A figure flickered within the black mist. He Yiming and Bai Lingba had returned to the spot from which they had originally departed.

Since He Yiming’s departure, the gathering power of the clouds and mist had gradually dissipated, causing the concentration of the black mist here to return to normal, no longer holding that terrifying intensity as before.

However, as He Yiming arrived back at this location, his brow furrowed slightly.

There was only a small pit here—a mark left by the Treasure Pig sharpening its claws. Other than that, the little fellow was nowhere to be seen.

But He Yiming wasn't overly worried, because he knew well that even though the Treasure Pig's body wasn't large, it contained unimaginable strength within that small frame.

In terms of both power and speed, it exhibited remarkable performance. Especially its speed, which was lightning-fast; even if He Yiming employed the top-tier movement techniques of the Wind element, he might not necessarily be faster than the Treasure Pig.

Of course, the main point was the Treasure Pig’s mysterious and unfathomable origins; even the Fire Dragon within the Nine Dragon Furnace regarded it with special attention.

Thus, He Yiming firmly believed that even within the peril-ridden Ghost Crying Ridge, the Treasure Pig possessed enough ability to protect itself.

His gaze shifting, He Yiming spoke, "Brother Bai. Would you trouble yourself to find the Treasure Pig?"

Bai Lingba nodded, stepped into the black mist without a word, and vanished in an instant.

Although He Yiming wasn't concerned for the little creature’s safety, he didn't want it out of his sight. With Bai Lingba taking action, He Yiming felt completely at ease.

Turning and walking a short distance, He Yiming arrived beside the corpse.

This was the last victim under Hao Xue and the other two. Looking at the man’s face, He Yiming sighed inwardly.

After a moment of hesitation, He Yiming knelt and gently placed his hand on the deceased's head. He closed his eyes, sensing quietly.

A moment later, the True Qi in He Yiming’s hand suddenly erupted. A small hole instantly cracked open on the man’s skull, and a tiny, blood-red bead sprang out like a compressed spring.

He Yiming reached out and seized the bead, taking it into his hand.

Although he felt deeply disheartened by the actions of Hao Xue and the others, since this person was already dead and a Blood Coagulation Bead had formed in his mind, He Yiming would not act pedantic by ignoring it.

He moved to a secluded corner, dug a large pit as well, and buried the body.

In truth, customs varied greatly from place to place. It was said that in some Western countries, the dead were not buried but cremated, and there were even sky burials. However, according to He Yiming’s habit, he still afforded this person an earth burial.

Having completed all this, He Yiming returned to the place where he had parted from Bai Lingba and the Treasure Pig. He sat down and took out the various bottles and jars he carried.

These items were all recovered from Zhu Guanhao. Although He Yiming hadn't examined them yet, he knew that anything collected by Zhu Guanhao, an heir from a major aristocratic family of the mainland, could not be ordinary.

If they were other things, He Yiming wouldn't recognize many, but when it came to these bottles and jars, He Yiming was extremely confident he could identify most of them.

This was because his research into elixirs and medicinal materials was second only to his mastery of martial arts.

Opening the bottles and jars one by one, a look of pleasant surprise continually flashed in He Yiming’s eyes.

Zhu Guanhao's collection provided him with a massive surprise. There were eleven containers in total. Apart from one holding two Blood Coagulation Beads, he only recognized the medicines in nine of the remaining jars. These were all miraculous elixirs for treating internal and external injuries, and the value of two of those bottles was so great that even he had only read about them in pharmacopoeias.

At this, he gained a new understanding of the strength possessed by the mainland's great aristocratic families.

Furthermore, one jade bottle contained a single golden-yellow pill.

He Yiming examined this pill for a long time but still couldn't discern anything unusual about it. However, the moment he opened the bottle, a rich fragrance wafted out, immediately invigorating his spirit.

A pill possessing such medicinal properties instantly reminded him of the Youth Preserving Pill that Hao Dong had painstakingly refined.

He Yiming had a distinct feeling that, although he didn't know this pill's origin, its preciousness seemed to be on par with the Youth Preserving Pill.

Carefully sorting and storing all the elixirs, he took out the silver ring and opened the mysterious space within it, placing the pills inside.

Glancing over, He Yiming spotted a whip covered in scales within the space.

He paused, retrieved the whip, and then, on impulse, took out the Fengshui Treasure Fan he had obtained from Zhu Guanhao.

Placing these two divine weapons side by side, even He Yiming’s eyes held a trace of burning desire. Regrettably, from the body he had just examined, he hadn't found any divine weapons or anything particularly appealing. Although there were some magical treasures like medicines and armor, by He Yiming's current standards, they were no longer worth considering.

