Xiao Yan nodded in agreement, which surprised everyone, including Feng Qing'er. Such a matter was no trivial thing—should it truly come to light, Xiao Yan would indeed end up on the Dayan Huang Clan's blacklist. A look of concern passed over Feng Zun'er's eyes as he gazed at Xiao Yan, speaking solemnly, "All right?" "Ah, Master Feng, please don't worry," Xiao Yan smiled and nodded. "When one's upright, shadows don't matter. This kind of tactic—spreading rumors after a defeat—is something I've seen many times over the years. It's nothing unusual at all." Hearing this, Feng Zun'er felt considerably reassured. If Xiao Yan was so confident, he must indeed have solid grounds for his assurance. As for Feng Qing'er, however, Xiao Yan's words only served to rouse her ire. With a sharp expression, she coldly remarked, "Then go ahead and show off! If I manage to uncover this, you'll certainly end up with nothing but bruises and scrapes." Xiao Yan smiled with a strange expression, lightly saying, "If our search hadn't uncovered her, perhaps Miss Feng would have had to apologize right here, in front of everyone." Feng Qing'er stared at him with cold eyes, emitted a sharp sigh, bit her jade finger, and a drop of crimson blood fell, hovering before her, subtly glowing with an unusual luminescence. Xiao Yan glanced at the drop of blood—though it was bright red, upon closer inspection, a faint hint of blue could be seen. This observation made Xiao Yan ponder: the blue hue in the mysterious dried corpse's blood was notably more intense than Feng Qing'er's. Thus, it seemed clear that the dried corpse's bloodline was more refined than that of Feng Qing'er. Feng Qing'er's face remained as cold as ice, her jade finger drawing a strange symbol with the drop of blood, then she tossed her hand, causing the symbol to settle upon Xiao Yan's head, releasing a circle of red light that slowly enveloped his entire body. As the body was enveloped in that crimson glow, Xiao Yan also clearly sensed an unusual energy slowly scanning over his body, as if being observed—there was a subtle feeling of being watched. Yet, Xiao Yan remained utterly composed on his face; within, he let out a quiet chuckle. He had dared to allow Feng Qing'er to conduct the search in front of everyone, precisely because he was confident in his ability to conceal the ancient Phoenix blood essence. The crimson light slowly swept over Xiao Yan's body, repeatedly scanning the nianji on his fingers, yet no unusual phenomena emerged—this development only made Feng Qing'er's expression grow more and more strained. Observing Feng Qing'er's increasingly troubled demeanor, Feng Zun, standing beside her, felt a sense of relief settle in his heart. The search continued for a few more moments, and finally, the glow gradually faded. The symbol transformed into a streak of red light, which Feng Qing'er, with a stern face, absorbed into her body. "Miss Feng," Xiao Yan glanced at her calmly, "do you have any results?" "Where have you hidden the ancient phoenix blood essence?" Feng Qing'er bit her silver teeth tightly, her expression so intense she seemed ready to leap upon Xiao Yan and strip him bare, searching him inside and out. She had clearly sensed the presence of the ancient phoenix blood essence earlier, yet the final search results had been deeply disheartening—this search technique was especially sensitive to the essence and rarely made mistakes. At her side, Feng Zun'er's face grew serious. He coldly declared, "Feng Qing'er, don't think because you're of the celestial phoenix clan that I'll be unable to handle you. If you continue to be obstinate and stubborn, don't expect me to give the celestial phoenix clan any face!" "Heard Feng Zun'er's cold rebuke, Feng Qing'er's delicate face also slightly changed. Seeing this, Le Zun'er stepped forward and said, 'Qing'er, perhaps this matter is just a misunderstanding...' 'But...' Qing'er grew anxious, about to object, yet upon seeing Le Zun'er's slightly furrowed brow, she found herself unable to voice her words. After all, he was her master, and she had to listen to him. Moreover, she knew that Feng Zun'er was firmly protecting Xiao Yan—there seemed little hope now. If she could indeed find traces of the ancient Phoenix blood essence on Xiao Yan's body, then things might be manageable. With the prestige of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, even Feng Zun'er would have to give it some thought. Unfortunately... With her growing frustration, Qing'er finally settled only to glare at Xiao Yan with a determined, cold tone, saying, 'I won't let this matter go unattended.' Xiao Yan smiled lightly and said, 'Miss Feng, perhaps you've forgotten something?' What could be more inconsistent than the chief disciple of Fenglei Pavilion? Surely you wouldn't find it beneath your dignity, would you?" Upon hearing this, Feng Qing'er's face instantly turned as pale as iron. Her jade hands clenched tightly, trembling so much that they clicked