The dwarf took a deep breath, rallied his courage, and said, “Mystic Master, as I’m sure you know, if you take the inauspicious yin spirit vein, the Fire Peach Tree can’t survive on its own….”

Su Yi cut him off. “I just want a segment of it. I won’t damage the tree.”

When he saw that Su Yi wouldn’t tolerate any disobedience, the dwarf no longer dared hesitate. He transformed into a streak of spiritual light and burrowed into the ground.

Shortly after, he re-emerged, carrying a foot-long piece of black chalcedony.

The chalcedony emanated a bone-chilling cold; the dwarf’s eyebrows, hair, and whiskers were all coated in a layer of white frost, and he shivered to stay warm.

“Mystic Master, the inauspicious yin vein segment is within this piece of chalcedony.” The dwarf proffered it with both hands. He smiled, but it was so rigid that it was uglier than if he’d burst into tears.

 He didn’t dare try any funny business with regard to the spirit vein; if Su Yi saw through him, it could lead to disaster.

“Not bad.” Su Yi accepted the foot of chalcedony, looked it over, and nodded in satisfaction.

This was a spirit vein! Yes, it was only a foot...