What Qin Fengming had said was also utterly contrary to his true thoughts.
There was no doubt that He Xuan was at the mid Spirit Severing stage, but his physical body was not particularly strong. He cultivated magical treasures, not his fleshly body. Although he had condensed his physical body from a soul essence, making it far tougher than that of an ordinary human cultivator at the same level,
he was still clearly inferior to Winged Race cultivators.
Deep in Burial Saint Valley, with that terrifying pressure constantly assailing them, Qin Fengming naturally did not dare let He Xuan appear.
But he naturally would not let Shu Yu know any of this.
"Several Fellow Daoists from Yin Mountain, Fellow Daoist He will not ascend that altar, nor will he enter the Yin Mountain Range. That being the case, there will naturally be no danger of him perishing. If you hand your soul essences over to Fellow Daoist He, you will have nothing to fear." Qin Fengming looked at the five cultivators and spoke.
"Handing them to Fellow Daoist He naturally means we needn't worry about him dying on the altar. But if you enter the altar and fail to come out, wouldn't we likewise be unable to reclaim our souls?"
Although soul essences inscribed with secret arts and incantations ordinarily would not affect cultivators in the slightest, if that wisp of soul essence were destroyed, the backlash against the cultivator's soul would also be something they could hardly withstand.
If that happened, then even if Qin Fengming truly perished on the altar, they would still be under another's control. This was something none of them could accept.
"Hmph. At a time like this, do you think you still have the qualifications to bargain? If you want to live, hand over