"": 200, "": "", "": "That wasn't a human at all! It was an old Yellow Weasel!
The sharp gleam in Yuan Yinxin's eyes gradually faded, and his pupils contracted slightly.
As far as he remembered, he had never let in an Immortal Creature with cultivation this deep.
The Spirit Mediums of Claw Armor Mountain were, at most, strong enough to channel three or four immortals.
It wasn't that he couldn't handle a five immortals spirit medium. The risk was simply too great.
Nor was it possible for an Immortal Creature to improve this much in Cabinet Mountain in a mere twenty years, then come straight to him to demand a verbal bestowal of divinity!
For a moment, even the air seemed to stagnate.
The old Yellow Weasel's chattering formed another sentence.
"Why aren't you making a sound? Has your Grand Master's immortal might frightened you into silence?"
It wasn't that Yuan Yinxin refused to speak.
He knew something about Spirit Mediums.
Whether he said it resembled a human or not, there was no escaping this trap. The old Yellow Weasel wouldn't leave.
He was surveying his surroundings.
An ancient Yellow Weasel spirit like this had to be accompanied by an equally powerful Spirit Medium!
And a Spirit Medium couldn't possibly have just one Immortal Creature. At least four more had yet to show themselves!
A five immortals spirit medium was comparable to a Real Person among Taoists. Unless he could kill his opponent in a single blow, even he would find this extremely troublesome!
"Can't speak? You're no different from a dead man. Go hang yourself."
The Yellow Weasel's chattering grew more rapid and sinister.
Yuan Yinxin remained motionless.
Yuan Yi and the other disciples, however, were enveloped in an exceptionally faint yellow mist. Their eyes gradually