Give Me Back My Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure!

With Hou Yi's help, Gungun pulled Jinguang toward them even faster, and the bear grew more and more excited.

The Treasure-Fishing Rod was a middle-grade innate spirit treasure. Whenever Gungun had used it to steal milk on the grasslands-no, to put it to creative use-it had reeled treasures in instantly. Never had it taken as much effort as it did today. So, without a doubt, this had to be a supreme-grade innate spirit treasure. There was no mistaking it.

The mighty god Gungun was about to obtain a sixth supreme-grade spirit treasure! Hahahaha~

Gungun's mouth stretched into a huge grin, beaming with exceptional brilliance.

About a quarter of an hour later, they finally pulled Jinguang onto the cloud, bringing it before the three of them.

"Mine! This is mine!" Gungun instantly let go of the Treasure-Fishing Rod and sprang forward, landing less than thirty centimeters from Jinguang. The bear's enormous weight made the cloud beneath them shudder violently several times, but Gungun paid it no mind, simply spreading both paws and reaching for Jinguang. Then...

Hum~ The golden light shook violently again.

Bang! In an instant, a black-and-white figure was blasted away.

"Aah~!" Gungun let out a miserable scream.

"Brother Gungun!" Hou Yi's and Xingtian's expressions changed drastically. Hou Yi hastily turned to chase after Gungun, while Xingtian stared at Jinguang with wide eyes and said, "Outrageous!"

The next moment, Xingtian charged toward Jinguang, spread his large hand, and seized it.

Hum! Hum! Hum! ... Jinguang shook violently. Xingtian, however, was different from Gungun. He was a mighty Quasi-Saint, and having seen Gungun get blasted away with his own eyes, he was prepared. He used his full strength from the outset, so Jinguang failed to knock him away and instead struggled fiercely against him.

Thud! Elsewhere, Gungun crashed down hard behind the army, rump pointing skyward and right hind leg raised, trembling slightly back and forth. "That treasure... that treasure is so powerful!"

"Brother Gungun, are you all right?" Hou Yi ran over and helped Gungun up from the cloud, asking with concern.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just let my guard down for a moment," Gungun told Hou Yi after getting up. Then...

"Ow~!" Gungun cried out instinctively, reaching back to rub the lower back. "This is bad. I hurt my back."

"Your back?" Hearing that, Hou Yi lowered his gaze to Gungun's round body. Does Brother Gungun even have a waist?

Hou Yi wanted to ask, but felt it would be inappropriate. In the end, he said nothing and merely opened his hand, offering Gungun a spirit fruit. "Brother Gungun, this is a Blood-Mu Fruit. It's used to heal injuries. Eat it, and you should be fine."

"Oh? A spirit fruit? Thank you, Great Shaman!" At Hou Yi's words and the sight of the red spirit fruit offered before Gungun, the bear immediately brightened up, hastily accepting the fruit and thanking him.

Gungun soon finished the fruit and, just as Hou Yi had said, was fine again. In truth, with the bear's physical toughness and powers of recovery, even without eating the spirit fruit, a little rubbing would have made the pain go away within a few minutes. But could Gungun tell Hou Yi that?

Of course not! If Gungun told him, how would the bear play the victim and beg him for spirit fruit in the future?

Gungun then flexed at the waist and said to Hou Yi, "Great Shaman, let's hurry over and take a look at that treasure. It must be a supreme-grade innate spirit treasure!"

"Mm." Hou Yi nodded, then swept his large hand. The two vanished from where they stood and appeared beside Xingtian.

At that moment, Jinguang was still struggling violently in Xingtian's hand. Even with his magical power, he could not suppress it right away.

"Brother Gungun, are you all right?" Xingtian asked when he saw Hou Yi and Gungun return.

"I'm fine. Great Shaman, how's it going?" Gungun asked hastily.

"This thing is no ordinary object.

"It keeps resisting my touch, and its golden radiance prevents me from seeing its true appearance. Hou Yi, give me a hand," Xingtian said. "All right." Hou Yi nodded, then extended both hands and unleashed his magical power, joining Xingtian in suppressing Jinguang.

Under the pressure of the two foremost Great Shamans, Jinguang finally began to dim.

At the sight, excitement gleamed in Gungun's little eyes, and both paws clenched into fists. Soon, the bear would see this treasure's true form. A supreme-grade innate spirit treasure shining with golden light-what could it be?

The God-Striking Whip?

No, impossible.

The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors?

That wasn't right either. Could it be...

"Uh..." The instant Jinguang disappeared completely, Gungun saw the thing held in Xingtian's and Hou Yi's hands, and the excitement on the bear's face froze.

Not just Gungun-Xingtian and Hou Yi were stunned as well. Neither the bear nor the two Witches had expected this "treasure" to be... a mass of qi?!

Was there such a thing as "qi" among supreme-grade innate spirit treasures? Or rather, besides primordial purple qi, was any other kind of qi an extraordinary treasure?

Apparently... not.

Silence. Everything suddenly fell silent.

A dozen or so seconds later...

"Aaaaaah!!!" Gungun's roar rang through the clouds. The bear charged forward, snatched the mass of qi from Xingtian's and Hou Yi's hands, and clamped down on it, shaking it up and down incessantly while shouting, "My treasure! Where's my treasure? Give me back my treasure!"

The qi: "..."

"Won't talk? I'll kill you!" Gungun squeezed it even harder while opening a huge, bloodthirsty maw. The fangs within reflected a silvery gleam, making the bear look immensely ferocious. Indeed, at that moment, Gungun's appearance was actually rather frightening.

The qi: "..."

"Ahem, Brother Gungun, calm down. This... seems to be a mass of pure yang qi." Seeing Gungun become so agitated, Hou Yi came back to his senses, raised a clenched fist to his mouth, and coughed softly before offering the reminder.

"Pure yang qi?" Gungun's ears twitched. The name sounded somewhat familiar, but the bear could not place it right away. Slowly closing that enormous maw, Gungun stared at the mass of qi for another few seconds, then turned back to ask Hou Yi, "Great Shaman, is it a treasure, then?"

"Strictly speaking, yes. But if you insist on asking what use it has, it doesn't seem to have any. Besides, this mass of pure yang qi seems to have already developed sentience... Wait, pure yang qi powerful enough to withstand a Quasi-Saint's magical power. It-it's..." Suddenly realizing something, Hou Yi was struck speechless, his face filled with utter shock.

"Hmm?" Gungun blinked, puzzled. What's wrong? Isn't it just pure... uh, pure yang qi? It could blast me away, and it took Hou Yi and Xingtian together to suppress it. Pure yang qi like this-it, it's... the Eastern King?!

Gungun turned back, staring in shock at the mass of qi clamped between the bear's paws.

The qi: "..."

Well? Scared now?

The next moment...

"Aaaaaah! Even the Eastern King dares to slam into me and trick me by glowing gold? My supreme-grade innate spirit treasure! Give me back my supreme-grade innate spirit treasure!" Gungun started shouting again, continuing to squeeze the mass of pure yang qi while releasing the right paw, clenching it into a fist, and punching it over and over.

The qi: "..."