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The two members of the Hidden Sect, despite claiming they would kill to silence others, 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, realizing the gravity of the situation, understood that matters of martial arts were beyond his intervention. Meanwhile, 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 essence of the Yin Spirit, not even willing to share unless he could truly locate Mr. Jiang.
He chuckled to himself. He had never even met Mr. Jiang, but with the New Year approaching, if he could find the essence of the Yin Spirit and present it to the Ancestor of the Peng Family, surely everyone would regard him with newfound respect.
“Alright, step aside. It’s almost time to retrieve the essence of the Yin Spirit. Any discussions can wait until after we’ve extracted it,” said a tall, thin man in black.
“I can help you,” Peng Shishan offered.
“You can’t be of any assistance. I advise you all to step aside; don’t blame me if you get harmed by the Yin Spirit’s energy,” replied the tall man calmly. He was quite rational; although both sides were at odds, they were cautious enough to avoid a direct confrontation.
Peng Shishan’s expression darkened, but ultimately he stepped aside. He truly didn’t know how to extract the essence from this pool.
Li Fuxiu and Jiang Shi quickly moved aside as well, their eyes filled with curiosity as they watched intently. Human nature often struggles to suppress curiosity about the mysterious and unknown.
Seeing that Peng Shishan and Li Fuxiu had stepped back, the two men in black jumped down from the large rock and approached the Dragon Eye Pool.
Everyone focused intently on them, eager to see how they would extract the essence of the Yin Spirit. The two men took out a small porcelain vial, some talismans, a roll of transparent thread, a palm-sized brass bell, and a small hollow ball with an ancient design.
The tall man folded one of the talismans into a funnel shape and poured powder from the porcelain vial into it, repeating this process three times. Afterward, the slightly plump middle-aged man opened the hollow ball while his companion muttered incantations. He placed the three talismans containing powder into the ball and sealed it. Almost immediately, they could see smoke rising as the talismans ignited inside; the smoke had a strange odor—light yet pungent—that made their heads feel heavy.
Li Fuxiu and Jiang Shi were startled and quickly donned gas masks, fearing they might fall victim to some kind of narcotic mist again.
“Old Peng, be careful of the narcotic mist; you should wear this too,” Li Fuxiu said as he handed a 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 other two weaker martial artists were more cautious and put on their masks.
“Don’t worry; this Dragon Sleep Incense isn’t meant for you,” said the tall man in black nonchalantly.
The tall man and his slightly plump companion worked together: one tied the hollow ball to the thread and lowered it into the deep pool while the other held the brass bell close to the water's surface and gently shook it. The sound of the bell was muffled and oppressive, creating ripples across the water's surface.
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