Shi Hao smiled slightly and said, "However, my soul is nearly dried up and can only allow one of you to receive my inheritance! You decide for yourselves who will inherit it."
Shen Yanjing looked at Tang Xuecheng and said, "I am the senior brother, so I will let this opportunity go to my junior brother."
Tang Xuecheng couldn't help but feel more excited and filled with gratitude, quickly replying, "Thank you, senior brother, thank you for making this possible!"
"Once you become an Immortal Venerable, don't forget to lend your senior brother a hand!" Shen Yanjing laughed.
"Definitely!" Tang Xuecheng nodded vigorously, determined to repay him well in the future.
"Go ahead." Shen Yanjing patted Tang Xuecheng on the shoulder.
"Alright, uh—" Tang Xuecheng had just nodded again but suddenly paled with horror, opened his mouth, and spat out blood.
His face was filled with disbelief as he staggered backward.
"You, you, you—" He looked at Shen Yanjing as if he'd seen a ghost.
