Qinghai was locked in place by the two white-haired elders, his internal qi completely halted in its flow. After vigorous struggles that proved futile, his fierce gaze suddenly shifted to Xiao Yan, who coldly remarked, "You dare harm me? Then you have declared war against the Spirit Palace! I may not know what background you possess, but to offend the Spirit Palace will surely be the most foolish move!" "Hmph! Such bold words—does the Spirit Palace really hold such stature?" The white-haired elder beside him chuckled, responding. Xun smiled gently, her bright eyes turning toward Qinghai, who looked fiercely resentful, and said, "Xiao Yan brother, what do you intend to do with this senior elder of the Spirit Pavilion?" "I'll seal him. A senior elder isn't just an ordinary guardian. If we lose one, even the Spirit Pavilion will feel the loss. Perhaps we can draw upon that when it comes time to settle matters with our teachers." Xiao Yan paused thoughtfully before adding. "Seal me? That's pure fantasy!" Upon hearing Xiao Yan's words, Qinghai's face instantly grew fierce. A cold, sharp laugh escaped him, and his face flushed crimson. His inner qi surged violently, breaking free from the hold of the two black-robed elders and racing wildly throughout his body! "Watch out—he's about to self-explode!" "Seeing Qinhai in this condition, Xun'er's face paled. With one hand gripping Xiao Yan, she swiftly retreated. The two cloaked elders also frowned, quickly pressing their palms against Qinhai's body, each touch producing a low, sharp sound—faint streaks of blood mist seeping out where their palms landed. 'It's impossible to stop this—this is the unique body-explosion technique of the Soul Palace!' After struggling to prevent Qinhai's self-explosion in vain, the two elders furrowed their brows, then shook their heads in resignation, and with a sudden movement, surged backward. As they retreated, fine strands of blood mist began to spread across Qinhai's skin. His eyes bulged, blood trickling down, and the violent energy surging within him intensified, distorting the surrounding void space. 'Boom!' As more blood poured from his body, after a while, a thunderous explosion finally erupted, resonating under the collective gasps of awe from onlookers!" The flesh and blood tore apart, and a terrifying, brutal energy surged forth like a hurricane sweeping across the heavens! Under this devastating energy storm, even Xiao Yan and his companions had to quickly lower themselves. A self-sacrificial explosion from a Douzun-level cultivator was no ordinary feat—its power was truly formidable. Should one be caught within the vortex, the consequences would be dire. This raging energy storm persisted over the sky for nearly three to four minutes before gradually fading away, and only then did the previously dim, heavy hue of the heavens begin to brighten once more. "Master Tian Fire shook his head, somewhat regretful, for he himself was the very best example—thus, his words carried the most authority. Xiao Yan also sighed lightly; these old foxes weren't exactly easy to please. "Even then, his soul had to escape..." As Xiao Yan sighed, Xun'er smiled gently beside him. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan turned his head and noticed that the pair of autumn-water-like eyes, now subtly enveloped in a golden hue, emitted a faint golden glow. Xun'er's golden-lit gaze slowly swept across the sky, pausing suddenly at an empty, formless space. Raising her eyes slightly, she stirred her inner being, and when she reappeared, she had already materialized within that void. Golden flames curled around her jade hands before she struck hard and forcefully upon the empty space. With this punch, the space trembled and rippled, splitting open a crack the size of a palm. At the very instant the spatial rift appeared, Xuanyi curved her hands slightly, and a powerful suction surged forth. Immediately, they heard a sudden cry of terror emanating from within the rift—then, a translucent soul form was abruptly torn out from the void space! As soon as the soul form materialized, it charged at Xuanyi with a fierce punch. But as soon as its palm made contact with the golden flames, a series of hissing sounds erupted, and a piercing, agonized cry rang out across the sky. Xuanyi smiled faintly, then waved her hand, and a surge of golden flames erupted, instantly enveloping the Qinghai soul form. Hissing! The golden flames spiraled around Qinghai's body. With a simple thought from Xuanyi, they rapidly contracted, and as a result, Qinghai's soul form shrank swiftly, emitting a series of sharp, desperate cries. After a brief moment, it finally condensed into a compact golden orb, no larger than a palm. Xun gently held the golden light sphere, then