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The two members of the Hidden Sect, despite their threats to kill and silence, hesitated. After all, one of their opponents was a police officer, and the Hidden Sect's code strictly forbade any conflict with law enforcement.
Li Fuxiu, recognizing the gravity of the situation, understood that matters of martial arts were beyond his involvement. On the other hand, Peng Shishan found himself in a difficult position. He had already boasted about his capabilities, and retreating now would be embarrassing. However, it was clear that the other party was unwilling to easily part with the Yin Ling Zhi Jing, not even willing to share it unless he could truly locate Mr. Jiang.
He chuckled to himself; he had never even met Mr. Jiang. With the New Year approaching, if he could find the Yin Ling Zhi Jing and present it to the Ancestor of the Peng Family, surely the family members would regard him with newfound respect.
"Alright, step aside. It's almost time to retrieve the Yin Ling Zhi Jing. We can discuss things once we have it," said the Tall Slim Man in Black.
"I can help you," Peng Shishan offered.
"You won't be of any assistance. I advise you all to step back; you wouldn't want to be accidentally harmed by Yin Ling Qi," replied the Tall Slim Man in Black calmly. He was a rational individual. Although both sides were at odds, they were cautious of each other, making an actual confrontation unlikely.
Peng Shishan's expression darkened, but ultimately he stepped aside. He truly didn't know how to extract the Yin Ling Zhi Jing from this murky situation.
Li Fuxiu and Jiang Shi quickly moved aside as well, their eyes filled with curiosity as they watched intently. Human nature compels one to be curious about the mysterious and unknown.
Seeing that Peng Shishan and Li Fuxiu had retreated, the two men in black jumped down from the boulder and approached Longan Pool.
Everyone focused intently on them, eager to see how they would retrieve the Yin Ling Zhi Jing. The two men produced a small porcelain bottle, some talisman papers, a roll of transparent thread, a palm-sized copper bell, and a small hollow sphere with an ancient design.
The tall man folded a piece of talisman paper into a funnel shape and poured powder from the porcelain bottle into it, repeating this process three times. Once finished, the Slightly Overweight Middle-Aged Man opened the sphere while the tall man chanted incantations. He placed the three talisman papers containing the powder into the sphere. As soon as they entered, he sealed it shut, and visibly, the papers ignited within; smoke began to rise. The scent was peculiar—light yet foul—and it made one feel dizzy.
Li Fuxiu and Jiang Shi were startled and quickly donned gas masks, fearing they might fall victim to Mi Xiang again.
"Old Peng, be careful of Mi Xiang; you should wear this too," Li Fuxiu said as he handed a gas mask to Peng Shishan.
Peng Shishan waved his hand dismissively; as a Martial Artist, he found it beneath him to wear such a thing. The two weaker Martial Artists remaining were more cautious and put on their masks.
"Don't worry; this Longmian Incense isn't meant for you," said the tall man in black nonchalantly.
The Tall Slim Man in Black and the Slightly Overweight Black-Clad Man worked in tandem: one secured the sphere with thread and lowered it into the deep pool while the other held the copper bell close to the water's surface and gently shook it. The sound of the bell was heavy and muffled, creating ripples across the water's surface.
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