These two Immortal Treasures were actually flying toward him of their own accord. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Seeing this, a chill ran down Zou Feng’s spine as he considered the implications. He prepared to strike at a moment’s notice.

But just as he was about to make a move, an aged yet surprisingly soothing voice echoed in his mind.

"Zou Feng, stay your hand!"

At the same time, the Poison Gathering Bottle and the Blood Jade Bowl stopped, hovering five paces away from Zou Feng and faintly emitting a strange ripple of energy.

"I can get you out of the Glazed Immortal Palace alive!"

Upon hearing this, Zou Feng used his mind to communicate. "Who are you?"

The next moment, a wisp of white smoke curled out from the mouth of the Poison Gathering Bottle.

The smoke quickly coalesced into the image of a benevolent-looking old man with an ethereal, immortal air about him.

’His appearance and form perfectly matched the common ’golden finger’ tropes, like the ’old grandpa in a ring’ or the ’old grandpa in a necklace’.’

"This is a wisp of my Divine Soul, trapped within this Poison Gathering Bottle. Constrained by the scarce Spiritual Qi in the Great Yan Territory, I was unable to materialize."

"Only after arriving here in the Glazed Immortal Palace and being nourished by Spiritual Qi once more could I manifest myself to speak with you!" the old man said solemnly.

To be fair, anyone would be bewildered and thrown into disarray after being suddenly and forcibly dragged into the bizarre Glazed Immortal Palace.

In the midst of such fear of the unknown, a benevolent ’old grandpa’ who offered a glimmer of hope for escaping this predicament had suddenly appeared...

Under these circumstances, even if Zou Feng remained vigilant, he couldn’t resist the urge to probe the old man.

"What about in that bowl? Is that the Divine Soul of an Immortal Venerable too?" Zou Feng asked, pointing to the Blood Jade Bowl.

The old man sighed, his voice full of pity. "You have guessed correctly. This bowl did indeed once imprison a wisp of a Divine Soul. Unfortunately, he didn’t manage to last until the return to the Glazed Immortal Palace..."

"So, according to you, the Glazed Immortal Palace specializes in the dirty business of imprisoning the Divine Souls of Immortals?"

The old man nodded. "You could put it that way."

"However, I’m not entirely clear on the specific origins of the Glazed Immortal Palace, nor the reason it imprisons Divine Souls."

"The only thing I can be certain of is that this palace has no master. Everything is run by an ’Artifact Spirit’ that was born within the Immortal Palace, operating according to a specific set of rules..."

’So, according to this Immortal’s Divine Soul, the Glazed Immortal Palace is a massive Magical Artifact. Even though it no longer has a master, its Artifact Spirit continues to operate the place according to a set of predetermined rules.’

Zou Feng cut in, "If this is a place for imprisoning the Divine Souls of Immortals, why does it capture Martial Artists of the True Qi Realm like us?"

The old man replied, "Because the palace’s ’Artifact Spirit’ must periodically recruit disciples for the Glazed Immortal Palace!"

Before Zou Feng could ask another question, he continued, "However, these ’disciples’ of the Immortal Palace ultimately become nothing more than fuel to keep the Immortal Palace functioning!"

Having heard all this, Zou Feng, who now seemed to have a grasp of the situation in the Glazed Immortal Palace, shrugged. "So, you can help me get out of here?"

"That’s right. Of course, it’s also so that I can escape my own confinement. No one wants to be imprisoned in this Poison Gathering Bottle forever."

"So how do you plan to help me?"

"It’s simple. I will impart an Immortal Skill to you. With your Talent, it won’t take you long to master its Cultivation."

The old man continued, "This Immortal Skill can resist the omnipresent Restrictions of the Glazed Immortal Palace. After that, we just need to find the formation core of the entire Immortal Palace and destroy it. Then, we can naturally break free."

"However, while it sounds simple, the actual execution will be fraught with peril. But it’s not like you have any other choice, is it?"

At this point, Zou Feng could barely resist the urge to applaud.

’Classic. So incredibly classic!’

’Trapped in a desperate situation, only to receive a blessing in disguise and gain the help of an "old grandpa".’

’It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. Not only do I get to cultivate an Immortal Skill, but I can also use it to break free.’

’It seems I really have no reason to refuse, right?’

"May I ask for the Immortal Venerable’s name?" Zou Feng mused for a moment before suddenly looking up to ask.

The old man stroked his incorporeal beard and announced proudly, "My Daoist title is Gu Yunzi!"

Upon hearing the name, Zou Feng wasn’t surprised in the slightest. In fact, his expression seemed to say, ’Just as I thought.’

There was nothing left to say. With a slight blur, Zou Feng appeared directly in front of the Poison Gathering Bottle.

His poison-infused hand shot out, grasping the Poison Gathering Bottle firmly.

Gu Yunzi’s ethereal form was instantly filled with shock and fury. "Zou Feng, what are you doing!?"

CRACK!

The Poison Gathering Bottle shattered in his grip.

"AGHHHH—"

Gu Yunzi immediately let out a mournful howl.

This wasn’t just because Zou Feng had shattered the Poison Gathering Bottle; he had simultaneously circulated his True Qi, enveloping Gu Yunzi’s ethereal form—which was made of Spiritual Qi—and began its instant Refinement!

Since it was formed from Spiritual Qi, a True Qi Realm Martial Artist could naturally absorb and refine it.

A moment later, Gu Yunzi’s bloodcurdling screams came to an abrupt halt.

Zou Feng’s eyes, on the other hand, lit up, and a look of pure bliss spread across his face.

In the past, Zou Feng had always been frugal with the Spiritual Liquid produced by the Poison Gathering Bottle.

After all, back in the Third Grade, his True Qi wasn’t yet "leakless." Any portion he failed to completely refine in one go would be wasted.

Now that he had entered the Second Grade Impermeable Realm and had already decided to perform Refinement on the bottle, he naturally absorbed its contents to his heart’s content.

Moreover, since the Poison Gathering Bottle had been fed a considerable amount of the Gu King’s poison, a portion of the resulting toxicity remained even after most of it was converted into Spiritual Liquid.

In other words, this Spiritual Liquid was actually a venomous spiritual liquid, akin to the toxins of the Five Poison Creatures.

Five Poison Holy Lotus Skill (Extraordinary to Saint) Progress: 12%

Since he had stepped into the Realm of Transcendence and Sanctity, the progress of his Five Poison Holy Lotus Skill, which had barely budged, had just shot up by a huge amount.

Furthermore, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in this space was truly far denser than in the Great Yan Territory.

Gu Yunzi hadn’t been entirely lying. After all, for a True Qi Realm Martial Artist, Cultivation in this place could truly yield twice the results with half the effort.