Zhou Huan watched from inside the house, the more he looked, the more absorbed he became. The four old masters were locked in a fierce battle. They didn't move their bodies, yet their Qi surged and leaped, striking sparks of fury. As the fighting reached its climax, Zhou Huan couldn't help but blurt out: "Good! Truly excellent skill!" As soon as he spoke, he suddenly felt something was wrong; he had come stealthily, why would he shout out loud?

"Who?" The Two Terrors of the Underworld immediately realized that someone was watching them while they engaged in their magical duel. In the eyes of these two top figures of the martial world, even the slightest inattention was unacceptable, for it represented a threat!

"Oh my, which esteemed master is here? Come out, stop peeking through the window!" The Old Crone of the Underworld spoke.

Zhou Huan had no idea that this old woman was calling to him. He knew he wasn't any master himself, and he assumed there must be some other expert outside the courtyard. Little did he know, this old crone truly possessed means. She stamped her feet, and with a swish, her ethereal shadow shot up from the ground, rushing straight toward Zhou Huan. Zhou Huan was pulled by this dark Qi and flung out of the window, tossed violently into mid-air. He seemed to drift down like a goose feather, floating softly to the ground, appearing completely unfazed. After landing, Zhou Huan felt no tension at all; he merely gave the Two Elders of Divine Power an embarrassed look, then stared fixedly at the Two Terrors of the Underworld.

By this time, the old man of the Underworld spoke up: "Seeing this young fellow, he is clearly a contemporary master. Your bearing doesn't seem to belong to the martial world's movement techniques. Well, you old rascal Yun, you actually keep such a formidable person hidden in your home. It seems you were prepared long ago!"

"Old fiend, don't talk nonsense. This young brother is just passing through; he is no master, merely lodging here temporarily. There's no need to drag him into what we are dealing with, is there?" Old Yun was saying this when the old crone dragged Zhou Huan aside.

"You scoundrel! I entrusted my two granddaughters to you, and you ignore them, yet you dare to come back to watch the excitement? Do you know who those two are?"

Zhou Huan blinked, trying to recall an appropriate answer for a long time. In the end, he could only bluff: "I don't care who they are; I only know that if they can't breathe, they are ghosts!"

"Nonsense!" The Old Crone of the Underworld immediately grew angry upon hearing this and roared: "You impolite junior! Are you saying we are ghosts? I will make you properly taste our Underworld's Absolute Qi Palm!" Saying this, she sent a palm strike flying toward him with a swish. Zhou Huan saw the palm coming, shifted his body slightly, and dodged it. Then, Zhou Huan immediately bowed.

"Senior, please don't be angry. I have no ill will. What I mean is, you must all be masters of the martial world—oh no, I should say the Daoist Realm. Why use your skills against each other here? It would be much better if you used your techniques to benefit the world!" Zhou Huan was truly desperate, so he came up with this rather heroic statement. He knew that one wrong word could cost him his life.

At this moment, while Zhou Huan was still rambling on with his reasoning, the tempers of these elders proved even more fiery than the younger generation's, and they began fighting desperately again. Seeing there was nothing he could do, Zhou Huan backed away, knowing he couldn't stop these four reclusive masters. Their grudges had to be settled; if they weren't, things wouldn't just end there.

The four old fellows fought for nearly two hours. Presumably exhausted, they all sat down cross-legged, adjusting their breathing. Suddenly, all four of them coughed up blood that was black mixed with white, to varying degrees.

"Two Terrors of the Underworld, I think none of us old folks will survive today. Shall we continue?" Old Yun spoke up first.

The Old Crone of the Underworld said, "Yun Tian, I chased you for over thirty years, and even now, in old age, I haven't caught you. As a man, aren't you ashamed?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" The Old Man of the Underworld was displeased and glared at the old crone: "I haven't been with you all these years, and you insisted on marrying this old piece of trash. What did I gain? Didn't I promise to rely on you until death? We were childhood sweethearts; what is he to us?"

