Lin Yu and the others arrived expectantly beside a pool of the "Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Milk," which shimmered with a strange, milky-white luster. Just as they reached out to gather it, a sinister, grating laughter erupted from the depths of the Blood Abyss, sounding like a rusty hand-saw scraping against human eardrums. "Hahahahaha! Did you really think this was the Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Milk? A bunch of fools!" Accompanied by this wild laughter, a shadowy figure slowly materialized like a ghost.
Lin Yu looked closely and saw that it was none other than the cultivator who had narrowly escaped from the Xuantian Valley mystic realm. The man was hunched over, his face the color of ash, but his eyes burned with venomous flames, flickering in the darkness like two ghostly fires. "Lin Yu, you stole the Nine-Leaf Immortal Lotus and caused my brother to lose his life! Today, it's time to settle this score properly! This so-called Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Milk is nothing more than bait disguised with ordinary tree sap, waiting for greedy fish like you to take the hook!"
Lin Yu's heart sank. He inwardly cursed himself for being far too careless, failing to realize this was an elaborately laid trap. Yet, his expression remained as cold as ice. He let out a cold laugh and taunted, "You certainly went to great lengths to plot against me. To stoop to such unscrupulous means for treasure—how are your actions any different from those of a rat in a gutter? Aren't you afraid of…
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