Before Feng Jun could go looking for Huangfu Wuxia, she heard that he had finished his closed-door cultivation and came to find him herself.
The moment she entered, she said bluntly, "Mountain Lord Feng, this deal cannot be made. Please take your item back."
"Oh." Feng Jun nodded impassively and did not ask why—he had already pointed out that the Yin soul might be troublesome, so it was normal for them to abandon the deal.
But the next moment, he was somewhat surprised. "Why is it an Emergence from Dust Stage Spirit Beast Bag? Where is my Spirit Beast Bag?"
"Let me explain," Kong Ziyi said as she walked over. With a casual wave of her hand, she formed a spiritual energy barrier, doing so far more easily than Feng Jun.
After hearing their account, Feng Jun wore a bewildered expression. "So... a Qi Refining Stage Spirit Beast Bag cannot hold it?"
Kong Ziyi nodded. "I find it quite strange too, but Wuxia's elders have also determined that this Yin soul is indeed somewhat unusual."
Huangfu Wuxia spoke up. "Mountain Lord Feng, can you roughly determine this Yin soul's cultivation level?"
After thinking for a moment, Feng Jun answered in a deep voice, "It feels like... the Spirit Projection Stage is more likely."
"You're trying to get me killed!" Huangfu Wuxia stamped her foot. "Spirit Projection Stage? How is my family supposed to deal with that?"
Though she said that, she did not seem especially angry. It was more of a coquettish complaint. It was not that she was particularly fearless; rather, her ancestor had already told her that the Yin soul's cultivation was likely beyond even the Nascent Soul stage.
Feng Jun stiffened his neck. "I'm only guessing. In this plane, I haven't even seen a Nascent Soul cultivator."