"Ah, you don't know. What she can't get, she won't give up. Little thing, do you think you can catch up to my Senior Brother? I'm telling you, we are doing very well now; we even have granddaughters. What are you still fighting us for?" Xiao Fang's grandmother actually said something like this. It seemed somewhat embarrassing in front of a junior like Zhou Huan, but Zhou Huan didn't care; instead, he found these old folks quite interesting. They were still competing for affection at such an age. He really wondered how handsome Old Yun must have been in his youth to inspire such devoted pursuit from two women.

Old Man Yun finally spoke: "I like neither of you two, but you are both my Junior Sisters, so I have no choice. Look at my strange Junior Brother; he insists on following your Senior Sister. You have fought with us for so long, yet you are all from the same sect. Is it meaningful? Truly, I have nothing more to say to you all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of black blood with a pfft, then let out a long breath: "Alas, I am finished. It seems our Tan Qi technique will not be passed down."

"Tan Qi, hmph!" As the old folks argued, all four suddenly began vomiting blood continuously.

Seeing this, Zhou Huan realized the danger. If they kept spitting blood, people would really die. Immediately, Zhou Huan stepped forward and asked Old Yun: "Senior, stop arguing. Tell me quickly, is there a way to stop you from spitting blood? If you keep spitting, you will lose your lives."

Old Yun looked at Zhou Huan, then assessed him up and down: "Your movement technique is quite good, lad. If it could be paired with my Tan Qi Art, you would surely be the master among masters. Tell me, are you willing to learn from me?"

Zhou Huan was stunned for a moment. He had originally come here just to see what this Tan Qi Art was, never expecting to learn it so easily. Zhou Huan paused, then asked, "This? Should I learn it?"

"If you learn it, it's far better than our magical arts dying with us!" As Old Yun spoke, the Old Monster of the Underworld suddenly sprang up from the ground, his five fingers spread wide like demonic claws, clamping directly onto the crown of Zhou Huan's head.

"Hahaha, you old villain Yun, in my whole life, Old Monster, I couldn't snatch Third Junior Sister from you. Now, I will first snatch your disciple. Let's see what you do!" As the Old Monster spoke, the dark Qi covering his body rushed rapidly into Zhou Huan's body. Zhou Huan didn't know what was happening; he only felt as if his body were an ice cellar, his blood completely frozen, utterly unresponsive.

At this moment, Granny Xiao Fang pushed her single palm toward Zhou Huan's lower back, then smiled: "Junior Brother, I've always favored you, but this time I can't allow you to harm this child." A stream of white, cold Qi also entered Zhou Huan’s body. Zhou Huan instantly felt as if he couldn't possibly live on, his eyeballs rolling wildly. The agonizing sensation was truly indescribable.

Old Man Yun then began channeling his magical Qi continuously into Zhou Huan's body. The Old Crone of the Underworld was even more playful, laughing loudly: "Hahaha, you are forcing Yin and Yang Zhenqi into the body of someone who knows no martial arts or magic simultaneously. He won't be able to utilize any of it. You might even drive him insane. Go ahead and play; this young lady won't accompany you anymore. Senior Brother, let's go!" Saying this, the Old Crone of the Underworld pulled the Old Monster, soaring high, jumping over the small courtyard wall, and speeding away.

Just as this happened, the influx of the various streams of Zhenqi ceased. Zhou Huan was completely disoriented, not knowing east from west. His lips were sometimes hot, sometimes cold, sometimes dark, sometimes pale. This sudden influx of Zhenqi made Zhou Huan's entire body uncomfortable, and he didn't know what to do, spinning around in circles.

"Young man, your Zhenqi is now in chaos. You must sit in meditation properly to harmonize your energy, or you will never control this Zhenqi."

At this moment, Zhou Huan's very life seemed to be on the line!