Chapter 89: What’s in My Hand Is Mine — Walking the Dog Yet Again
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A beast pouch?
Yu Xian’s footsteps faltered slightly.
Turning, he looked at the pouch hurtling toward him, frowning deeply.
Of course he knew how valuable a beast pouch was.
A storage bag that could keep living creatures alive was far more difficult to create than an ordinary spatial pouch.
And naturally, far more expensive.
It could serve dual purposes—when needed, it could hold captured spirit beasts, demon beasts, or even fierce beasts.
When not needed for beasts, it could be used just like any other storage pouch.
So its value… was extremely high.
So high that Yu Xian was willing to take a risk for it.
This would become one of the most valuable items on his person—right up there with the black iron shard, top-grade storage pouch, supreme body-refining elixir, Evergreen Wood Spring Liquid, and his fifth-grade treasure—the Spirit Guardian Shield.
He had once said he didn’t like taking risks—not because he feared danger, but because most risks weren’t worth the reward.
But this time?
The risk and reward were perfectly proportional—in fact, the reward was dozens of times greater than the risk.
A dozen Qi Condensation peak cultivators?
They weren’t enough to scare him.
Yu Xian suddenly stretched out his hand and caught the beast pouch cleanly.
Without hesitation, he poured spiritual energy into it, and his divine sense swept through the interior.
Sure enough, it was a genuine beast pouch.
And inside were several living spirit beasts.
Clearly, this pouch was provided by the Lu family for Lu Mian to use in business—catching, trading, or transferring spirit beasts.
Lu Mian himself likely wasn’t qualified to own such a treasure.
With his decision made, Yu Xian waved his hand.
The Cloud Heron at his side vanished into the pouch.
“HAHAHAHA! Hahahaha!”
Lu Mian let out a wild, manic laugh, his face contorted with glee and hatred.
Staring directly at Yu Xian, he shouted,
“Brother! Take good care of that beast pouch, will you!? Don’t let it get snatched! Be sure to deliver it safely back to the Inner City estate! Hahahaha!”
At that moment, the thirteen peak Qi Condensation cultivators chasing Lu Mian finally lost all composure.
Their reason for chasing him wasn’t just because of grudges against the Lu family—
The real reason was the beast pouch!
A treasure like that could make someone rich overnight!
Even Foundation Establishment cultivators would be jealous, and Core Formation experts would want it too!
And now—Lu Mian had tossed that treasure to a random middle-aged man!?
And that man—who moments ago claimed to have nothing to do with any of this—caught it, stored his spirit beast inside, and fled!?
What did that mean?
It meant one thing: he accepted it. It was his now.
“Rest easy, fellow cultivators,” Yu Xian said coolly. “Since this pouch is in my hand, no one will take it from me.”
Calm and composed, he looked once at Lu Mian, then tucked the beast pouch into his robe.
Without another word, he turned and took off into the sky.
“Damn it! Drop that storage pouch!”
“Leave it behind!”
“Thief! Bastard!”
“You think you’re some fisherman waiting for the spoils!? Kill him!”
What Yu Xian had done instantly enraged the other eleven cultivators.
They had spent all this effort to corner Lu Mian, finally wearing him down… and now someone else swooped in and took the prize?
Two of the thirteen had actual blood feuds with Lu Mian.
The other eleven now all turned and gave chase to Yu Xian.
Behind them, Lu Mian howled with laughter, his face twisted, eyes nearly bleeding.
He had successfully passed the danger to someone else.
Using the beast pouch as bait, he had gambled on the man’s greed.
And he’d won.
He turned back to face the two who continued to chase him, roaring,
“Now it’s just you two! You really think you can kill me now!?”
The two men’s eyes burned with cold fury.
One shouted back:
“Lu Mian! Five years ago, you murdered a late-stage female cultivator for a fourth-grade spirit herb—don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?”
“She was our sister! You must die today!!”
Their voices were filled with boundless killing intent, flooding the area like a storm.
With eleven peak Qi Condensation experts chasing him,
Yu Xian was now the brightest target in all of Qingquan City’s outer district.
He was fast—but so were his pursuers.
Everyone was at the same cultivation level, and while Yu Xian was talented, he wasn’t absurdly superior to them. His movement technique, the Soaring Cloud Technique, was only slightly better than average.
Unless he used Jade Spirit Sword Flight, he couldn’t truly outrun them—
But that would draw too much attention!
Yu Xian’s thoughts raced as he fled.
He couldn’t keep flying in circles around the city forever.
That would just attract the attention of Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators, who were surely lurking around, waiting for the chaos to evolve.
Such powerful individuals wouldn’t act lightly—but for something like a beast pouch?
They might.
He made a quick decision.
Suddenly, he stopped casting movement spells, dropped to the ground—
And began to sprint at full speed!
His footwork burst forth with shocking agility.
To an outside observer, he was no slower than when he was flying—perhaps even faster, and far more nimble!
He darted between alleys, across streets, around buildings—his form flickering like a shadowy rabbit in the night.
The eleven cultivators above frowned.
If he were still flying, he’d be easy to track.
But now, with obstacles and buildings blocking their view, tracking him became dozens of times harder.
They might lose him at any moment!
“Scatter! Each of us covers a thirty-meter radius! Watch from above! The moment anyone spots him, signal the rest!”
With that command, the eleven fanned out, each taking an area to patrol from the skies.
No matter where he ran, he would be under their hawk-like eyes!
Yu Xian naturally heard the plan, and his brow furrowed.
Scanning ahead, his eyes suddenly lit up.
There—
A large pavilion with its doors wide open, filled with scattered cultivators rummaging for treasure and pills.
Before the chaos, it was clearly a prosperous merchant guild or auction hall—
Now, it was a place for looters.
Without hesitation, Yu Xian charged in.
He crashed through a dozen shocked cultivators, ignoring their screams, curses, and panic.
“Haha! He’s done for now!”
“Surround the building!”
“Panicked fool! Hahaha!”
The eleven pursuers whistled through the air, quickly surrounding the pavilion.
Five remained outside, sealing every exit.
Six rushed inside to capture him.
“Everyone out!”
The lead cultivator barked with authority.
His eyes blazed as he swept the room.
The looters—whether early-stage, mid-stage, or even a few peak-stage cultivators—didn’t dare argue.
Frightened, they fled the building in a rush.
Among the crowd was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, who slipped out from behind a cabinet and ran alongside the group, panic written all over his face.
The boy darted through the exit, turned a corner, and disappeared from sight.
That youth… was Yu Xian.
He had disguised himself as a middle-aged Taoist.
Now, by removing his human-skin mask, he revealed his true face—young, clean, and unrecognizable to his pursuers.
It was that simple.
His enemies had never considered such a tactic.
After all, even with disguise techniques, how could someone change appearance in just a few seconds?
But Yu Xian hadn’t disguised himself.
He had merely been wearing a mask.
Now that it was gone, no one suspected a thing.
Calm and composed, Yu Xian didn’t even look back.
He just walked away.
Though there had been some twists and turns, his goal never changed:
Find a place to hide. Wait for the chaos to die down. Then, at the first chance to leave the city… get out.
Let them fight and kill each other.
He only had one wish—
To go home.
