In the Dark Sea Region, anything could be traded. When faced with a chance to stay alive, Qin Fengming reckoned that, in the face of life and death, the Nascent Soul of an old man at the mid Integration stage had no choice but to obediently submit.
What left Qin Fengming utterly speechless was that the old man's Nascent Soul did not hesitate in the slightest and directly refused.
"I have no interest in that. Fellow Cultivator, you would do better to kill me at once. As for your plan to search my soul, I advise you to abandon that thought. A restriction has already been placed on my soul. The moment you touch it, powerful soul force will certainly rebound against you."
Hearing the old man's resolute declaration, Qin Fengming's expression froze for a moment. As his thoughts raced, he instantly understood the reason.
It was not that the old man did not want to live. He had certainly already sworn a Blood Oath—or perhaps an oath even more powerful than one. The moment he dared to reveal even the slightest information about the Dark Hall, it might become impossible for him to die even if he wanted to, or for his soul to enter the Netherworld.
Bing'er had once told him that threatening a cultivator with death was not an effective method. There were soul techniques even more terrifying than death.
Qin Fengming had even cultivated the soul-sense techniques Bing'er had taught him. They could directly attack a cultivator's soul and make him wish he were dead.
If it had been an ordinary cultivator, such methods might have worked. But against the old man's Nascent Soul before him, Qin Fengming knew without trying that they would have no effect whatsoever.
"Very well, this Qin understands. But since you