With the Mountain Treasure in hand, Lin Fan's heart surged with excitement. It meant he had obtained an Ancient Heavenly Art ranked among the foremost since antiquity, along with a Ten Fiends-level Precious Art.
Such a foundation could rival that of the descendants of the Longevity Powers. It was hard to remain calm.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." Furball cried out. Seeing the Mountain Treasure in Lin Fan's hand, he leaped up to snatch it, as though it belonged to him.
However, Little One had the Zhu Yan's tail firmly clenched in his hand, leaving him dangling helplessly in midair. He scolded, "Furball, stop messing around! That was the inheritance of Brother Xiao Fan's lineage to begin with. Now it's back with its rightful owner."
Furball refused to accept this. He bared his teeth, abandoning even the dried meat in his hands as he struggled relentlessly to seize it.
Unfortunately, with his weak spot caught, his efforts were doomed to be futile.
Lin Fan, meanwhile, was absorbed in the Mountain Treasure he had obtained. He examined the cube of bone, ignoring the monkey's shrieks and frantic scratching.
Holding the Mountain Treasure, he found that it felt less like bone and more like a piece of warm, smooth jade. It was also indestructibly sturdy; no matter how hard he squeezed, he could not damage it.
Next, he tried attacking it with a magical artifact. A sharp divine sword slashed down, streaming five-colored radiance.
Clang!
A crisp ring rang out, sparks flying everywhere. It sounded like two pieces of metal colliding, but the result remained the same: the Mountain Treasure did not budge, nor did the slightest crack appear.
"What a hard piece of bone!" Little One exclaimed in surprise. Watching quietly from the side, his fingers still pinching the golden Furball, he became