Skeleton Mountain, White Bone Cave, outside the marketplace.​ A streak of light concealed itself within the forested mountains, revealing three figures.​ Two of them were Wu Zhichong and Duanmu Yuan, who had previously attacked the marketplace but had fled in disarray.​ The third was an elderly man with snow-white hair.​ Wu Zhichong spoke cautiously, fearing that this elder, who had reached the peak of Qi Refining, might act rashly.​ Ahead lay a perilous trap.​ "Rest assured, I understand the gravity of the situation," Ouyang Feng replied sternly.​ Though his gaze toward the marketplace brimmed with deep-seated hatred, his tone remained calm and unwavering.​ "But Elder Ouyang, the Taiwei Mirror has also fallen into his hands," Wu Zhichong quickly added, then whispered,​ "The Taiwei Mirror is enigmatic and unpredictable.​ If that demon can wield it, he might rival someone at the peak of Qi Refining."​ "I've considered this," Ouyang Feng sneered.​ "The Taiwei Mirror is a spiritual treasure of our Divine Martial Sect.​ It's not something a mere demon can use at will.​ If he dares to use it, all the better!"​ "I've already summoned Master Yang Yanzi, the original craftsman of the Taiwei Mirror.​ He's furious that the mirror has fallen into demonic hands and has agreed to come to Skeleton Mountain to reclaim the treasure and restore order.​ With him here, if that demon dares to use the Taiwei Mirror against me, he's courting death!"​ Though Ouyang Feng was enraged, he remained rational.​ Especially after Ouyang Haoze's previous failure, he wouldn't risk charging into the formations again.​ After much deliberation, he concluded that luring Lü Yang out of the formation was the better strategy.​ "When does he usually leave the marketplace?"​ Faced with Ouyang Feng's question, Wu Zhichong and Duanmu Yuan exchanged glances, speechless.​ Seeing this, Ouyang Feng frowned and said displeased,​ "Haven't you been monitoring the marketplace for a long time?​ How can you not know such a trivial matter?"​ "Reporting to Elder, he hasn't left the marketplace at all."​ Ouyang Feng was taken aback.​ "Didn't you relay the news about the Witch Ghost Secret Realm inside?​ Doesn't he know that Skeleton Mountain is now teeming with opportunities?"​ The two looked aggrieved.​ "We informed him long ago."​ "Then perhaps the Primordial Saint Sect's reinforcements haven't arrived, making the demonic path weaker, so he's afraid to leave?"​ "In fact, the sect's reinforcements arrived three months ago and have been active in Skeleton Mountain.​ Yet, he hasn't left even once."​ After hearing the report, Ouyang Feng finally showed a puzzled expression.​ "I'm not going out."​ Inside the Blood Garment Tower, Lü Yang sat across from Fairy Feixia.​ He declined her invitation while handing her a cup of spiritual tea.​ "Junior Brother, you truly are..."​ Fairy Feixia looked at Lü Yang, her delicate face suddenly dazed.​ Once, she had been deeply disappointed by this junior brother's timidity.​ Yet, he had meticulously planned each step, earning the formidable title of Blood Garment Tower Master.​ It's known that all cultivators strive against the heavens for longevity.​ A single misstep could lead to death.​ Even with the concept of reincarnation, one might not retain their destiny or identity in the next life, making it unreliable.​ But now, seeing Lü Yang again, he remained as before.​ Calm, serene, seemingly indifferent to all things.​ Such a rare temperament among cultivators reminded Fairy Feixia of a saying:​ "Water benefits all things without contention; thus, nothing can contend with it."​ But in life, if you don't strive, how can you seek the Dao?​ Thinking of this, Fairy Feixia sighed.​ "Ashamed, I fear I may never attain Junior Brother's profound state of mind."​ "Senior Sister flatters me," Lü Yang smiled slightly.​ "Didn't we agree before coming here?​ This time, we won't discuss major matters, only the Dao.​ I'll teach you formations, and you'll teach me talismans."​ "I shall impart all I know," Fairy Feixia replied, gently sipping her tea.​ She lifted her veil, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.​ Beneath her thin rosy attire, her figure was alluring.​ Even her voice became unconsciously tender.​ "Speaking of which, I haven't yet thanked Junior Brother for saving my life earlier."​ The next day, as the sun rose high.​ In the marketplace, a disheveled young man paced within his cave dwelling, his face full of struggle.​ It was none other than Lü Yang's old friend, Zhao Xuhe.​ At this moment, Zhao Xuhe was at his wit's end.​ "The news about the Witch Ghost Secret Realm is now widespread.​ If I don't act soon, I'll miss my chance!"​ Thinking of this, Zhao Xuhe's aura suddenly surged.​ He was no longer at the sixth level of Qi Refining as when he first arrived at the marketplace but had broken through to the seventh level, reaching the late stage.​ It was precisely because he had overcome the bottleneck that had plagued him for years that he now considered venturing into the secret realm to seek opportunities.​ But having the intention doesn't equate to having the strength.​ Without the opportunities from Panlong Island, he could only cultivate the Yin-Yang Great Bliss Ode from Mending Heaven Peak.​ His true Qi was merely fifth-grade, and his magical powers and treasures were subpar.​ In such circumstances, seeking opportunities would be courting death.​ After much contemplation, Zhao Xuhe finally gritted his teeth, took out a long-sealed jade slip, infused it with mana, and contacted someone he hadn't seen in a long time.​ The jade slip emitted a halo, and after a long while, a voice emerged:​