Tap, tap, tap...
Beneath Fire Phoenix Valley, light footsteps echoed through fissures in the rock. Sheltered by the Yin-Yang Ruler, three figures hurried through the cramped spaces, glancing behind them from time to time.
Xie Jinhuan had already secured the Lingguang Divine Gift. It felt as though a little furnace had appeared inside him, nourishing his physique at every moment. Even the intensely Yang Qi within the Phoenix Mausoleum felt somewhat gentler, yet he could not feel the slightest bit pleased just then.
After all, he had hoodwinked a Transcendent Grade immortal cultivator. Unless the man was a clay idol without a temper, he would almost certainly come charging over to demand an explanation.
Given Lü Yan's standing in Northern Zhou, the three of them were absolutely no match for him. Northern Zhou and Great Qian were also at loggerheads. If he caught up, even if Xie Jinhuan escaped death and the destruction of his cultivation, he would have to obediently spit out the opportunity already in his mouth.
Nangong Ye had no idea how an easy windfall had turned into a flight from a temple, with a Northern Zhou patriarch chasing them. In an instant, their dull Treasure Contest had become a ghost story. As he ran, he suggested:
"Why don't we quit while we're ahead? Getting one was already an incredible stroke of luck. If we stay in this nest of trouble and Lü Yan comes after us, we might not even keep the Yin-Yang Ruler..."
Although Bu Yuehua wanted the opportunity, her life mattered more. She, too, hesitated.
"The power of heaven and earth is too strong here, and the spaces are narrow. An expert in fire arts could hold the pass alone against ten thousand men..."
Xie Jinhuan shook his head. "The locations of these opportunities