"That mission wasn't much trouble."
"But you, sneaking into my place in the middle of the night—were you trying to steal the stone lock?"
Qin Yang looked at him strangely.
"What do you mean, steal?"
"Your stone lock is so heavy. Could this Daoist priest even carry it out?"
Song Lingzi said speechlessly.
"That's true. You really should train more." Qin Yang nodded.
"No, wait. Who did you fight?" Song Lingzi sniffed around Qin Yang.
"A Spirit Master." Qin Yang's eyes lit up as he recounted what had happened beneath the North River.
Song Lingzi was a genuine Spirit Master. Asking him should clear up many of Qin Yang's doubts.
"Kid, you ruined someone's grand plans."
Song Lingzi's face was full of gloating.
"What grand plans?" Qin Yang asked curiously.
"That fellow was probably trying to refine a Dharma Artifact."
"The artifact embryo had already been forged. He only needed to leave it beneath the river to absorb more yin souls, and it would have been successfully refined. Who would've thought you'd ruin it?"
"Dharma Artifacts aren't easy to forge. They waste both money and time. That man probably wants to eat your heart alive."
Song Lingzi chuckled.
"So he was refining a Dharma Artifact."
"Do you know him?"
Qin Yang described the Spirit Master's appearance.
"It was him." Song Lingzi seemed somewhat surprised.
"You really know him?" Qin Yang looked astonished.
He had only asked casually, never expecting Song Lingzi to truly know the man.
This Daoist priest really did know him.
"Qin Yang, now you're in a bit of trouble."
"You provoked someone like that."
Song Lingzi gave a sleazy grin.
"Tell me about it," Qin Yang said softly.
"That kid should be called Wang Fu. He seems to be a direct descendant of a major lineage in