The imposing atmosphere of the plaza immediately caused Xiao Yan's body to descend rapidly by several dozen meters, only then easing the pressure and tightness in his chest. He now gazed steadily at the three white-robed elders, feeling increasingly troubled—three Supreme Battle Masters personally intervening? Wasn't that an extraordinary show of confidence, especially considering he was just an obscure young prodigy? Due to the Yunlan Sect's unique status, some of its senior cultivators rarely participate in the so-called imperial rankings of the strongest warriors. Otherwise, wouldn't the elder figures occupy most of the top spots? This behavior naturally causes some of the stronger cultivators to feel slightly dissatisfied—a situation the Yunlan Sect certainly does not wish to see. Although, on the imperial list of the top ten warriors, aside from the Sect Master Yun Yun, none of these three elders appear. However, when it comes to individual strength, they may not match the two Wind Travelers—Feng Li and others—invited by Guo He during his desert expedition last time. Yet, when working together, leveraging the Yunlan Sect's unique cultivation techniques and coordinated combat skills, even a Duke-level cultivator would find it difficult to take them down in the short term. And it's no surprise that all present are left speechless, given that these three elders have now decided to act in unison specifically to capture Xiao Yan. "This little fellow seems to be in quite a bit of trouble. With these three elders intervening, even I would have to be delayed for a while. If he can't match the strength he displayed when he defeated Mo Cheng, then today, he'll likely have to stay at Yunlan Sect." Jia Xingtian gazed at the battlefield above, speaking calmly. Fama slightly furrowed his brow and nodded. "Fama Elder, you're not planning to step in at all? Hehe, after all, isn't Xiao Yan also an honored elder of your Pharmaceutical Guild?" Jia Xingtian suddenly turned to smile at Fama. "Given the current situation, Yun Ling has already made up his mind to keep Xiao Yan here. If I intervene, I doubt he'll change his resolve." "Fahma shook his head, saying, "You know the strength of Yunlan Sect. As the head of the Alchemy Guild, I represent the interests of the entire guild. If I step in directly to help Xiao Yan, it would harm the relationship between both parties. Therefore, I can only find an opportunity to relay his message. As long as Xiao Yan is not the one who killed Mo Cheng, I'm certain Yun Yun will still give me the benefit of the doubt." Jia Xitian chuckled warmly. He naturally understood that Fahma couldn't intervene at this moment to resolve Xiao Yan's crisis—though strong, both of them had their own commitments and couldn't act entirely at will. Behind the two, Hai Bode, listening to their conversation, sighed with a sense of resignation. He hadn't expected the very thing he most wanted to avoid to actually happen. Yet, for the sake of the Fuzi Ling Dan, which could restore Xiao Yan's strength, he would have to press forward and face down the towering mountain of Yunlan Sect no matter what. … "Xiao Yan, give up your resistance. Until we have clarified the truth of what's happened, we won't harm you—only ask that you stay at Yunlan Sect for a while." Yun Ling placed both hands behind his back, gazing upward at the sky, and spoke loudly. "Just as Yun Ling's voice had settled, Xiao Yan suddenly surged downward, straight toward the disciples of Yunlan Sect who were meditating on the plaza. Only by creating chaos could he hope to escape. 'Young man, stop resisting!' Unfortunately, Xiao Yan's plan hadn't escaped the notice of the three senior elders of Yunlan Sect. One of them, an elderly man with white hair, flapped his wings behind him, and a gust of wind surged forth—by the time he reappeared, he had already positioned himself precisely along Xiao Yan's path of descent. 'Hmph!' With a furrowed brow, Xiao Yan muttered under his breath at the elder blocking his route, then vibrated his wings and twisted his body to maintain momentum. Yet, as his body had just turned, a white-robed elder materialized suddenly a few paces ahead, his dry hands pointing directly at Xiao Yan, and with a calm voice, he murmured, 'Wind Bind!' As the sound faded, a surge of powerful wind erupted from the elder's palm, instantly transforming into tangible strands that whipped toward Xiao Yan with lightning speed. The wind strands moved with remarkable swiftness, and within a blink, they encompassed every inch of space around Xiao Yan. The elder then clenched his hands tightly, causing the strands to rapidly contract and encase Xiao Yan like a cocoon. On the plaza, the Yunlan Sect disciples, gaping at the white-robed elder who had captured Xiao Yan in barely a single round, were left in awe—never having imagined that a Duke-level warrior could be so formidable. Even Xiao Yan, who had previously defeated Lan's sister, was subdued in just one exchange, revealing a staggering gap between them. A faint sound, and the silken