"Not enough?" Xuanling Fairy frowned slightly, a trace of disgust flashing deep within her eyes. She felt displeased by Wei Tu's enormous appetite.
This scene also confirmed her initial premonition—cultivators like Wei Tu, who put their own interests first, were exceedingly likely to demand repayment for their favor after learning of her plight.
"Still, this is not something I should gamble on. Though this boy is cold-hearted and self-serving, one thing he said is clear—interests written in black and white are more trustworthy. So long as we can sign this Blood Curse Secret Book, some price... can be paid."
Xuanling Fairy's gaze flickered. While troubled by Wei Tu's unyielding attitude, she weighed the gains and losses in that instant.
With the power of this remnant soul alone, there was a considerable chance she could capture—or even kill—Wei Tu alive. In her view, Wei Tu was most likely putting on a bold front rather than truly possessing any means to deal with her...
—Wei Tu might have the formidable record of killing Purple-Faced Daoist across realms, but how could Purple-Faced Daoist possibly be compared with a Great Ascension cultivator like her?
Yet her fundamental purpose was not to capture or kill Wei Tu, but to rescue her own "main body."
In other words, there was no irreconcilable conflict between the two of them. Everything could be negotiated on the basis of mutual interests; it was not beyond reconciliation.
The only difficulty was this—just how great a price would she have to pay before Wei Tu would be persuaded to drip his blood essence and swear this blood oath?
But precisely because of this, she could not make up her mind. With the pride of a Great Ascension immortal, humbling herself to beg a mere Fusion cultivator... was undoubtedly a tremendous humiliation