Modern Arts, Ancient Arts, Each to Their Own Fortunes

Fang Shu examined the three booklets in his hand and, in a fit of anger, got angry for a moment.

Then he looked up at the lofty Foundation Establishment immortal, cupped his hands, and obediently withdrew.

Though he had lost the Lead-Essence Treasure Pearl and failed to obtain the Golden Niter Cloud, the other party had at least given him three Qi Refinement spells.

He had no idea how effective those spells actually were, but he knew that arguing with a Foundation Establishment immortal like this would bring him no good end.

Clutching the three booklets, Fang Shu returned to his original spot.

Seeing him like this, Lu Renjia and the others exchanged glances. None of them mocked him; they merely craned their necks to inspect what books he was holding.

"Wall-Piercing Technique?" Lu Renjia read aloud, then muttered softly, "The name alone sounds like some cheap trick. Could it be a petty thief's art? Isn't this just fooling people?"

There was no malice in his tone. If anything, he sounded as though he were standing up for Fang Shu.

But the moment he said it, Bao Fengtao's expression shifted slightly, and she hurriedly said, "Brother Lu, mind your words!"

The next instant, a wisp of yellow smoke fell from midair with a puff and lifted Lu Renjia aloft.

"Hey! Hey!" he immediately cried out in alarm.

Before Fang Shu and the others could react, the yellow smoke abruptly rose another ten feet, then dispersed, sending Lu Renjia crashing down hard on his backside. Thankfully, it neither crippled him nor took his life.

Once Fang Shu and Bao Fengtao came back to their senses, both secretly let out a breath of relief. They hurriedly hauled Lu Renjia up and bowed toward the Golden Smoke immortal.

Now Lu Renjia did not