himself in yet another serious predicament?" Old Master Ao Xiao said, rolling his eyes. "Hah! Master Mo, it sounds as though you're growing more like your father-in-law, lecturing on matters of his daughter's marriage to Han Xiao. Is it really true that you're secretly hoping to pair your granddaughter with Han?" Master Mo Jianli, stroking his beard, smiled gently. "Even if I harbor such a thought, it would hardly be surprising." With Ling'er's talent, while she may not be certain to attain the Great Perfection with a hundred percent assurance, she still has a far better chance than these younger ones below. Moreover, if I become the companion of the Han youth, then our human and immortal clans will surely be even closer—more like one family. Ao Xiao, with a flick of his eyes and a gesture toward the senior elders on either side, said. Upon hearing this, the senior elders from the Sacred Islands felt a wave of embarrassment, yet continued to nod vigorously in agreement. "You old fellow..." Mo Jianli smiled bitterly, though inwardly he had to admit that Ao Xiao's words held a good deal of truth. "However, I seem to have heard that the Han friend already has a deep, long-standing partner in dual cultivation during his time on the human plane. Otherwise, it would be strange that after his ascension to the spiritual realm, he has not yet sought out another female cultivator." Mo Jianli added thoughtfully. For beings like us, having several dual cultivation partners is hardly anything unusual. Moreover, my eyes, though not quite sharp, are far from dim—naturally, I can see that this young man holds genuine feelings for my daughter Ling'er." Ao Xiao the Elder chuckled. "Given what you've just said, it truly seems to be the case. After all, Brother Han is still quite young compared to us elders. If he were to find a few more companions within the clan, there's a very good chance of producing some exceptionally talented descendants." Mo Jianli blinked and said this slowly and thoughtfully. Ao Xiao the Elder paused, startled, then laughed helplessly, pointing at Mo Jianli, as though wishing to say something more. But just then, a sigh echoed through the air, and suddenly, a familiar male voice rang out clearly in the hall: "I beg your pardon, the two of you—please don't make me laugh at this. Otherwise, I shall never dare to meet you again." As soon as the words were spoken, a ripple passed through the entrance of the hall, and two figures—male and female—materialized before everyone. One of the young men, dressed in a green robe and looking deeply resigned, was Han Li. The beautiful woman standing beside him, flushed and blushing slightly, was Yin Yue. Upon seeing this scene, the senior elders from both holy islands immediately gasped and hurried forward to pay their respects. Ao Xiao and Mo Jian exchanged glances, both visibly astonished. "Han Daojun, you've finally returned. Now I can finally rest easy," said one of the elders. "Ha ha, Han junior! I thought you'd actually managed to take Ling'er away with you!" The two senior cultivators of the Great Perfection stage also rose to greet them simultaneously. "You two are being overly formal," Han Li smiled. "I and Yin Yue have been perfectly safe all along! There's no need for so many formalities, my friends." Then, with a wave of his hand, he invited all the elders from both islands to rise and depart. "For now, you may go down to the lower levels—we'll have a good chat with Han Daojun." Ao Xiao directly instructed the gathering of elders. The senior monks of Zhong Sheng Island, hearing this, could not hesitate, and all respectfully agreed before retreating from the hall. In a moment, only Han Li and the other three remained. Han Li, without ceremony, casually took a chair and sat across from the two Grand Stage cultivators. Meanwhile, Yin Yue walked a few steps to near the old master Ao Xiao, gave him a few withering glances, and then stood behind him. She clearly still felt somewhat shy over her earlier remarks. "Master Han, if it weren't for your timely assistance, I truly fear we would have perished in the realm of demons this time. Regardless, I will never forget this debt of gratitude." Mo Jianli bowed sincerely to Han Li. "Indeed, without your timely intervention, I fear we would have ended up alongside those demon youths, buried within that ancient seal. I will surely repay you in good measure in the future." Old Master Ao Xiao's expression grew serious, and he expressed his gratitude with equal gravity. "Please, do not be so formal!" The two senior monks have devoted themselves tirelessly, year after year, to ensure the survival of our two clans. What, then, could be more than a minor matter when it comes to my younger self's effort to save them?" Han Li shook his head repeatedly in reply. "Heh, this is quite different. Even if we once fell short in serving our clans, that cannot be compared to the life-saving grace you have shown us. This debt must be repaid." Mo Jianli chuckled and said so. Ao Xiao, the elder sage, also nodded in agreement. Seeing this, Han Li smiled and shook his head slightly, finding himself at a loss for further words. In the following conversation, Han Li naturally shared with the two great masters their respective experiences in the realm of magic, as well as various matters concerning the Mother of the Midge. Naturally, he mentioned not a single word about the ancient true immortal still hidden within the Primordial Demon Realm. Instead, he attributed entirely the destruction of the Mother of the Midge to the glory of the Blossom and the ancient seal. This explanation left neither Ao Xiao nor Mo Jianli with any doubts. "Han, you've just returned to the clan—rest well now, and for now, don't go out much." Mo Jianli suddenly said to Han Li, his expression somewhat unusual.