Zhang Xiaohua's heart jolted violently. Who else could it be? Wasn't it Chan Simiao of the Immortal Music Sect—the last Nascent Soul cultivator Zhang Xiaohua had yet to encounter again since arriving on the Xiaoyu Continent?
Zhang Xiaohua steadied himself and looked up. Not far from Feng Shu stood another faint, translucent figure, staring at him with eyes full of delighted surprise!
Zhang Xiaohua was greatly astonished. He truly could not understand... how had he suddenly become a treasure everyone wanted to snatch?
"Humph, Chan Simiao, what do you mean by this? This thing was discovered by this old man first, and this old man made the first move as well. You show up for no reason at all and want to stick your oar in?" Feng Shu sneered.
"Thing?!" Zhang Xiaohua's heart turned cold, and he mocked himself inwardly. I... actually became a thing!
"Hehe, what? Feng Shu, you're unwilling? So that was why you kept stopping me in Demon Subduing Valley from examining this little thing's meridians. It turns out there is such a world hidden within this little thing's body!" Chan Simiao sneered as well. "Perhaps your Soul Searching Technique was deliberate too. If he were a witless Qi Cultivation cultivator, wouldn't your possession go all the more smoothly?"
"Humph!" Feng Shu snorted and did not answer. Only after a long while did he say, "Since you know this person's importance to this old man, you surely know how determined this old man is to obtain him. You may leave now."
"Hahaha, precisely because I know his importance, this old man... naturally covets him as well. He is important to you; is he not equally important to this old man? Do not forget that this old man is also a Spirit Severing cultivator and will face the