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Along the Yellow River, reeds sway in the wind.

This is the border between the Shang Dynasty and Xiqi, and also a necessary passage for various independent cultivators.

A female cultivator dressed in a light green silk dress was hurrying along on a cloud. She was pretty and graceful, clutching a small cloth bag tightly in her hand, and looked somewhat flustered.

This female cultivator was named Han Zhixian, an outer disciple of the Jie Sect. She had come out this time to find a spiritual herb for refining elixirs, but she didn't expect to be targeted as soon as she found it.

"Fellow Daoist ahead, please wait!"

A slightly flippant voice came from behind.

Han Zhixian's heart tightened, and instead of stopping, she flew even faster.

But the owner of that voice clearly didn't want to let her go.

A golden light flashed, and a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a Bagua robe stood in front of her.

The Taoist priest held a whisk in his hand and wore a fake smile that made people uncomfortable.

"I am the Grand Master Lingbao, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect." The Taoist flicked his whisk, his face full of arrogance. "Fellow Daoist, why are you running away? I'm not going to eat you."

Han Zhixian was forced to stop, looking at him warily: "So you're a senior brother from the Chan Sect. May I ask what brings you to stop me, little sister?"

"It's nothing serious." Grand Master Lingbao's gaze fell on the cloth bag in Hanzhixian's hand, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes. "I sensed just now that there is something in this bag that I have a connection with. It is a treasure that I lost many years ago. I ask you to return it to me, fellow Daoist."

Han Zhixian was so angry that her face turned red.

This cloth bag contains a wind-stabilizing pearl, which she obtained at great risk in an ancient ruin. How did it become his lost item?

Do these people from the Chan Sect really have such a righteous attitude when they steal things?

"Senior brother is joking." Han Zhixian suppressed her anger. "This Wind-Fixing Pearl was obtained by my own fortuitous encounter, and it does not belong to you, senior brother."

"How dare you!" Grand Master Lingbao's face darkened. "What I say is mine, is mine! You, a mere outer disciple of the Jie Sect, dare to talk back to me? Even if your master, the Tongtian Sect Master, came, he would have to reason with you!"

In the past, Grand Master Lingbao might have been more mindful of Tongtian Jiaozhu.

But now, he's heard from his master, Yuanshi Tianzun, that the Jie Sect is getting close to Lin Xuan and is doomed sooner or later. Besides, this is the middle of nowhere; who would know if they snatched an outer disciple?

"Give it to me!"

Grand Master Lingbao, too lazy to waste words, simply reached out and grabbed. A gigantic magical hand reached out to grab Hanzhixian.

Han Zhixian only has the cultivation level of a Golden Immortal. How could she be a match for the Grand Master Lingbao, who is at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm?

She tried to hide, but found that the space around her was locked.

"This is outrageous!"

Han Zhixian gritted her teeth, a resolute glint in her eyes.

She suddenly pulled a cyan jade talisman from her bosom. It was a distress talisman given to all her disciples by the Tongtian Sect Leader; it was said that if one was in mortal danger, crushing it would summon...

No, the leader seems to have said that this business has now been outsourced to the Pangu Temple.

Never mind! Let's try anything, even if it's a dead end!

"Snap!"

The jade talisman was crushed.

A beam of azure light shot into the sky, transforming into the phantom of a small sword in mid-air.

Grand Master Lingbao was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Call for help? You think anyone can come to your rescue in this desolate wilderness? By the time your Jie Sect people arrive, I'll have already taken my things and returned to Kunlun Mountain!"

He pressed down with his palm, about to grab Han Zhixian.

Just then.

A cold snort suddenly came from the sky.

This cold snort didn't sound like thunder, yet it was even more deafening than thunder.

"Go back to Kunlun Mountain? I think you want to go back to the drawing board for retraining, don't you?"

As the sound faded, a colossal hand that blotted out the sky tore through the void.

The hand didn't seem to be formed from magic; it was a real, fleshy palm, and it smelled strongly of barbecue (probably because the person had just eaten barbecue and hadn't washed their hands).

"Bang!"

The magical palm of the Grand Master Lingbao was like a bubble, easily shattered in front of this fleshy palm.

Immediately afterwards, the fleshy hand, with undiminished force, slapped the Grand Master Lingbao hard into the reeds below, like swatting a fly.

"boom!"

The ground trembled, and a huge handprint-shaped crater appeared in the reeds.

Han Zhixian opened her eyes, still shaken.

A handsome man dressed in a loose robe emerged from the void. Beside him was a beautiful little girl, playing with a vine.

"Lord Lin... Lord Lin Xuan?!" Han Zhixian covered her mouth, unable to believe her eyes.

This legendary Holy Father actually came in person?

Lin Xuan glanced at the Grand Master Lingbao, who was spitting mud in the pit, then looked at Hanzhixian, who was filled with admiration, and revealed his signature gentle smile.

"Are you alright? I heard someone tried to steal your Wind-Stabilizing Pearl?"

Lin Xuan turned to Lin Ling'er beside him and said, "Girl, go and strip that guy of all his storage bags. He dared to rob someone from our Jie Sect. If he doesn't leave his underwear behind today, I'm not a Lin."

"Okay, Daddy!" Lin Ling'er cheered and rushed down, waving the vines.

From the reeds came the mournful screams of the Grand Master Lingbao.

"No! Those are my magical treasures! Those are my clothes! You...you're robbing me!"

"Robbery?" Lin Xuan stood on the cloud, slowly adjusting his cuffs. "How can this be called robbery? This is called 'returning the treasure to its rightful owner.' After all, all the treasures in the entire prehistoric world are destined for me."