At the same time, Grant Sullivan's other hand, hidden in his sleeve, quietly spread its ten fingers, and a blue orb of light silently appeared, growing larger and larger.

At this moment, the gigantic bull-headed man let out a thunderous roar and, with great effort, began to draw the massive bow bit by bit.

The giant bow radiated countless beams of light, and strands of black-blue mist rapidly merged into the red-feathered arrow.

"Four-Aspect Arrow!"

The bull-headed man shouted, his fingers suddenly loosening. After a tremble, the feathered arrow vanished from the giant bow.

The next instant, a piercing sound of air being torn came from the void not far in front of Grant Sullivan, as a crimson streak appeared as if by teleportation, striking fiercely against the ice shield.

The bull-headed man's immense strength, combined with the amplifying power of three magical artifacts, made the red-feathered arrow shoot forth at an astonishing speed, seemingly unstoppable.

A deafening, earth-shattering boom.

A large burst of red light blossomed on the surface of the ice shield, followed by several cracking sounds as countless fissures appeared, as if the shield would be completely destroyed in the next moment.

"Restoration Technique."

At that moment, Grant Sullivan's hand in his sleeve grabbed the blue orb and swiftly brushed it across the ice shield.

An astonishing sight unfolded: the cracks on the surface of the ice shield rapidly healed under threads of blue light, and in the blink of an eye, it became as solid as before.

The bull-headed man was first startled, then a fierce look appeared on his face. He formed a hand seal with one hand, and pointed a finger at the void near the ice shield.

With a "whoosh," a crimson beam shot out from the red light locked in stalemate with the ice shield, instantly piercing through the thick shield and reaching Grant Sullivan's chest.

Grant Sullivan's expression did not change, but blue light flickered in his eyes, allowing him to see the true form of the crimson beam clearly—it was a small crimson crystal arrow, several inches long.

It turned out that the red-feathered arrow was actually a mother-daughter arrow; only after the main arrow lost its power would the sub-arrow shoot out unexpectedly.

Almost simultaneously, the void at Grant Sullivan's chest rippled, and a black gourd wrapped in blue light appeared, just in time to block the crimson beam.

With a muffled "puff," the crimson beam immediately scattered into points of crystal light and vanished. The black gourd shook violently, and the blue light on its surface instantly flickered out.

Grant Sullivan's face darkened. He grabbed the gourd and brought it before his eyes for a careful inspection.

He saw that a small pit, about an inch deep, had appeared on the previously smooth surface of the black gourd.

Without a word, he quickly activated a spell, and a surge of magical power rushed from his palm into the gourd. The small pit on the gourd's surface slowly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only then did Grant Sullivan breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, when he chose his life-bound magical artifact, he had opted for the famously hard black refined gold for safety, rather than a fragile material that would enhance water-type spells. Otherwise, this strike would have caused significant damage to his life-bound artifact.

At this point, the red light on the surface of the ice shield had completely dissipated. The horse-faced man and the other three, witnessing this outcome, all had looks of disbelief in their eyes.

"He actually took the Four-Aspect Arrow without a scratch!"

"The Four-Aspect Arrow has even severely injured late Foundation Establishment opponents before. Could this person really be a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment? How is that possible? Judging by his vitality, he can't be over twenty years old."

"I've heard that among the new generation of direct descendants of the The Sullivan Family, the most outstanding are known as the Three Sons. If one of them has reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, it wouldn't be surprising."

...

The few from the Ghost Mansion whispered among themselves, and their gazes toward Grant Sullivan naturally changed completely.

After all, they had painstakingly cultivated for decades, and their own cultivation was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. If the other party truly had peak Foundation Establishment cultivation, even if the four of them joined forces, it was uncertain whether they could win in a fight.

"This strike, I suppose I have taken it?" Grant Sullivan looked at the four, flicked his sleeve, and a faint spiritual light flashed as the ice shield before him dissipated into wisps of white vapor.

"As expected of a disciple of the The Sullivan Family. This time, we will give you face, but may we know your name?" the horse-faced man sighed and said.

By now, the bull-headed man's body had shrunk rapidly like a deflated ball, returning to its original size, and he no longer felt much anger in his heart.

The giant bow let out a hum and transformed back into a short sword and a ruyi scepter, returning to the hands of the horse-faced man and the woman in the blue skull mask, respectively.

"My name is Grant Sullivan. You may report this truthfully when you return," Grant Sullivan said calmly, his eyes flashing.

"Grant Sullivan." The horse-faced man repeated the name to himself, then turned to glance at the fire woman beside him.

She looked completely puzzled, shaking her head, clearly having never heard of the name.

The four said nothing more and turned to leave the great hall.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the mist outside the hall doors had completely dissipated, leaving only Grant Sullivan, Warren, and the beast-faced young woman in the temple.

"Miss, could you tell me about the change of ownership in the Ghost Mansion?" Grant Sullivan watched the four ghosts leave before turning to the young woman and asking calmly.

"Yes, benefactor, whatever you wish to know, I will not hide a single thing," the beast-faced young woman replied without hesitation, her eyes full of deep gratitude.

Chapter Five: Taiyin Mysterious Water