Han Lin's expression shifted between light and shadow. Though Lu Xiaotian's demand was somewhat excessive and came with no guarantees, it still sounded more or less credible.
"Very well. We can do without a blood oath, but I have one condition." After a moment, Han Lin realized that the man before him would never bind himself with a blood oath. After all, the other party wasn't entirely confident, either. So Han Lin proposed a compromise. "As I refine this Nascent Soul-level Corpse Puppet, I'll keep the Corpse Core in my possession. If one day you can get me out of the Black Prison, I'll return it to you. If you can't, I'll destroy it before I die."
"That works." Lu Xiaotian tossed Han Lin a storage pouch.
"What's this?" Han Lin took the pouch and opened it. His face instantly filled with shock. When he looked at Lu Xiaotian again, his expression was grave. Inside the pouch were the bodies of several Ghost King-realm experts, including even two mid-stage Ghost Kings. Though those Ghost Kings had already perished, the lingering aura clearly placed them at the peak of the mid-stage. They were no match for ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators.
This unremarkable-looking young man, whose cultivation didn't seem particularly profound, could actually produce the remains of several Ghost King-realm experts. Han Lin was truly stunned.
"I know these Ghost King-realm bodies are useful to you, too, but you'd better not get any ideas about them. If the Corpse Puppet isn't strong enough, it'll be of little consequence to me. Even if you destroy the Corpse Core, it won't matter." Lu Xiaotian reminded Han Lin.
"Fine. I won't touch them." Han Lin nodded. Who could casually produce the remains of several Ghost King-realm experts? This man had probably ventured deep into the