Treasure Item

"That was close." Tang Yuan put away that flash of golden light and spoke with lingering fear.

Yan Mingchi felt the same. After his heart stopped pounding, he looked at the abnormality in Tang Yuan's arm and exclaimed, "Brother Tang, this is..."

"An accident during cultivation." Tang Yuan smiled helplessly. He had not expected danger to come so quickly. His arm had only just returned to normal, yet in less than a day, it had transformed into a beast's limb again.

As they spoke, the temporarily halted miasma spread to the edge of the misty forest. Yet strangely, not a wisp of it crossed over, as though an invisible boundary stood between them.

The gray miasma met the dark-white fog, neither interfering with the other. The sight was strangely harmonious, but everyone knew that the miasma only appeared calm on the surface; in truth, it was perilous beyond measure.

Suddenly, Yan Mingchi's body trembled. He hurriedly braced himself against a nearby tree, his face darkening as pain twisted his expression, discomfort written all over him.

"Miasma has entered his body?" Lu Feng asked in confusion.

"It shouldn't have. The miasma should have been blocked off. Even if a small amount got through, with Brother Yan's strength, he should have been able to purge it," Tang Yuan replied.

By then, Yan Mingchi had already sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating his cultivation to force the miasma from his body. Yet there was no improvement at all.

"There's something wrong with this miasma," Lu Feng guessed. He then took out some Atractylodes Lancea Root, tied it into a bundle, lit it, and tossed it into the miasma.

Atractylodes Lancea Root was an ordinary herbal medicine. Once lit, it could dispel miasma and foul qi.

Although the bundle Lu Feng had thrown was