Seeing the burly cultivator reach for the Spirit Gathering Pill, Lin Yang inwardly cried out in alarm. He knew that if this man succeeded, a fierce battle would be inevitable. Almost instinctively, Lin Yang used the spatial power granted by the Landing Coin to instantly appear in front of the pill and grasp it in his hand.

The burly cultivator's hand grasped at empty air. He glared angrily at Lin Yang and roared, "Boy, you dare steal my pill!" The other cultivators also turned their gazes to Lin Yang, their eyes filled with doubt and dissatisfaction. Lin Yang was anxious, but he knew he had to remain calm. He raised the hand holding the pill and said loudly, "Fellow cultivators, don't be impulsive! This pill is so precious. If a fight breaks out over it, giving others with ill intentions an opportunity, then all our previous efforts will be in vain."

Hearing Lin Yang's words, although still unwilling, everyone had to admit that he made sense. At this moment, an old man stepped forward and said, "Young friend Lin, now that you have obtained the pills, what do you plan to do with them?" Lin Yang looked at the pills in his hand, then glanced at everyone, and said, "I propose that we distribute these pills and the ancient book according to our previous agreement, based on our respective contributions and needs. This Spirit Gathering Divine Pill can improve cultivation and break through bottlenecks, and I'm sure all of you fellow cultivators need it. However, I think it should be given to those who need it most and have made the greatest contribution. As for this ancient book, we can study it together and see who is suitable for the cultivation techniques recorded within."

Some cultivators, finding Lin Yang's suggestion fair, nodded in agreement. However, the burly cultivator persisted, saying, "Hmph, you make it sound so easy. Who will judge the size of the contribution? I think you just want to keep this pill for yourself!" Just as the two sides reached another stalemate, the palace floor suddenly began to shake violently, and cracks spread from beneath everyone's feet.

"Oh no, what's going on?" someone cried out in panic. Immediately afterward, countless small holes appeared in the palace walls, spewing out black smoke. Lin Yang was startled; he keenly sensed that the smoke was poisonous. He quickly retrieved some specially made pills from the space within the coin he had placed on the ground and distributed them to everyone, saying, "Take these quickly; these pills can temporarily resist the poison."

Everyone hurriedly took pills, temporarily resisting the poisonous gas. However, the palace was shaking more and more violently, seemingly in danger of collapsing at any moment. Lin Yang knew that he had to resolve the current conflict as soon as possible and find a way to leave. He said loudly again, "Fellow Daoists, now is not the time to fight. We must unite and leave this place first. After we get out, we can discuss how to distribute the treasures."

Just then, Chen Feng, who had been silent until now, stepped forward and pointed to a corner of the palace, saying, "Look everyone, there's a passage there, perhaps the exit." Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and indeed saw a passage emitting a faint light. Lin Yang was overjoyed and said, "Let's go there first and discuss things as we go."

Led by Lin Yang and Chen Feng, the group headed towards the passage. However, just as they were about to reach the entrance, a group of monsters formed from black smoke appeared. These monsters varied in shape, some resembling wolves and others bears. They bared their teeth and claws as they pounced on the group, presenting them with a new crisis. Lin Yang knew he had to quickly devise a way to lead everyone out of this predicament, while also properly handling the distribution of the treasures to prevent internal conflicts from escalating.