Zhao Yan took Wang Xianzhi's phone.
That silhouette was indeed hers.
"The Xuanmen social circle is going crazy," Wang Xianzhi exclaimed.
"Is it that exaggerated?" Zhao Yan asked.
"Master, scroll down and you'll see," Wang Xianzhi replied.
Zhao Yan scrolled down a few times. Several groups were buzzing about her.
She had been supplying Yang energy to so many people, a benevolent act without expecting any reward.
Seeing the enthusiasm from her peers in the circles, they were even incessantly asking what sect she belonged to.
Some even said they wanted to find her.
If so many people came looking for her, would they discover the treasure she possessed?
Should she run?
Upon reflection, if she ran, wouldn't that confirm her guilty conscience?
Zhao Yan returned the phone to Wang Xianzhi.
"Disciple, keep an eye on the news. If there's anything significant, tell me," Zhao Yan instructed Wang Xianzhi.
Wang Xianzhi nodded and agreed, his eyes glued to the phone, unwilling to miss any message.
"By the way, Sister Zhao, did you get the treasure from the mountain?" Wu Jiaxin turned and asked Zhao Yan.
Wu Jiaxin was Wang Xianzhi's confidante, and she wasn't afraid of them betraying her.
She hid nothing from them, saying, "I did."
"Good that you got it," Wu Jiaxin smiled.
She didn't care what the treasure was; what mattered was whether Zhao Yan had obtained it.
Wang Xianzhi didn't ask about the treasure either. Compared to treasures, he was more engrossed in the news from the groups.
Zhao Yan glanced at his focused expression.
With that glance, she saw Wang Xianzhi arguing with people in the group.
Some were criticizing Zhao Yan, questioning why she didn't use her power to deal with the little zombie when she could save so many Xuanmen practitioners.
If she had acted, so many people wouldn't have been injured.
Wang Xianzhi couldn't tolerate any slight against his master and immediately engaged in a heated exchange.
The chat logs were filled with profanity.
It seemed Wang Xianzhi had spent a lot of time surfing the internet; when it came to arguing, he was a master.
"Xinxin, don't drive to the shop yet, let's drive to Jiangcheng City People's Third Prison first," Zhao Yan told Wu Jiaxin.
She didn't know what kind of treasure this bead was and wanted the knowledgeable old man to take a look.
"Okay." Wu Jiaxin started to turn the car around, heading towards Jiangcheng City Third People's Prison.
"Grandmaster seems to like prison quite a bit. Last time, to reward Grandmaster for his great help, the prison planned to give him several days of leave, but he adamantly refused. After finishing his tasks, he quickly urged Lan Jing to send him back to prison."
Zhao Yan shook her head. It wasn't that the old man liked prison, but he knew a calamity would befall him within three years, and entering prison was a way to avoid it.
Compared to the outside, prison was much safer.
As for what calamity it was, she had asked, but the old man hadn't told her.
Upon arriving at the prison entrance, she requested a meeting with the old man.
Zhao Yan sat on a small stool, separated by a layer of transparent glass.
In front of her was a telephone, and on the inner side of the transparent glass, there was also a telephone.
After waiting for about a few minutes, the old man, led by a prison guard, entered the room.
Seeing Zhao Yan, he was overjoyed. He quickly walked to the stool and picked up the telephone in front of him.
Zhao Yan also picked up the phone and got straight to the point, "I've obtained a treasure, a very peculiar one that can transmit Yin and Yang energy. I want you to tell me what this treasure is."
Zhao Yan had figured out the treasure's function.
The little zombie was an Yin entity; after contact, it naturally circulated Yin energy.
She was Yang energy; it naturally circulated Yang energy, depending on the user.
Hearing her words, the old man quickly asked her to show it to him.
She didn't take the bead out of her bag but opened the bag, revealing an opening through which the treasure's appearance could be clearly seen.
"Can you see it from this angle?" Zhao Yan asked.
The old man stood up and took a look, his face showing a shocked expression, his eyes fixed on Zhao Yan.
"Disciple, this is the Yin-Yang Pearl! You've truly struck gold."
"Will it harm me if I keep it by my side? Will I be backlashed by this treasure?" Zhao Yan asked consecutively.
The old man rolled his eyes and sat back down on the stool, saying, "What are you thinking? This is a good treasure. If used well, its effects are tremendous."
"I've only heard your Grandmaster mention this, I've never seen it myself."
"Keep it safe, don't let anyone know. Come back and take a look when I get out."
Zhao Yan softly hummed, "Understood."
The old man stood up and waved his hand, "You can go back. Don't worry about me. I'm doing well in prison and have made many good friends."
"Alright, I'll wait for you outside. Counting the days, it should only be a few more months." Zhao Yan said.
The old man chuckled and held up two fingers, "Just two months left."
"When you get out, I'll throw you a grand banquet."
Zhao Yan watched as the old man was led away by the prison guards and exited the room.
Thinking of the old man's surprised expression, it seemed the Yin-Yang Pearl was indeed an extraordinary treasure.
After all, few things could make the old man show such surprise.
"Let's go back," Zhao Yan said to Wang Xianzhi and Wu Jiaxin as she walked out of the room.
On the way to the shop, Zhao Yan was still worried that the Xuanmen practitioners might have surrounded her shop.
She wasn't afraid of them suspecting the treasure she had; if they insisted on checking, she would let them.
Her bag was peculiar; only she could open it. For anyone else, it was just an ordinary bag.
Upon arriving at the shop, Zhao Yan was somewhat surprised. There wasn't a single person outside.
It seemed she had worried for nothing.
At the same time, she felt relieved, as this saved her a lot of trouble.
She didn't intend to hide the Yin-Yang Pearl; keeping it by her side was the safest place.
Zhao Yan had an idea. If the Yin-Yang Pearl could replenish her weakened Yang energy, then drawing talismans would be twice as effective with half the effort.
With this thought, Zhao Yan quickly picked up a pen and paper and began to draw talismans diligently.
As her Yang energy refined, the success rate of drawing talismans indeed increased by twenty percent.
Out of ten talismans, six were successfully drawn.
Placing her hand on the Yin-Yang Pearl, the depleted Yang energy within her body quickly became abundant again.
Zhao Yan couldn't help but secretly rejoice; this was truly a good treasure.
Just as she was feeling happy, Zhao Yan suddenly heard a scratching sound at the door.
At first, she thought it was General Black Tiger scratching at the door. Turning around, she saw General Black Tiger sleeping in his dog bed.
Zhao Yan looked out the window curiously.
She froze. The one scratching at the door was the little zombie.