"Fairy Si Kong, this Qin has a method that might help with the toxins on your face. If you're willing, you and I can sign another contract. I'll try to clear away those toxins. What do you think?"
Although the two of them had weathered life-and-death situations together, Qin Fengming had no obligation to spend his time and effort helping the female cultivator before him. He wanted to help her mainly because he could sense that the toxins in the poison sacs on her face were a mixture of who knew how many different poisons.
If he could refine them, both the Spirit Devouring Netherflame and the Green Soul Silk would undoubtedly benefit greatly.
To obtain those toxins, he naturally had to reach an agreement with the female cultivator before him. Although the two of them had spent several years together day and night, neither would be magnanimous enough to entrust their life to the other.
"These toxins aren't harmful to me right now. They only make my face look ugly. We cultivators don't place too much importance on our appearance. If the toxins on my face can benefit one of your secret arts, just go ahead and give it a try. There's no need to sign a contract."
The female cultivator spoke casually and seemed much more straightforward than Qin Fengming. She had no intention of signing any contract at all.
Moreover, the female cultivator's mind was exceptionally perceptive. In an instant, she understood that Qin Fengming's willingness to help her was certainly not entirely out of goodwill. He wasn't merely trying to restore her original appearance; he undoubtedly wanted something in return.
"Although you needn't worry, Fairy, this Qin still thinks it would be best for us to sign a contract. That will let you relax completely. I