Seeing that Xiao Yan had made up his mind, Feng the Venerable said nothing further, only paused briefly, then retrieved an ancient jade from within his meditation vestment and offered it to Xiao Yan. "Hold onto this star jade," he said. "Whenever I wish to find you, I will be able to do so through it. Should you ever encounter any difficulties that you cannot resolve, simply break it, and I shall immediately sense it." Xiao Yan nodded slightly, respectfully accepted the jade, placed it within his meditation vestment, and bowed deeply to Feng the Venerable, saying, "Thank you, Elder Feng." Feng the Venerable smiled, waved his hand, and gently tapped Xiao Yan's shoulder before continuing, "The fact that Yao Chen has entrusted this technique to you speaks volumes about his regard for you. Back in the day, Han Feng, that stubborn creature, had been so eager to learn it—yet Yao Chen never once taught it to him." Xiao Yan nodded silently. The Yeold had poured countless efforts into him, and Xiao Yan knew this well—thus, in his heart, he regarded the Yeold as his own father. Over the years, to gain the strength needed to save the Yeold, he had also made countless personal sacrifices. The path of cultivation was solitary and monotonous, yet Xiao Yan had endured it with steadfast resolve. From a once-ordinary member of his family to his current standing, the hardships he had overcome were far beyond what ordinary people could achieve. Feng Qing'er and Tang Ying indeed possessed exceptional talents, but behind them stood powerful supporting forces. Xiao Yan, however, relied solely on the Yeold and his own efforts. "Wind Master said, though the Xingyin Pavilion's power was not to be underestimated, it still fell short when compared to the vast and enigmatic Huan Palace. The Huan Palace's true strength remained shrouded in mystery—should their preparations be inadequate, not only would they fail to rescue Yao Chen, but they might even lose the Xingyin Pavilion itself. Xiao Yan nodded in agreement. He was well aware of the Huan Palace's formidable strength and knew that any hasty move could prove disastrous, potentially leading to total collapse. "Time is pressing," Wind Master continued. "I won't linger any longer. Remember: from now on, remain vigilant. As I predict, Feng Qing'er will not easily give up the ancient Phoenix Blood Essence. The Tian Yao Phoenix Clan is not one to be taken lightly. Should you encounter any difficulties that cannot be resolved, simply shatter the Star Jade." Xiao Yan nodded slightly, then bowed to Feng the Elder, and with a nod of his chin toward Lin Yan beside him, the two moved swiftly, stepping off the back of the giant eagle and descending rapidly toward the ground. As he watched Xiao Yan and Lin Yan's figures settle into the sky, Feng the Elder exhaled gently, his gaze fixed on Zhongzhou and Xiyu, murmuring, "Old man, finally, I've heard from you. Rest assured—this time, I will surely bring you back." With that, he waved his sleeve, and a strong wind surged forth. The giant eagle cried out a clear, resonant note, flapping its massive wings and transforming into a gust of wind, swiftly vanishing at the horizon. As for the magical toxin spots within his body, with his current strength, Xiao Yan now has the ability to resolve them on his own. Though he cannot fully assimilate them in one go, he doesn't need to do so—at present, the qi contained within the toxin spots is exceptionally strong. Consuming it all at once would offer him little benefit; instead, a steady, gradual assimilation would be far more suitable. "The place where Dan Ta is located is called Dan City, which is nearly the area with the highest concentration of alchemy practitioners across the entire continent. Within a thousand li of Dan City, the entire region falls under the influence of Dan Towers and is known as the Dan Realm. This place is quite distant from Dan City—even with the use of spatial wormholes, it would likely take at least a month to reach." Lin Yan spread his hands and said. "Then let you guide us. First, find a city equipped with spatial wormholes, and then proceed to Dan City." Xiao Yan smiled. Having someone familiar with the route to guide them certainly made things much easier, saving him from feeling like a lost bird flapping aimlessly. Though the Dan Festival hadn't started yet, he still needed to locate Xiao Yi and Zi Yan before then. "Yes," Lin Yan nodded. "Are you going to attend the Dan Festival hosted by the Dan Towers? Hehe, by the way, Li Qing's family also resides in that same region." "Li Qing?" "Heard that name before, didn't he? A smile played on Xiao Yan's face—he too had a strong liking for this open-minded fellow. "That guy has always thought highly of you, often mentioning