"Hah!"
Wang Xianzhi immediately did a somersault in mid-air.
He then performed a series of combination punches on the spot.
"You dare to plot against my master? Do you think I, Wang, don't exist?"
"Master, you step back. I've been trained."
As he spoke, Wang Xianzhi stomped his foot hard on the ground, making a "snap" sound, and lifted one leg high.
"Mantis Leg, Eagle Claw, Tiger Fist, Divine Wind..."
Before Wang Xianzhi could finish, his vision went black, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
Wang Xianzhi grumbled at Han Lin, who had attacked him suddenly, "No martial ethics!"
Han Lin rubbed his fist. The old man's forehead was quite hard; his hand hurt from the punch.
"Since fellow Daoist Zhao is unwilling to hand it over, we'll have to find another way."
The two disciples smashed the bottles, and two fierce ghosts charged towards Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan, who appeared very weak, suddenly straightened her body, instantly drew out two talismans, and quickly threw them at the two fierce ghosts.
Zhao Yan took a step forward, her previous weakness completely gone.
Seeing this, Han Lin's eyes widened in shock. What was going on?
He had thought that Zhao Yan's yang energy had been drained, making her very easy to deal with.
He hadn't even needed to act himself; his two disciples would have been enough.
But now, Zhao Yan's steady steps showed no sign of being drained at all.
"Quick! Capture the ghosts and retreat!" Han Lin shouted.
The two disciples immediately took out new small bottles and were about to capture the ghosts.
Two talismans instantly stuck to the two fierce ghosts.
Zhao Yan said coldly, "Two fierce ghosts, feeding on human blood and yang energy, seem to be malevolent spirits."
"They deserve to die!"
Raising two fingers, Zhao Yan waved them gently.
The talismans stuck to the fierce ghosts exploded with a bang, like firecrackers.
The two fierce ghosts were instantly blown to smithereens.
The two disciples brought by Han Lin spat out a mouthful of blood. The destruction of the fierce ghosts caused a backlash, and they instantly fainted.
Seeing Zhao Yan running away quickly, Han Lin knew he couldn't escape. So, he turned around and took out a palm-sized bottle.
He chanted an incantation, and five vengeful spirits instantly flew out of the bottle, then attacked Zhao Yan.
A ferocious expression appeared on his face. "Hand over the wild ganoderma now, and I can let you live!"
Zhao Yan stopped, took out a talisman, and threw it.
The talisman emitted a golden light, which burst forth with seven different streams of yang energy.
Han Lin's yang energy was among them.
The seven streams of yang energy shot out instantly. Before the five vengeful spirits could even charge forward, they were hit by the seven streams of yang energy with a roar.
"Aaaahhhh!"
The five vengeful spirits screamed. Clearly, they were severely injured by the impact of the seven streams of yang energy, and they quickly retreated into the bottle in Han Lin's hand.
Han Lin had already consumed 40% of his yang energy when activating the treasure-seeking formation, and after replenishing it in the Long family mansion, he only had 50% of his yang energy left.
How could he fight Zhao Yan with only 50% of his yang energy!
Not to mention that he might not have been able to defeat Zhao Yan even at his peak, let alone with only 50% of his yang energy.
Zhao Yan had not consumed any yang energy.
With one talisman defeating five vengeful spirits, Han Lin's face instantly turned pale. The injury to the five vengeful spirits also caused a backlash to his body. He stumbled back against the wall, gasping for breath.
Zhao Yan walked over step by step. As she extended her hand, the Yang Gathering Talisman landed in her palm.
She clicked her tongue, surprised that absorbing seven Yang Gathering Talismans from Xuanmen masters had such power.
Unfortunately, a part of this Yang Gathering Talisman had turned black. It seemed that using it one more time would turn the talisman completely to ash.
"What kind of talisman is this? Why does it have my yang energy!" Han Lin exclaimed, clutching his chest.
Zhao Yan smiled and said, "This is a Yang Gathering Talisman. Your 60% yang energy has been absorbed into it."
Han Lin suddenly understood why Zhao Yan hadn't consumed any yang energy.
At this realization, his face instantly turned grim. He had actually been injured by his own yang energy.
In a fit of rage, he took out a dagger and stabbed towards Zhao Yan's chest.
Before he could reach her, Zhao Yan grabbed his wrist and knocked the dagger away.
As she knocked the dagger away, Zhao Yan released her grip on his wrist and grabbed his collar.
She drew her right hand back like a bow and slapped him repeatedly.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
A series of heavy slaps landed forcefully on Han Lin's face.
Han Lin, already suffering from the backlash of the vengeful spirits, was now overwhelmed by anger and the humiliation of the repeated slaps.
Suddenly, with a cry, Han Lin spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight to the ground.
"Don't think I won't hit you just because you're unconscious. I'll still hit you!"
"Slap, slap, slap..."
Zhao Yan felt refreshed after the beating, and then she put her hands down.
Looking at Han Lin, whose face was beaten into a pulp, Zhao Yan squatted down and began to search his body.
She found a small bell on Han Lin's waist.
She gently shook the bell, and it emitted a crisp sound.
"It's mine now," Zhao Yan said.
After taking the small bell, she extended her hand again and searched Han Lin's body.
She found a small porcelain bottle, which contained five vengeful spirits.
Opening the bottle cap, the five vengeful spirits were still inside the small bottle.
To her surprise, the space within this small bottle was quite large; the five vengeful spirits did not feel crowded at all.
"This is quite a treasure!"
"Oh my! I'll take it without hesitation!"
Zhao Yan put away the small bottle. This small bottle was probably the best item Han Lin possessed.
Zhao Yan patted herself, and then let out a surprised sound.
"This jacket is quite nice," Zhao Yan showed a hint of surprise.
She quickly pulled it off, stripping Han Lin's jacket.
She then took Han Lin's dagger and tried to stab the jacket, but it couldn't be pierced.
Zhao Yan's face lit up with joy. She then poked Han Lin's body with the dagger a few more times to test it.
"This t-shirt is also good!"
"The material of these pants is good."
"I didn't expect Han Lin to be quite wealthy."
"This jacket, shirt, and pants are all made of special materials, and sharp objects cannot pierce them."
"Oh my gosh! Master, leave one for me."
Wang Xianzhi watched Zhao Yan collect Han Lin's treasures, his eyes red with envy.
Zhao Yan stood up, holding the jacket, t-shirt, and pants. She looked at Han Lin, who was left with a pair of large red cartoon-patterned underpants.
Zhao Yan generously said, "Alright, I'll leave these underpants for you."
"Okay, thank you, Master." Wang Xianzhi said joyfully and quickly pulled them off.
"Master, these underpants are truly a treasure. They feel so smooth and cool to the touch. What material are they made of?" Wang Xianzhi pinched them and said with a smile.
"Don't you see what's written on the back?"
Wang Xianzhi flipped over the small tag on the back: "Holy crap! 100% pure cotton underwear!"
Remembering something, he quickly pulled his pants down slightly and looked at the tag on his own underwear.
"Holy crap! Master, my underwear is also 100% pure cotton!"
"Could it be that my underwear is also a treasure?"