Good Fortune Came at Last

After inspecting the contents of the storage bag, Ji Yuan felt much more reassured.

He turned toward the figures emerging on either side. Just as he had expected, they were the two tall men he had previously seen beside Qin Wei.

"Fellow Daoist, this is a grudge between our Qin Household and Qiu Qianhai. I advise you to stay out of it."

Hu Da watched Ji Yuan standing with his hands behind his back and spoke in a low voice.

Ji Yuan casually scattered the spirit stone dust in his hand. Sensing that the sea of qi in his dantian had fully recovered, he sneered. "If you want to kill me, get on with it. Otherwise, piss off. Why waste so much breath?"

"Since you insist on following this road into the darkness, we'll send you on your way!"

With that, both men stamped hard on the spirit vessel and leaped straight toward the island.

Ji Yuan and Qiu Qianhai took one side each and attacked.

"Go!"

Ji Yuan summoned his Whitewater Flying Sword, sending a streak of white light cleaving through the air.

Hu Da had only just landed when he saw Ji Yuan attack, but he remained unruffled. Azure light flashed at his wrist, and an azure dome instantly enveloped him.

The Whitewater Flying Sword shot toward him, only to be stopped by the dome.

A defensive dharma tool—and a mid-grade one at that!

Ji Yuan's eyes lit up. He flicked several streaks of spiritual light from his right hand while recalling his flying sword.

Just as Hu Da thought Ji Yuan was about to give ground, he hurriedly looked up. Bolts of purple lightning were churning overhead.

Not one bolt, but... an entire swath.

Across from him, five mid-grade thunderstrike talismans slowly burned to ash in Ji