The people under Wang Xingzhi were all eager, but in the end, none of them succeeded.

Because someone from the four behind Su Xiaoxiao made a move.

Who dared to compete with big figures? One by one, they could only retreat.

And the one eyeing the Pills was the guy with the incense burner, who had beautiful thoughts.

’As long as this poor Daoist doesn’t go against someone stronger than me, wouldn’t I be invincible.’

Just thinking about it was wonderful, so Han Yu handed over the Pills readily, and he swallowed it readily.

A Pill was swallowed, and a group of people watched him.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the group was still waiting for him.

Another quarter passed, and the group considered checking on him.

After such a long time with no reaction, could something have gone wrong?

Just as Su Xiaoxiao hesitated about whether to test him, the old man suddenly spoke.

"Sorry, I was just zoning out..."

Is it starting to work now?

The group looked at each other with bewildered expressions; was there any way to know if he was zoning out in the future?

"Come, hit me."

The old man suddenly became very excited, feeling a mysterious aura swirling inside him, enveloping him tightly.

"Are you sure?"

Su Xiaoxiao hesitated, the zoning out part checked out, but who knew if the actual effect was just as strong.

Better not accidentally hurt someone.

"I’m sure. From now on, I, Wushang Daoist, will become Uninjured Daoist."

Wushang Daoist was filled with joy.

He stood still, the aura even began to extend outside his body, forming a tight barrier around him.

"You guys try first."

Su Xiaoxiao nodded, but to be safe, decided to let Wang Xingzhi’s group take a shot.

"Can we really do it?"

The group was apprehensive, afraid of hurting him.

"I won’t blame you, give it your all."

Wushang Daoist interjected, promising them.

"Go ahead."

Since the respected emissary gave the green light, Wang Xingzhi nodded to the rest.

The eleven of them together summoned a vast galaxy, while Su Xiaoxiao and others prepared a barrier to prevent the disturbance from damaging the small world setup.

With a loud crash, the galaxy struck Wushang Daoist, creating significant commotion, causing the entire small world to tremble.

Thick smoke rose, leaving the group covered in ash and dust.

But when the aftermath cleared, Wushang Daoist was standing unscathed in the same spot, without even shifting his position.

This was outrageous; blocking the attack was one thing, but not moving an inch seemed exaggerated.

Obviously, more exaggerated was Wushang Daoist speaking up again.

"Quit dawdling, I said I won’t blame you, just go for it."

This...

Was he zoning out again?

The group exchanged glances, realizing that zoning out could happen anytime and anywhere.

Wushang Daoist couldn’t help but urge them several times more, until Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t watch any longer and spoke up.

"We already went ahead just now."

"How is that possible, I didn’t feel a thing."

Wushang Daoist incredulously looked at his feet, still in the same spot, was it really over?

He was first confused, then delighted.

No sensation was a good sign; wasn’t this the Pills’ effect!

He looked expectantly at the others, who varying in cultivation levels, were all in the same Realm. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

His hopeful gaze left Su Xiaoxiao and the others speechless.

"Come on, hit me hard."

Wushang Daoist invited warmly.

A quarter of an hour later, the foot of the mountain was in ruins, almost flipping the earth over.

A hundred-meter-wide pit formed around Wushang Daoist’s spot, yet he remained unscathed.

The group’s view of him and Han Yu completely changed.

Talking about the Pills’ effect was one thing; witnessing it was another.

Su Xiaoxiao was the strongest among the five, but even he had to admit, he couldn’t do anything against Wushang Daoist.

The chaos arose from their combined effort.

Yet, despite such impact, the other party remained unmoved, standing firm.

This time, Wushang Daoist returned to his senses just in time to witness it all, now utterly dumbfounded.

Powerful!

He felt invincible.

With his current condition, he could take on Yama Hall.

Since Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t deal with him, Lei Wang’s side was even less of a concern.

The group began to look at Han Yu with glowing eyes, not expecting the Pills to be so potent.

Occasionally zoning out isn’t too bad, right?

The group internally sighed collectively.

"Here, this is for you."

Wushang Daoist tried to thrust the incense burner to Han Yu, feeling the favor was monumental.

Such dreadful Pills, freely benefiting him.

He couldn’t leave without expressing gratitude.

Practically without any refusal, Han Yu received a pointless incense burner.

"Any chance you have more Pills, for us to study?"

Someone couldn’t help but ask hopefully.

Han Yu was undoubtedly a treasure trove, if there were more Pills, they would certainly be extraordinary.

They were genuinely tempted.

Han Yu didn’t have more Pills; it would be another three days.

But he couldn’t say that, so he made up a new excuse.

"Today’s fate is over, let’s talk another day if the chance arises."

Fate is the best excuse; if lost, one could say it’s not meant to be.

Liked it, it’s destiny.

Didn’t like it, you could say, you’re great, but there’s no fate between us.

Han Yu was secretly amused by his wit, but soon regretted it.

In a few days, different people hovered around, all asking the same question.

"Young friend, do we have fate today?"

In the small world, avoiding people was impossible, he had nowhere to escape.

Inside the hall, Su Xiaoxiao sat cross-legged for a moment, unable to get a response, and stood up frustratedly.

Before him was Wushang Daoist. He brought him here hoping to have someone check for side-effects when connecting with his people.

He couldn’t detect anything in Wushang Daoist, not even the mysterious aura he claimed to have.

If it weren’t for Wushang Daoist’s assertive claim, Su Xiaoxiao might have dismissed it as mere imagination.

Especially the detailed explanation Wushang Daoist provided of the aura’s changes, made it even more convincing.

Worth mentioning, side effects gradually began to surface.

Communication-wise, within two days, few of the five wanted to interact with Wushang Daoist.

Because it was exhausting!

Imagine, after discussing for ages, only to be met with, "What did you say?"

Isn’t it infuriating?

Imagine laboriously repeating yourself, only for him to zone out halfway, how should one handle this?

Communicating was truly draining.

No one knew when Wushang Daoist would zone out, without any warning or signs.

Which is why during conversations, every three sentences had to include, "Are you listening?"

Once confirmed, the conversation could proceed; without confirmation, there was no telling how long he would be zoned out.

Wushang Daoist’s intended name change to Uninjured Daoist never succeeded; instead, his nickname Wandering Spirit Daoist quietly spread...