This was obviously a solemn battlefield filled with fighting, but the atmosphere had suddenly changed. In particular, the smell of the battlefield had been terribly altered. 

Anywhere Mr. Yi appeared, everyone else would flee the area while pinching their noses. 

Lu Yin chased after Mr. Yi. “Come on! Come here! I’ll take you down.” 

Mr. Yi’s face had turned a deathly shade of white, as some things could not be changed even after cultivating to the Imprinter realm. These tendencies were often innate instincts, and even if Mr. Yi’s physical body had undergone changes to conform to the universe, some of his base instincts could not be changed, such as his obsession with cleanliness and his obsessive-compulsive disorder. 

Mr. Yi was an abnormally severe clean freak, and he would rather die than be contaminated by such a filthy item. 

In the distance, Elder Tong and Elder Yuan were both struck dumb, and they even forgot about their own battle. 

Hai Qiqi pinched her nose and fled far away, as that fruit-like item was truly too smelly. 

Lu Yin himself could not handle the stench either. This smell could not be blocked by one’s star energy, and it was actually transmitted directly to the brain. Just one whiff was enough to be unforgettable for an entire lifetime. 

As he brandished the reeking object, Lu Yin seemed to reach the peak of his life, as he was actually...