At this moment, the only items that truly stirred He Yiming’s heart were these two special weapons.

There was no need to mention Zhu Guanhao's Fengshui Treasure Fan, which could merge the powers of two different attributes—a unique skill the Five Elements Ring couldn't achieve.

As for the whip placed next to the Treasure Fan, it emitted a faint, ethereal glow. Every time He Yiming saw that light, an urge to possess it surged within him. Even though the item now belonged to him, this feeling hadn't changed.

He Yiming believed that if the Treasure Pig were present, it would certainly be highly interested in these two divine weapons.

Picking up the Fengshui Treasure Fan, He Yiming attempted to channel his True Qi into it. Predictably, he met resistance from the original True Qi within the fan.

Although the fan was now masterless, the True Qi inside seemed sentient; instead of clashing directly with He Yiming’s True Qi, it swirled like water and wind, forming a massive vortex within the fan. No matter how mountain-like He Yiming’s True Qi was, it was slowly worn down by the power within.

He Yiming was greatly surprised; the power of the Fengshui Treasure Fan far exceeded his estimation.

Any expert below the Venerable rank would surely be helpless facing such a situation. But He Yiming was different; not only did he cultivate the powers of the Five Elements, but he had also condensed the Flower of Wind. His control over the forces of Wind and Water had reached a height unimaginable to ordinary people.

Calming his mind, He Yiming slowly inhaled. The True Qi surging from his Dantian underwent a subtle transformation.

A fine thread of Wind power and Water power slowly infiltrated the Fengshui Treasure Fan.

Upon entering, these two forces did not conflict with the existing power but instead moved in the same direction as the internal vortex.

In the process of movement, the powers of Wind and Water gradually merged, just like the power within the Fengshui Treasure Fan, forming a perfect whole.

He Yiming could merge Fire and Wind because he had condensed the Flower of Wind and the Flower of Fire. Only when two formed shapes achieved perfectly equal power could they merge seamlessly.

But He Yiming had not yet condensed the Flower of Water; logically, he should not be able to achieve the perfect fusion of Wind and Water power. However, within the Fengshui Treasure Fan, this problem was solved immediately.

The fan seemed to harbor endless Wind and Water power, filling every space within it and merging through a method He Yiming couldn't comprehend.

The moment He Yiming truly began to connect with the fan, he had this strange sensation: here, it seemed Wind and Water were meant to merge naturally; it would be unreasonable if they didn't blend.

It was precisely because of this miraculous environment that the unequal Wind and Water powers He Yiming poured in also merged, automatically adjusting to a perfect state.

Slowly, He Yiming let out a long breath.

As his Wind and Water powers fused, his True Qi poured into the fan continuously.

Almost simultaneously, the mingled power of Wind and Water began to reverse its rotation.

The residual True Qi of Zhu Guanhao was clearly powerless against this reverse-rotating force; it was gradually worn away by He Yiming’s ceaselessly invading True Qi, bit by bit.

For a full half an hour, He Yiming devoted most of his concentration to this task. When the last vestiges of Zhu Guanhao’s True Qi were exhausted, the interior of the Fengshui Treasure Fan finally began to rotate in the direction He Yiming willed.

Only then did a look of satisfaction grace He Yiming’s face; he knew the Fengshui Treasure Fan now belonged to him completely.

A massive amount of Wind and Water True Qi surged into the fan. Suddenly, the bead on the fan’s pendant emitted a dazzling light. As this light flared, He Yiming abruptly discovered that the power he input into the fan seemed to multiply.

His heart stirred, and the speed at which he input Wind and Water True Qi increased even faster. Soon, He Yiming sensed that as the quantity of True Qi he input grew, the fan’s amplification increased proportionally.

Initially, he worried whether he might exceed the fan’s maximum capacity, but after a moment, he dismissed this concern.

The bead on the fan’s pendant seemed to possess infinite space; even pouring in his full True Qi, he couldn't probe its limit.

This fan gave him a feeling encapsulated in four words: unfathomably deep.

Among the weapons He Yiming had encountered, perhaps only the replicated divine artifact, the Five Elements Ring, could surpass it.

The spatial extent within the Five Elements Ring, with its Five Elements Space, even held the potential for a self-contained world, far exceeding what the Fengshui attribute could match. However, judging purely by offensive might, the Fengshui Treasure Fan certainly possessed unique qualities that were not much inferior to the Five Elements Ring.

He Yiming’s eyes shone faintly. Anyone would be extremely excited to obtain such a divine weapon, and He Yiming was no exception.

He stood up. With a light wave of the fan in his hand, a massive surge of Wind and Water True Qi erupted, appearing boundless and endless...

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