Chen Fan's brows immediately furrowed slightly. After hearing the Immortal Palace disciple whispering in his ear, the Spirit Refining Stage expert atop the gourd revealed an unfriendly expression and cast a cold gaze at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan met his gaze head-on without yielding in the slightest. A mid-stage Spirit Refining cultivator could be slain with just a few strokes of his sword.
"Alright, we have more or less everyone. Mo Feng, bring these people up," the elderly man at the Soul Division Stage finally said.
The mid-stage Spirit Refining expert who had been staring at Chen Fan withdrew his gaze slightly at those words. A teasing smirk crossed his lips as he nodded. "Yes, Martial Uncle."
With a sweep of his palm, a strand of true essence transformed into a rainbow bridge and shot toward the cultivators participating in the exploration of the ancient tomb. It lifted them all into the air. At the same time, an inexplicable force shook Chen Fan's body and swept him in as well, delivering him onto the Treasure Gourd alongside the others.
Chen Fan sneered inwardly, already seeing through the man's intentions. He did not resist. Instead, a faint trace of panic appeared on his face—not overly obvious, but enough for Mo Feng, the Spirit Refining Stage cultivator, and the several Foundation Establishment Realm Immortal Palace disciples from before to notice.
"Hmph, Second Uncle, make him the first cannon fodder to explore the ancient tomb later. Otherwise, I won't be able to vent the hatred in my heart," the Foundation Establishment Realm male disciple said coldly.
"Mo Wu, how many times have I told you not to stir up trouble everywhere? Even if you do stir up trouble, first see whether the other party has any backing. That woman earlier was from the