with each movement. After a long pause, she finally managed to force out a few hesitant words from between her teeth: "I'm sorry." Xiao Yan smiled gently and, with no further intention to argue with the woman, stepped back slightly, positioning himself behind Feng Zun'er. Seeing the matter now laid bare, Feng Zun'er felt a great relief and smiled warmly at Lei Zun'er: "Ah, the results of the match have already been announced. As per our earlier agreement, shouldn't the grievances between Xiao Yan and Fenglei Pavilion now be settled and forgotten?" Master Lei's lips twitched slightly; though his heart burned with indignation, by his standing, he could not afford to embarrass himself in such a public setting. He could only stiffly nod, his gaze sharp with lightning flashes, fixed firmly on Xiao Yan, and said, "Regarding your matter with the Wind-Thunder Pavilion, considering Master Feng's face, I shall overlook it for now. However, moving forward, I hope you will take good care of yourself. Should the 'Three Thousand Thunderbolts' be disseminated from you, then I shall personally intervene and eliminate you." At Master Lei's subtly threatening words, Xiao Yan smiled gently and bowed, saying, "Master Lei, please rest assured." The Wind Master, glancing at the slightly pale Lightning Master, smiled and surveyed the hall with a warm gaze, saying, "The Lightning Master truly shows great generosity. Yet today's Four Sect Assembly seems unlikely to proceed further. By merit of strength, the Wind and Lightning Sect indeed holds a clear advantage. Thus, it appears the chairmanship of this session's Four Sect heads will remain firmly in the hands of the Wind and Lightning Sect. As for Xiao Yan's matter, it was only resolved thanks to the presence of Feng Zun'er. Though they might have been unwilling and resentful internally, at least on the surface they had given Feng Zun'er due recognition. Therefore, Feng Zun'er naturally expected a modest return in appreciation, and the honorary title of the Four Grand Masters of the Palaces proved to be the most fitting choice—since this title carried no real power, merely sounding impressive. Moreover, when it came to actual strength, the younger generations of the other three palaces indeed lacked any who could match Feng Qing'er, naturally excluding Xiao Yan himself. The outcome of their previous battle, clearly indicating who had the upper hand, had already been widely known. Hearing the Wind Sovereign's words, the Thunder Sovereign's expression slightly softened, while the Sword Sovereign and the Yellow Springs Sovereign, after a moment's hesitation, could only nod. Tang Ying could never be a match for Feng Qing'er, and as for Wang Chen—he had been severely injured by Xiao Yan at the very beginning and could hardly compete against anyone else. "Ah, well, since the grand assembly has concluded, I shall not linger any longer. Should I have the opportunity in the future, I shall come again to pay my visits. Goodbye," said the Wind Sovereign, bowing slightly to the Thunder Sovereign. Then, with a wave of his hand, fierce winds surged around him, and the wind-based energies in the heavens naturally coalesced, eventually forming a colossal, mighty wind eagle under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers. "Let's go," said the Wind Sovereign, extending his hand. With a motion, he launched himself onto the giant eagle, followed closely by Mu Qingluan. Xiao Yan, gesturing to Lin Yan at a distance, then also ascended onto the eagle. Several figures mounted the great eagles. Feng Zun placed his hands behind him, standing atop the eagle's head. With a single flap of its wings, the great eagle surged forward, carrying a powerful gust of wind, slicing through the sky with a sharp *whoosh*, swiftly racing toward beyond the Fenglei Mountains. In just a few flashes, they vanished from the countless sets of eyes watching them. Master Lei nodded slightly, then spoke with growing gravity: "Go back and inform the Tian Yao Huang Clan of this matter. When the time comes, their internal强者 will naturally step forward to capture Xiao Yan. Should the Xing Yun Pavilion intervene, the Tian Yao Huang Clan, with their strength, will find it no difficult task to deal with them." Upon hearing this, Feng Qing'er hesitated briefly, then clenched her silver teeth firmly before nodding in agreement. "If you refuse to sacrifice the Three Thousand Thunder Motions, then you will have to forgo all other combat techniques from now on..." A cold expression settled upon Master Lei's face. The quiet murmurs he emitted carried a clear, unyielding intensity, causing the nearby figures to subtly tremble. At this moment, Xiao Yan sat upon the eagle, gazing at the now-faint silhouette of Lei Mountain. The tension in his heart finally eased. His face quickly turned pale, and a stream of blood erupted from his mouth with a soft hiss. Then, he clenched his teeth tightly, and a vibrant green flame burned fiercely in his palms.