"Hahahaha..." Lin Bufan laughed loudly.

Wu Yazi frowned, suddenly realizing that this arrogant successor was quite interesting, and forgave Lin Bufan's previous rudeness.

But, if he didn't disperse his internal energy and forcibly accepted his seventy years of internal energy, was he really alright?

Wu Yazi, still uneasy, took Lin Bufan's pulse to sense his cultivation level and was pleasantly surprised to discover...

Lin Bufan has already entered the late stage of the Grandmaster realm.

This shows that the transfer of power was effective. Combined with what he already possessed, wouldn't he have over a hundred years' worth of internal energy?

"How much internal energy do you have right now?" Wu Yazi asked.

Lin Bufan answered truthfully: "One hundred and thirty years."

"I can sense the purity and harmony of your inner strength. How did you manage that?" Wu Yazi was puzzled by this.

Lin Bufan wanted to say: I'm cheating, I have a system that helps me fix this bug.

But he couldn't say that, so he could only use Xiao Huohuo's excuse and say with a smile, "Just lucky, just lucky."

Wu Yazi muttered, "Then you're really lucky, cough cough..."

Suddenly, he coughed up blood, became extremely weak, lost clumps of hair, and his face visibly withered.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Seeing Wu Yazi fall backward, Lin Bufan quickly caught him.

Wu Yazi, barely breathing, said, "I have passed on all my power to you. I am about to die, but death is inevitable for everyone. I am not afraid of death. As long as you can help me avenge Ding Chunqiu and bring glory to the Xiaoyao Sect, that will be enough. As for that bundle..."

Wu Yazi laboriously raised his hand, pointed to a gray bundle on a stone table in the distance, and said to Lin Bufan, "Inside are the Xiaoyao Sect's leader's thumb ring, as well as the manuals for the Beiming Divine Art, the Xiaowuxiang Art, the Tianshan Six Yang Palms, and the Lingbo Weibu. With your aptitude, you should be able to learn them within a year, and becoming a Grandmaster will be a piece of cake. You..."

He suddenly lost his strength and couldn't continue speaking. He tried for a long time, but still couldn't squeeze out a single word.

"Senior, senior." Lin Bufan shook his head a few times.

Wu Yazi's head lolled to one side, his life force exhausted, and he died.