More Precious Than Eldest Senior Brother

"This is a little troublesome," Ao Yulie said.

The aura emitted by Pill Grudge placed immense pressure on him—yeah, confirmed. It was stronger than him. He couldn't beat it!

And this was the Eight-Trigram Furnace. As a "Pill Immortal," it could turn the pervasive medicinal power into its own strength, or at least draw upon part of it.

This was practically half its home ground.

"Second Senior Brother! Can you beat it?" Ao Yulie looked at Bajie.

It was decided—you're up, Zhu Ganglie!

"This thing is seriously poisonous," Bajie replied irrelevantly. This was not a matter of whether they could defeat it. Pill Grudge was truly a very peculiar existence.

Especially in an environment like this, once it took shape, it would be difficult to contain.

The best solution, naturally, would have been for the Eight-Trigram Furnace's grand formation to bring down heavenly lightning and Six-Ding Divine Fire, blast it into charcoal, burn it into ash, then scatter even its "ashes," turning it into the purest medicinal power.

However, there was no heavenly lightning or divine fire.

If there had been, Pill Grudge might never have come into being.

"Don't panic. Hold steady. We can win—look at Yang Jian!" Bajie pointed at Mu Yang.

At that moment, Mu Yang's aura was continuously rising and falling, wildly unstable. Yet at its brief peak, they seemed to see the Erlang Shen of old!

The Lotus Lantern—the umbrella Yang Chan had become—opened above Mu Yang's head, floating there and radiating a warm glow.

Meanwhile, someone slowly stepped out from the carriage.

"Awoo?"

"Something's wrong! Second Senior Brother, can Yang Jian still fight?" Ao Yulie's eyes widened.

The Pill Grudge that emerged from the carriage wore silver-white armor streaked with golden patterns, with a bright yellow sash floating behind its back.

A red vertical