After glancing at Immortal Yun Ling and Kou Yuxin, who were wholly focused on refining the Yin Wind invading their bodies, Qin Fengming's expression slowly hardened with resolve.
He turned around and faced once more the place he had just emerged from—the land of the Shuohan Yin Wind.
At that moment, Qin Fengming's thoughts surged like a raging tide. An impulse he could hardly suppress kept flashing through his mind, making his entire body tremble uncontrollably.
Since he had encountered this Shuohan Yin Wind, and since the Yin Wind could counteract the special soul-treasure substance refined within his body, Qin Fengming would surely regret it later if he failed to enter and give it a try now.
Qin Fengming hesitated for only a moment. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and his body immediately steadied with determination. Without another pause, he moved and walked back along the path he had taken.
As he moved, he rapidly began circulating the incantations of the Treasure Refining Ghost Art within his body.
Although the Shuohan Yin Wind had exhilarated Qin Fengming, his thoughts remained meticulous, and he did not act rashly. Just as he was about to touch that layer of energy, he activated the talisman once more.
Without this special talisman, Qin Fengming would never have dared to step forward and try. Before testing whether the Treasure Refining Ghost Art truly countered the Shuohan Yin Wind, he would never have dared to confront it head-on.
Once he sensed again that bone-piercing feeling of countless needles stabbing him, Qin Fengming no longer felt the slightest psychological burden. Instead, excitement flooded his entire body.
This time, he had already begun circulating the Treasure Refining Ghost Art. Under the incitement of the incantation, as vast soul energy surged, Qin Fengming suddenly felt the icy