Li Yanchu’s expression, however, remained calm, as if he had already foreseen this would happen.0

Those few cultivators who had been preparing to leave immediately rushed back, their faces alight with delight as they looked upon that ancient alchemy furnace, sensing the dense vitality and blood and qi of the Blood-Qi Pill still within it.0

A slovenly old Daoist, with a peachwood sword on his back, pulled a Emberguard Talisman from his robe and slapped it onto his forehead.0

Then, without hesitation, he reached straight toward the furnace. He was far too old, and if he could obtain that Blood-Qi Pill, his withered body might once again blaze with life!0

“Hey! Ox-nose Daoist, you’re good at picking up bargains, aren’t you?” a black-robed elder sneered coldly, and from his chest, a ghastly ghost hand shot out like lightning, clawing toward the old Daoist.0

The peachwood sword on the old Daoist’s back leapt from its sheath, and...0