High above, a figure with silver hair hung in the air, smiling gently as he gazed upon the gathering crowd. To his appearance, he was none other than Su Qian, the senior elder of the inner courtyard. "Heh, I never thought the real drama would unfold here—I almost missed it entirely," Su Qian said, gracefully descending from the sky and coming to rest beside Xiao Yan and his two companions. His eyes turned toward Han Feng, a spark of astonishment flickering in them. "I never expected you to not only survive, but to have advanced all the way to the Douzong stage—what a surprise!" "All thanks to you, too." Han Feng's face was cold, yet his heart sank slightly. The sudden appearance of Su Qian had caught him off guard. He was well aware of Su Qian's strength—though currently, he no longer felt intimidated by him when facing off alone. Still, Su Qian had a mysterious Douzong woman of unknown origin. With these two Douzong masters working together, even with the numerical advantage of the Mo Yan Valley, defense would be no easy task. Moreover, there was Xiao Yan present. Though Han Feng harbored deep resentment toward this nominal younger brother, he knew well that Xiao Yan possessed combat prowess far exceeding his own rank. He remembered back when he himself was still only a Dou Wang—how Xiao Yan had once inflicted serious injuries upon him, even as he was nearing Douzong status. Now, with Xiao Yan having ascended to Douhuang rank, his combat strength had undoubtedly surged significantly. In this current situation, if Han Feng and the Mo Yan Valley relied solely on their own forces, it would indeed be difficult to gain the upper hand in this confrontation. "Once I can kill you once, I can certainly do it again. There's no need for you to act so petty and self-satisfied." Su Qian gave a cold, dismissive glance toward Han Feng and sneered. Upon hearing this, Han Feng's expression darkened further, his fists clenched tightly within his sleeves, producing a constant creaking sound, with a thick surge of murderous intent radiating from within him. Su Qian's arrival had also caused a subtle shift in the demeanor of Mo Tianxing and the Eagle Mountain elder—no one dared ignore a Douzong-level powerhouse, especially in such a clearly defined situation. Su Qian's presence immediately boosted the strength of Xiao Yan's faction, while the others found themselves slightly at a disadvantage. "Senior Elder, how did you come to join us? What about the matter over there?" The fierce expression on Xiao Yan's face had completely vanished. Han Feng had worked hard to provoke him, yet he had underestimated the former's composure. After the initial outburst of rage, Xiao Yan had gradually suppressed the deep-seated determination within him, keeping it buried deep inside so as not to disrupt his clear judgment. "The soul duplicate has vanished... so I followed the traces you left behind. Xiao Li and the others arrived shortly after." Su Qian turned his gaze toward the elderly man in the mountain valley, furrowing his brows. "Vanished?" Xiao Yan was momentarily startled, then his eyes sharply fixed on the elder. The latter emitted a cold laugh, stamped his foot firmly on the ground, and a gray spring of earth surged forth. Then, a formless spiritual force shot upward like lightning, piercing through the earth and finally entering his body. With the return of that spiritual power, the old eagle mountain elder's aura surged dramatically, restoring himself to a state nearly matching his peak within a brief moment. The transformation of the elder also caught the attention of Han Feng, Mo Tianxing, and the others, who all slightly frowned—seeming to indicate that this cunning old man had, through their earlier delays, successfully drawn back his spiritual body into himself. Now, his combat strength likely surpassed that of any of the present attendees. "Hahahaha, thank you all for your assistance," the elder said, with renewed confidence as his strength rapidly returned, and he chuckled warmly at the group. Mo Tianxing's expression slightly darkened, then he raised his head, bowed respectfully to Xiao Yan and the others, and smiled, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, now is not the time for internal disagreements. I'm sure all of you are eager to secure the Bodhi Body Nectar. In that case, why not simply unite and directly take it from the old master's hands? Otherwise, with his cunning, how will we ever manage to catch him once he's set his plans in motion? And as for how to divide the nectar once we have it, we can discuss that once we actually possess it. What do you think?" Xiao Yan glanced at Han Feng, nodded slightly to Xiao Yixian and Su Qian, then spoke in a low voice, audible only to the three of them: "Be careful—these fellows are heartless; they eat their prey and never let go of the bones. Watch out for their tricks." Su Qian smiled and nodded. "Young one, do you really think I'm just some old, stubborn practitioner who only knows about cultivation? Don't you think I'd have noticed such things on my own?" Xiao Yan blushed slightly. Su Qian's ability to become the Grand Elder of the Inner Court and to maintain a peaceful haven within the turbulent Black Angle Domain was unquestionable. As for the young healers, their leadership of such a large, formidable Toxin