After a few flickers of his gaze, the elder raised his hand and performed a single flip—white light flashed, and suddenly a translucent jade scroll appeared. The red-haired elder murmured softly to himself, pointing a finger at the scroll in the air. Instantly, a radiant glow bloomed across the scroll's surface, and the figures within swiftly and dynamically shifted. The red-haired elder watched the images change with a calm, motionless expression. Suddenly, the glow trembled, and the images froze in place. Among them, a man dressed in green robes, standing upright with his hands behind his back, was unmistakably Han Li. "Indeed, this is the newly attained stage of the human race's cultivator. His strength is no ordinary one—far beyond that of typical cultivators of the same level. We must treat him with the highest honors," the red-haired elder murmured to himself. With a soft snap, he lightly clapped his hands twice. At once, a wall in the hall rippled and a woman in purple imperial robes, draped in a light silk veil, materialized before the elder. "May I ask what your esteemed office requires of me?" "Flyyun, arrange for someone to receive this guest, Mr. Han Li, according to the highest level of hospitality our alliance extends to its most distinguished visitors. Make certain that he leaves thoroughly satisfied." The red-haired elder spoke slowly. "Highest level of hospitality—understood. I will personally attend to him and ensure he has no complaint at all." The woman in purple court robes was momentarily startled, responding with due respect. "Excellent. I trust you. Go ahead and make the arrangements. Mr. Han has already entered the Xuan Tian Gate. Here is his dossier—take it and review it carefully. Be mindful not to offend him in any way." The red-haired elder nodded, raised one hand toward the jade scroll, and with a gesture in the air, produced another jade scroll from his hand. He then flicked his wrist and tossed it directly forward, as if he placed complete trust in the woman before him. The purple-robed woman lifted her wrist and caught the scroll with a firm grasp, nodded in affirmation, and as her form blurred slightly, she vanished from the hall like a phantom. Only then did the red-haired elder shake his sleeve, causing the luminous glow to dissipate. At the same time, a middle-aged man dressed in a scholar's robe flashed a brief shimmer on the stone wall, stepping into view. He bowed to the elder and immediately began speaking: "Master Administrator, the final batch of auction items has arrived safely and been stored." "Excellent. These items are exceptionally precious. Several of them were specifically highlighted by our senior administrators and council elders. We must ensure that none of them are compromised in any way." In addition, the security forces for the auction gathering are to be immediately mobilized, and every restriction spell array must be inspected no less than three times... The red-haired elder issued his instructions one by one. At intervals of a few li, there were luminous spheres the size of a human head, densely clustered and resembling countless stars, radiating a soft white light that illuminated the underground realm as if it were daytime. However, with a quick sweep of his divine awareness through the dense forest, Feng Li discovered several other stone platforms identical to the one beneath him, with faint traces of human presence nearby. It seemed that the teleportation array leading into this underground world had multiple entry points, not merely the gate of Black-Burned Peak. As Feng Li extended his awareness further to probe deeper, his divine sense subtly trembled and rebounded at a distance of about ten li, as though encountering something. Feng Li smiled gently, unbothered, and stepped down from the platform, walking forward along the path of scattered stones. Blood Soul, Zhu Guo'er, the fossilized elder, and the others followed closely behind, constantly glancing around at their surroundings. After walking a few hundred paces forward, the path curved slightly, revealing a well-connected intersection. Beside the intersection stood a large pavilion entirely constructed of green branches, within which dozens of people from various ethnic backgrounds were seated, dressed in diverse attire. These ethnic figures were clearly grouped into several clusters—some conversing softly, others seated at tables with eyes closed, as if all were waiting for something. Among them, three young boys with small buns tied at their heads, pale teeth and rosy lips, appearing no older than eleven or twelve, wore uniform short garments and moved continuously between the tables, serving cups of spiritual tea