descended to stand beside Xiao Yan, tossing it toward him with a light smile. "Xiao Yan, brother, I've entrusted him to you." Xiao Yan received the sphere, his eyes flashing with admiration. Though he could sense souls using the fallen heart flame, he had been unable to detect those hidden within the spatial rift—yet Xun had managed to do so. From his storage ring, he retrieved a jade bottle, placed the sphere inside, brushed his fingers over the mouth, and a formless flame instantly appeared. Only then did he seal the bottle back into the ring—this soul, of Dou Zun level, might prove invaluable in the future. "The fallen heart flame? Didn't Su Qian, the senior elder, jump to his feet in anger at you?" As she glanced at the formless flame, Xun's eyes curved into a crescent moon, and she smiled softly,掩嘴. Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly and sighed, "If you don't show up this time, I fear it might be quite difficult for me to escape..." "Hey, as soon as you entered Zhongzhou, the lady received the news and, despite opposition from within her family, insisted on taking us both and forcibly broke through the ancient realm, traveling across half of Zhongzhou before finally arriving here. Fortunately, you're safe—otherwise, the lady would have truly lost her temper. Honestly, I've never seen her so furious before..." the white-haired elder interjected with a smile. "Master Lin," Xin'er said, her cheeks gently flushed, with a slight scolding tone. "Heh, I'll just stop now—stop now…" Seeing this, the white-haired elder also quickly waved his hand. Gazing at Xun'er's youthful, bashful demeanor, he exchanged a glance with the black-robed elder beside him, both of them silently sighing within themselves. In the ancient realm, Xun'er had always maintained that calm, composed demeanor—rarely showing any warmth or smiles. Few within the clan had ever managed to make her smile. Combined with her unique status, she truly radiated a divine grace, making people feel rather distant and hesitant to approach her. Yet neither of them had anticipated that the lady, usually as cold and composed as a glacier goddess, would reveal such a tender, youthful sentiment before Xiao Yan. This brought both warmth and a sense of helplessness. Given her esteemed position within the ancient clan, it would be no easy task for Xiao Yan to truly be with her—despite being merely her junior. Indeed, should word of Xiao Yan's feelings toward Xun'er reach the Ancient Realm, it would undoubtedly stir a wave of upheaval, with countless young prodigies from the ancient clans rising in fury, all aiming squarely at Xiao Yan. Seeing the gentle blush on Xun'er's cheeks, Xiao Yan smiled, his heart filled with deep appreciation. Though they were separated by vast distances, she had consistently kept him in her thoughts—proof of a sentiment truly profound. At this point, Xiao Yan felt both relieved and proud. Xun'er's nature was like a pure lotus from the mundane world—perhaps due to her bloodline—so that ordinary matters rarely stirred her inner composure, and even matters of love and romance found it difficult to penetrate her heart. Fortunately, before Xun'er had fully matured into the goddess she would become, Xiao Yan had already left an indelible impression upon her. And precisely because of that impression, Xiao Yan had ultimately succeeded in winning over this goddess, long coveted by countless others. If, when she was young, their relationship had followed a more conventional path without any such experiences, their interactions likely would have remained rather limited. As Xun'er grew more mature, it might have become increasingly difficult for anyone else to reach her inner world. Yet, life rarely follows hypotheticals. Today, Xun'er's heart is deeply marked by Xiao Yan's presence—whenever she encounters anyone or anything connected to him, that veil of coolness naturally dissolves. This very phenomenon was precisely what the two white-haired elders found most moving. Gently rubbing his slightly dizzy head, a lingering aftereffect of the Tianhuo Sanxuan Transformation, Xiao Yan turned his gaze toward the quiet "Ah..." Xiang Yin lightly cleared his throat and said to Xun'er, "This is the young healer..." Then he turned to the young healer and said, "And this is Xun'er." Upon hearing Xiang Yin's introduction, both the young healer and Xun'er smiled gently, almost unconsciously, and stepped forward. Under Xiang Yin's gaze, they extended their hands—pure and delicate as jade—and gently clasped them together. As he watched the two hands intertwined, a smile began to bloom on his face. Yet, just as it formed, he stiffened, for he noticed that a gentle gray flow of energy and golden flames were slowly rising from the palms of the two women.