Li Qinghong's jade-like fingers spread open, grasped, and turned—the spear flipped over like a streak of white light, and in the blink of an eye, it went from being held horizontally to being gripped upright, extending straight out with the flat and long tip pointing diagonally towards the ground, buzzing loudly.

"Du Ruo!"

Li Qinghong's voice was clear and bright, her eyes like shining stars. Clad in jade armor and long boots, her naturally valiant and elegant figure, paired with the spear, took on a thrilling air that immediately caught everyone's attention.

Practically all the Qi Cultivators from the family had arrived. Tian Youdao and An Zhiyan, the eldest among them, remained calm, whereas Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming both became momentarily distracted before hurriedly averting their gaze.

The Dou Clan's lady, in her red dress, looked enviously at her niece.

"Good!"

Li Yuanjiao couldn't help but praise aloud, a hint of pride flashing across his face. He didn't have time to ponder why the spear was given such a name, but thought to himself:

"Qinghong's attire from head to toe is probably on par with that of a Sect disciple. This spear from our family will surely become renowned far and wide!"

The Du Ruo Spear was also considered quite good among Foundation Establishment Magical Instruments. The Li Family hadn't seen many Foundation Establishment instruments, but it was clear that both the Green Ruler Sword and this spear were somewhat superior to the Yu Family's Jade Smoke Mountain.

Li Yuanjiao composed himself slightly before clearing his throat twice, causing Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming, who kept sneaking glances at Li Qinghong, to feel slightly embarrassed. He then said in a grave voice:

"A Foundation Establishment level outsider Cultivator has come to our home and is waiting at the foot of the mountain. Unfortunately, this coincides with the old ancestor already being out in search of opportunities to break through to the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, far in the Northern region…"

Their hearts full of questions were suddenly cleared. Tian Youdao stroked his long beard, his deep voice resonating:

"What's to be feared is if this person is a Devil Cultivator… should they go mad, I fear rivers of blood will flow!"

Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming exchanged a look, and then they understood why they had been summoned to the mountain. If that person really was a Devil Cultivator, probably only the Sunbeam Profound Light Formation could offer some resistance…

"Many thanks to the Family Head for the protection!"

An Zhiyan flattered with a sentence, his expression turning somewhat ugly; after all, his wife and children were still at the foot of the mountain. Li Feiruo had borne him a son and a daughter, both with Spirit Apertures, which was considered quite remarkable. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Li Yuanjiao shook his head slightly, responding:

"The Clan Head Courtyard has already moved all the direct lineage and wives and daughters to the base of the mountain."

Upon hearing this, everyone relaxed. Li Yuanping had already planned for such contingencies, and everything was well-prepared, taking a load off Li Yuanjiao's shoulders since he might need these people to defend the formation later, and being free of worries would allow them to focus better.

Liu Changdie had left behind eight high platforms when he first established the Sunbeam Profound Light Great Formation. They could be used to relay enhancement to the Great Formation. Now that there were exactly eight people present, unleashing the full power of the Sunbeam Profound Light Great Formation would not be so easily broken through even by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Li Wen was still at the foot of the mountain...

As Li Yuanjiao was considering this, someone arrived on a gust of wind into the courtyard, a large figure holding one large gold melon hammer in each hand, looking very fierce—it was indeed Li Wen.

No sooner had Li Wen's feet touched the ground than he knelt in respect, saying:

"Family Head!..."

After conveying the message left by Li Yuanping and explaining the situation, Li Yuanjiao nodded slightly and gestured:

"For now, everyone go to your assigned formation positions."

All the Guest Elders and outsiders nodded and dispersed. Li Qinghong pointed out a formation position for Li Wen to take, then turned around and asked:

"Brother! Can we trust this?"

"There's some credibility to it."

Li Yuanjiao narrowed his eyes slightly, to which Li Qinghong reminded:

"Just be careful that Yuanping isn't being blinded by some spell."

A plan sparked in Li Yuanjiao's mind, and he replied:

"We shall see soon enough!"

With that, he turned and went back inside. Soon after, he took out a small grayish mirror. Li Qinghong immediately understood, and Li Yuanjiao closed his eyes, concentrating as he looked towards the mountain.

In the side courtyard, next to a small table, sat a young man in white, wearing a Taoist crown and with an ordinary face. His vital breath was even and smooth, appearing quite transparent in front of the Dharma Mirror and even emanating a sense of immortal loftiness. Just one glance and it was clear he was not a bad person.

Meanwhile, Wang Xun was sipping tea from a Jade Cup, with a Peach Wood Sword resting on his knees. His Taoist robe's cuffs were embroidered with gold patterns, and behind him was a Sword Box that shimmered with golden light, giving off a somewhat ethereal aura.

"A Sword Box?"