or platters of spiritual fruits. Seeing this scene, Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, yet did not slow his pace—he continued steadily, leading the others forward. Upon noticing the arrival of new visitors, several of the ethnic people in the tea pavilion turned their gaze toward Han Li. As a result, most people, upon realizing that their spiritual perception could not penetrate Han Li's cultivation level, immediately grew pale, drew back their gaze, and adopted a respectful demeanor. After glancing at the various ethnic representatives beneath the pavilion, Xue Po spoke: "Master Han, this should be the reception area of the Hèlián Business Alliance. All external guests attending the auction must wait here until personally escorted by representatives from the Alliance. Otherwise, even with proper credentials, they will be unable to participate in the auction." "Ah, so the Hèlián Business Alliance truly takes great care in this regard," Han Li replied with a smile. At this point, he had already approached the pavilion and observed that, aside from a few individuals who were at the Consolidation stage, the rest of the ethnic guests were no more than at the Lingxu level. Indeed, one of the three young attendants, upon seeing Han Li and his companions approach, quickly stepped out of the pavilion, bowed respectfully to Han Li, and then approached with a demeanor of deference, ready to speak. But at that moment, a pleasant celestial sound suddenly rose from above the greenhouse, and countless white characters surged forth, spinning rapidly before coalescing into a vast, misty jade disk. As the disk rippled, a luminous array materialized within it, and a figure emerged—elegant and graceful in purple robes. "The One Who Invites," someone murmured without realizing it, and immediately, the crowd below stirred, their eyes all shifting sharply toward the jade disk. The figure on the disk was a graceful woman in purple court robes. Though her face was veiled in a light gauze, making it hard to see clearly, anyone who glanced at her at first would feel a sudden flutter of admiration. As soon as the woman stepped into view, her gaze swept down to the crowd, her eyes gently gliding before settling firmly on Han Li. "May I inquire, esteemed elder, if you are the renowned Han Elder of the human race? I, Feiyun, have been sent to invite you to the First-Class Guest Hall." The lady in imperial attire lightly curtsied to Han Li, then asked in a respectful tone. "Ah, you are the Flying Cloud Lady. I indeed come from the human race, sent to retrieve me. But I wonder, under whose command were you sent?" Han Li glanced over the lady, his expression showing a touch of interest. "My junior naturally serves the local chief, Ming Zun, under his command. The Grand Overseer has instructed that Master Han's status is exceptional and that he shall be treated with the highest level of hospitality." The lady in purple spoke without hesitation. "Highest level of hospitality... Indeed, it seems a true Stage-Transcendent Elder has arrived." "Perhaps not merely a regular Stage-Transcendent Elder," murmured the people from other ethnic groups beneath the pavilion, now stirred by the lady's words. "Ming, I've heard of your name before. It's a pleasant surprise to learn that you are one of the He Lan Merchant Alliance. Very good—please lead the way ahead." Han Li nodded slightly, speaking calmly. "Yes, Master, please." The young woman in purple robes slightly inclined her body, gracefully stepping aside to the edge of the jade platform. As Han Li and the others continuously shifted their positions, they all swiftly ascended onto the platform. Only then did the young woman raise one hand, chanting a spell—causing the jade platform to spin smoothly—and the light array reappeared. After a ripple of spatial disturbance, the group, together with the platform, vanished in a single flash. These twelve women appeared to be no older than sixteen or seventeen, clearly not of the same lineage. Some had horns atop their heads, others had pale green skin, yet each one was beautifully graceful and charming, radiating elegance. Each held in her hands various items—incense burners, jade scepters, fans, and more. The lady in purple robes explained without blinking, then addressed the twelve women. "Bow to the master." Though still kneeling by the side, the twelve young women immediately changed their words to "Bow to the master." "Ah, Miss Xiang? Heh, your alliance truly has grand taste. Then, I shall not be able to refuse this honor. Rise now, all of you. Guo, you shall take charge of them for now." Hearing this, Han Li chuckled warmly and gladly accepted the generous gift.