Passing on the Light of Buddha's Wisdom: Enchanting Wu Song and Developing an Emergency Headband! (Continued)

The moment Lin Chen's words fell, an utterly yin, bone-chilling gale burst violently from deep within the fan's ribs!

As the airwaves spread, Cao E, Xi Shi, Zhu Yingtai, Lin Long'er, and the others standing nearby had their skirts and robes ripple in fine waves, while the hair by their ears and temples lifted in the wind.

Everyone subconsciously narrowed their eyes.

Even Ji Gong instinctively reached to hold down the brim of his hat, afraid it would be blown away.

But only then did he realize that the tattered hat on his head had long since been replaced by the Five-Leaf Treasure Crown of Great Wisdom's authority, which could not be casually stirred by the wind.

The airwaves gradually dispersed.

Above the stone platform, a newly born treasure fan floated silently in place.

At first glance, its fan leaf was withered yellow, like a dead leaf repeatedly battered by autumn frost—dull in color and utterly unremarkable.

Yet upon closer inspection, one could see a faint vein of green leaf deep within the fan, slowly flowing along its patterns.

It was as though Lunar Essence had seeped into dead wood, forcibly nurturing a thread of new green amid decay.

Golden Sanskrit characters also flickered in and out across the fan leaf, as if a layer of gold dust had been scattered over it.

Lin Chen saw it clearly: the fan's withered yellow hue

came from the ash of the Lewd Twins' [Erosive Wind] clashing against the gold of the Buddhist palm-leaf fan.

That was what had forcibly refined this fan into such a withered yellow color.

It was neither magnificent nor dazzling.

There was no astonishing treasure light, nor any ostentatious divine might.

Yet anyone who drew even slightly near would feel a chill rise from their very bones.

That