The burly man shook his head. "No! This can't be!"
Old Ancestor Fengyue sighed. He felt that his greed had brought him to this place, where he would meet his end today. Just then, he recalled the days he had once spent traveling with Zhang Xiaofan and the others, and the many things that had often left him amazed.
He looked at the thin outer robe on Zhang Xiaofan, so light it seemed like nothing at all. They had once used it to keep off the rain, and he remembered it being called "Mysterious Gauze." If it could even shield them from Yin Spirits, then it could certainly block his friend's Yin Fiend aura, which was still far from fully mastered.
Old Ancestor Fengyue paid no mind to the four other Yin Spirits, now visible after putting on the "Mysterious Gauze." He stared straight at Zhang Xiaofan, wanting to know what Zhang Xiaofan would do with them.
The four Yin Spirits split into two pairs, each helping someone to their feet, then brought Liao Xing and the Third Prince behind Zhang Xiaofan.
"Your cultivation has already reached the Shangqing Realm of the Taiji Mystic Purity Dao!" Old Ancestor Fengyue stared at Zhang Xiaofan in shock. Only now did he realize how much Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation had advanced over the past few years.
Zhang Xiaofan didn't answer. He simply raised the Wooden Box in his hand over the burly man's head. The burly man gazed at it longingly, his eyes burning as though they would incinerate the hand holding it.
Zhang Xiaofan flipped his palm open and let the Wooden Box fall freely. In the end, it landed on the burly man.
The burly man gritted his teeth and endured the pain, clutching the Wooden Box tightly to his chest with