But Zhang Zhenbiao was not without advantages either. He had captured Lin Zhengyi, so he should already have more than twenty Dragon Soul Immortal Herbs in his hands. On top of that, who knew whether Li Jianchen was with him? If he was, that would be formidable. Of course, Zhang Zhenbiao would not reveal the whereabouts of the demon corpse. It involved Qian Kun Dao of the Dao Lineage, and publicly using the corpse of the head of the Southern Dao Lineage would trigger a war between the two factions.
"Our Confucian Sect has no objections." Xia Yunqi spoke solemnly, but it was obvious that he was the happiest of them all. The Xia family of the Confucian Sect had already been battered to the point of crippling itself through its civil war. Now, the appearance of the Dragon Soul Immortal Herb was like an injection of adrenaline, bringing them straight back from the brink of death.
"Good and evil will be repaid in kind. This poor monk begged for alms, and Young Benefactor Xia offered the goods. This cause and effect has nothing to do with the Buddhist Sect, yet it has brought our Buddhist Sect immense benefits. Let me, Fuhai, repay it personally. Amitabha." Divine Monk Fuhai clasped his hands and offered his thanks.
I was both happy and worried. I was happy because Divine Monk Fuhai's way of speaking about repaying this cause and effect amounted to indirectly giving me a lifesaving talisman. It was as important as the communication talisman from my old ancestor-grandmother. Trading one Earth Immortal's life-saving favor for my life was sometimes a better bargain than a hundred immortal herbs.
Fuhai's move carried another meaning as well: *You've all received benefits. You should at least give something back to the others. How could