"Fellow Daoist Ying Wu, this iron shard is extraordinary. It seems you have stumbled upon a fortuitous opportunity." Xugeng's voice suddenly rang out.
Ying Wu and Song Wen turned their heads, only then noticing that Xugeng, who had originally been heavily surrounded by others, had already arrived at their side.
"I do not know what this is either. I found nothing unusual when probing it with my divine sense. Fellow Daoist Xugeng, have you discovered anything?" Ying Wu asked.
Xugeng shook his head. "This old man cannot discern anything unusual either. However, since this iron shard can make the tribulation lightning gather without dispersing, it must possess something extraordinary. Fellow Daoist, you may try refining it. Perhaps there will be an unexpected delight."
As he spoke, Xugeng's eyes shifted slightly. His gaze moved away from the iron shard and settled upon Ying Wu's face.
"Fellow Daoist Ying Wu, this object was buried within our Divine Blood Sect. For tens of thousands of years, not a single person had the fortune to behold it. Yet only a few years after you arrived at the sect, it emerged and fell into your hands. Fellow Daoist, you truly are someone blessed with great fortune."
Ying Wu merely smiled faintly, unconcerned.
"It was only a coincidence. Fellow Daoist Xugeng thinks too highly of me."
Xugeng's eyes instantly turned profound, carrying a hint of scrutiny and a deeper, unspoken meaning.
At this moment, Song Wen spoke.
"Ying Wu, is that wisp of tribulation lightning on the iron shard of any use to you? If not, could you let me handle it?"
Ying Wu replied, "Extreme Yin, if you have use for it, take it yourself."
"Thank you."
After saying this, Song Wen suddenly found himself in a difficult position.
He did not know how to