"Fellow Daoist Xia, don't joke around. How could the secret arts of my Antarctic Immortal Island be taken away so casually? What's the difference between your actions and those of a bandit?" Di Qing hurried over to stop me from putting the copied books into my inventory.
"A bandit? Back then, you slaughtered everyone in my Yin-Yang Abode and looted every blade of grass and leaf of wood from the entire Yin-Yang Clan. Every single thing—why didn't you say you were the bandits? Besides, calling it banditry is too much of a stretch, isn't it? You don't have to treat me as a bandit. Just consider it a gift!" I sneered.
Di Junze's face turned livid. He said angrily, "Fellow Daoist Xia certainly enjoys joking. You may look at the two secret arts, but asking us to give them to you is truly asking too much. They are unique copies passed down for hundreds of years. How could we simply give them away?"
I ignored them completely. After stuffing the books into my pocket, I took Zhao Qian's hand and walked outside. Along the way, I said, "Protect yourself at the critical moment. This battle is unavoidable."
"Understood. Brother Tian, be careful." Zhao Qian was ice-smart and had long known that a fight would break out. After all, I had provoked the Yellow Springs Killing Path at every turn, just to force them to reveal their ugly true faces.
I nodded. When Di Junze saw me talking with Zhao Qian, he knew we intended to defy their wishes. He immediately stretched out his hand, and a mechanism activated with a squeak, sealing off the paths in every direction!
A group of disciples arrived nearby in an instant, apparently having been prepared long ago. Zhao Qian's brows drew together slightly. She