wind ropes densely woven around the silkworm cocoon suddenly burst forth, projecting a figure of jade-green hue. Wherever this figure passed, the wind ropes—capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a Grand Master—vanished instantly. After nearly five minutes of fleeing, the three senior elders of Yunlan Sect finally grew slightly impatient. At that point, they no longer hesitated due to the unusual flames on Xiao Yan's body. With synchronized movements, the three figures leapt and flashed, reappearing in a triangular formation, completely enclosing Xiao Yan within a triangular space less than five meters in diameter. Staring intently at the luminous membrane enveloping all directions, Xiao Yan waved his hand, and a stream of emerald flame surged forth, adhering to the energy wall. The intense heat caused the membrane to tremble slightly, yet every time a portion was scorched, a stronger surge of energy immediately flowed in, repairing and thickening it further. Though blessed with the unique power of the hetero-fire, the gap in strength between the two remained vast, especially since three Supreme King-level warriors from the other side were simultaneously engaged. Had it not been for the fact that the opponents were somewhat wary of the hetero-fire, Xiao Yan would have been captured long ago. "Damn it!" murmuring as he gazed upon the unyielding energy prison, Xiao Yan gritted his teeth. Outside the energy prison, the three senior monks of Yunlan Sect slowly channeled energy within their palms, and as the energy flowed, the triangular energy prison began to shrink gradually. Staring at the energy prison gradually compressing toward him, Xiao Yan's face paled. He spread his wings and swiftly darted to a barrier of energy, channeling a surge of emerald flame from his palms, forcefully striking it. He hoped to break through the barrier using the unique power of his heterofire. Yet, despite his good intentions, how could he possibly shatter a barrier formed jointly by three powerful Dou Wang-level warriors with his own strength? Each time he punched the barrier, only ripples spread outward—never disturbing its solid foundation. At this moment, Xiao Yan felt just like a bird trapped within a cage, flapping its wings desperately yet unable to escape the vast network of energy. Under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers, the triangular energy barrier steadily shrank. What had once spanned nearly several zhang in length now hovered mere meters away from Xiao Yan's body. For the one about to be bound, the group on the giant tree exchanged glances, yet none of them stepped forward. Only Lan Jie moved slightly, taking a step forward, but ultimately could not press on—his feet remained suspended in the air, his face shifting constantly. After a long while, he sighed and slowly retracted his foot. Within the triangular energy barrier, sensing that escape was now hopeless, Xiang Yan ceased his futile resistance. The jade-colored flames on his body gradually receded inward, and with a calm gaze toward the three senior elders beyond the barrier, he slowly closed his eyes. "Has he given up?" Gazing at the now-closed-eyed Xiang Yan, the three Cloud岚 Sect elders raised their brows, waving their hands. The energy barrier, which had been steadily shrinking, suddenly contracted once more with renewed force. Under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers, the triangular energy barrier continued to shrink. Yet, just as everyone believed Xiang Yan was destined to meet his fate, a sudden turn of events unfolded! "Oh...," came a faint, slightly weary sigh, which slowly resonated through the sky. As the sigh settled, a wave of cold air swept down, causing the temperature on the plaza to drop rapidly. Sensing the sudden drop in temperature, the three senior elders of Yunlan Sect were momentarily stunned, then their faces turned pale as they quickly turned their gaze toward the energy barrier. There, a frail, elderly figure emerged like a ghost, slowly materializing. Once the elderly figure appeared, the cold within the barrier surged dramatically. The energy barrier, which had been rapidly contracting, now encountered an insurmountable resistance—it no longer shrank at all, but instead expanded swiftly under the force of that terrifying cold. Watching the barrier grow ever larger, the three elders' expressions grew increasingly grim. They urgently shouted, "Take care! Retreat!" "As the sound of the drink had just settled, a sudden surge of terrifying cold energy erupted violently, and the energy barrier that had been nearing its limit finally gave way under the immense pressure. With a thunderous roar that echoed across the sky, the energy wall forged by the three Grand Battle Masters was forcibly shattered. A multitude of eyes widened in astonishment, fixed on the three senior masters retreating rapidly into the sky. Then, their gaze swiftly shifted to the site of the explosion, where two figures emerged, faintly visible. Below, Yun Ling's expression grew increasingly grave.