Sect clearly indicated they were no ordinary figures—indeed, they were no less capable than he himself. Seeing that Xiao Yan and the others had actually agreed to Mo Tianxing's proposal, the old eagle-mount elder's face suddenly darkened. Though he had now recovered his strength, facing four warriors of comparable power, he was certain to be at a severe disadvantage—indeed, he might not only be outmatched but might even have to sacrifice his life here. As thoughts raced through his mind, the elder forcefully stomped his foot on the ground, producing a deep, resonant thud. From within the mountain valley, dozens of earth springs, each several zhang in diameter, erupted violently, momentarily obscuring the view. As these springs surged, his figure swiftly retreated. "Move, everyone!" As soon as the elder began to act, Mo Tianxing sensed it immediately and roared, stepping forward with an eerie appearance to appear precisely where the elder had just retreated. With a swift motion of his sleeve, a beam of cold, golden light burst forth from within, then darted like lightning straight toward the elder's throat. "Hmph!" Upon seeing Mo Tianxing's move, an aura of fierce hostility flashed in the old eagle mountain elder's eyes. From within his sleeve, his dry, withered hands like ghost claws extended, then, in a strange arc and spiral, he successfully intercepted the golden light, and upon a glance, it became clear that it was a sharp, handleless dagger. "Here you go, old fool!" With a light tap of his gray-white fingernails on the dagger, a crisp sound echoed, and the dagger once again transformed into a golden streak, slicing through the air and returning to Mo Tianxing. Leveraging the force generated by the dagger's impact, the elder elder swiftly shifted his position and materialized in the air, preparing to retreat into the deep mountains. "Heh, Old Eagle Spirit, hand over the Bodhi Body-Saliva now, or don't think you'll make it out unscathed!" As the elder was just about to flee, the figure before him suddenly flickered, and a powerful, scorching punch crashed down upon him. "Boom!" In a rush, the old Eyeran elder hastily raised his fist to meet the oncoming force. The two powerful gusts of energy collided in the sky, producing a thunderous explosion that sent a violent, turbulent wind sweeping across the heavens, shaking the forest with a creaking sound. As the wind spread, both the elder and the figure behind him stepped back two paces. The figure now revealed himself—his face a cold, scornful expression, none other than Han Feng. "Indeed, a true stalwart of Black Angle Domain—your strength is no ordinary thing," Han Feng said, smiling slightly at the elder's gloomy expression, then gently raised his chin toward the sky. The elder's gaze shifted, and he observed that Mo Tianxing, Su Qian, and Xiao Yi Xian—the three Douzong masters—had now formed a tight encirclement around him, completely cutting off his escape routes. With Han Feng now standing before him, the four Douzong masters had effectively sealed off all his avenues of retreat. Facing four such formidable Douzong-level warriors, even the old Eyeran elder felt a profound sense of helplessness. A gentle breeze swept across the sky, yet it could not dissipate the heavy, tense atmosphere. Five Dao Sect masters appearing simultaneously—such an unprecedented and formidable gathering—had never been witnessed by Xiao Yan before, and many others present had likely never seen anything like it either. Locked firmly by the four distinct presences, the Elder of Ege Mountain's face shifted constantly. He knew clearly that, under today's circumstances, even a simple victory over Bodhi's Body-Fluid Saliva would now be impossible. Should he persist in his resistance, he might indeed meet his end at the hands of these four. Thoughts raced through his mind like flashes of lightning. After a long pause, the Elder suddenly clenched his teeth, waved his hand, and a jade box, glowing like emerald, materialized in his grasp. "Take this! Today's grudges—I've got them etched in stone!" A man of keen judgment, the Elder understood that with the situation as it stood, he had no other choice. With a sharp cry, he hurled the jade box skyward. The jade box slipped from his hands, and as the old Elder of Yingshan moved, he immediately headed toward the outer edge of the encircling formation. Yet as soon as he began to move, four powerful attacks surged forth, forcing him to hastily and awkwardly dodge. "Old fool, do you think we're fools?" Han Feng sneered, his gaze never once turning to the high-throwing jade box. In his eyes, the Elder of Yingshan simply couldn't have so easily handed over the Bodhi Body-Saliva. The same thought passed through Mo Tianxing's mind. Only Xiao Yi and Su Qian hesitated briefly, glancing at the jade box, but neither took decisive action. Furious at Han Feng's words, the Elder of Yingshan stormed, shouting, "You all are idiots!" As the criticism subsided, the old master of Yingshan swiftly turned and hurried toward the jade box high above, darting after it. Yet as he began to move, a sudden suction emerged, and the box swiftly glided through the air, finally landing in the hands of the black-robed young man, who also appeared somewhat hesitant. The old master watched it all with a look of growing indignation.