you in his talks. But now, as the head of his family, he's quite imposing. Still, he's frequently put upon by some of the elder members of his family, which makes him rather frustrated." Lin Yan chuckled. "If it's convenient, I'd be glad to visit him." Xiao Yan smiled, equally nostalgic about his old friends from the inner courtyard. Lin Yan nodded, his back slightly stiffening as his dual aura wings extended, then flapped once, transforming into a streak of light and swiftly heading toward the distance. Following closely behind, Xiao Yan stepped into the air, keeping pace with him. ... Here lies a realm of marvels, where endless clouds and mists drift eternally above, resembling a fairyland. The energy of this land is especially rich and potent; practicing cultivation here would surely yield far better results than elsewhere. The terrain is dotted with countless rugged mountain ranges, and occasionally, streaks of luminous light flash across the sky, radiating a powerful aura that would command attention in other regions. Beneath the mist, there stands a particularly steep mountain peak, resembling a colossal sword piercing the heavens—so towering that when one looks up, only the swirling clouds are visible, and its summit remains out of sight. At the summit, where the mist swirls, there rests a smooth, round piece of emerald stone. Upon it, a graceful figure sits in meditation, hands forming cultivation gestures. As her breath flows in and out, tangible serpentine streams of qi spiral continuously around her delicate nose. Qian Ying wore a simple, cool blue robe, neither elaborate nor ornate, yet exuding a refreshing grace that calmed the soul. A delicate purple silk sash gently cinched her slender waist, accentuating the natural curves of her already graceful figure. Gazing upward, one saw a serene face, as fresh and charming as Feng Qing'er’s—her eyes shimmering with a subtle ethereal light. Simply by looking into them, one’s fiercest anger seemed to soften and fade. Such a woman appeared like a celestial maiden or a pure lotus blooming untouched in the earthly realm—radiating an elusive, intangible charm that made one wish to admire her from afar, yet never dare to touch her. A girl born under such celestial grace would surely leave many men feeling self-conscious before her. The abundant celestial and terrestrial energies surrounding her swirled gently around the girl, like stars gathering around the moon, constantly flowing into her body in response to her intentions. This serene cultivation lasted nearly an hour. As her luminous eyes, previously softly closed, gradually opened, a streak of golden flame flashed forth, and with it, an unusual sense of pressure radiated outward. Under this distinct pressure, even the surrounding celestial and terrestrial energies grew sluggish, subtly stirring. With graceful poise, the girl rose to her feet, her tall, elegant figure especially alluring. She slightly tilted her head, glanced back over her shoulder, and smiled gently, saying, "Master Ling, come out." In that moment, her smile radiated an unparalleled grace, as if the very atmosphere around her had been subtly brightened. As the girl's voice fell, a shadow behind her also slowly shifted, eventually taking the form of an elderly figure who bowed respectfully and smiled, saying, "Your perception is truly astonishing. I only just arrived here and was already detected." Regarding this modest compliment, the girl remained indifferent, gently brushing aside her scattered hair with her jade hands, and asked, "Master Ling, have you come for any particular matter?" "If there were no matter at hand, I would never dare to disturb your meditation," the figure replied, lifting his head to reveal a weathered face—indeed, it was Ling Ying, the one who had once protected Xiao Yan. And as for this refined young lady before him, who else could it be but Xun'er, the one Xiao Yan had long cherished? "The affairs of the clan hold little interest for me," Xun'er said casually. With a simple gesture of her jade hand, the swirling mist coalesced into the face of a handsome young man. Gazing at this face, the beauty on her countenance softened, revealing a rare, gentle smile. On hearing this, Ling Ying also smiled, and with a teasing tone said, "I'm certain the lady will find my words most interesting." Xun'er's gaze remained fixed upon the man's face formed by the gathering mist. Upon hearing Ling Ying's words, she glanced at him with a gentle smile and replied, "I hope so... go on." Ling Ying cleared his throat lightly and then said slowly, "According to my most recent information, there has emerged a young man named Xiao Yan in the northern region of Zhongzhou..." "Give the order. I'm going to step into the Ancient Realm!"