"No, that's impossible!"
Gong Chen'an was nearly driven mad.
At that moment, Qin Shaofeng suddenly heard a sharp howl from ahead, as though something was tearing through the air toward them.
He narrowed his eyes and looked forward.
Sure enough, a woman in green robes appeared, riding a sword through the air.
She was even an acquaintance of his—the Myriad Sword Sect's Enforcement Elder, Lian Qingyi.
Seeing Qin Shaofeng trap the Demonic Cultivator Gong Chen'an with lightning arts, Lian Qingyi's expression turned somewhat astonished.
"Qin Shaofeng... Fellow Daoist, you actually..."
A trace of dissatisfaction entered Qin Shaofeng's voice.
"It seems you people know exactly what his situation is."
"To let a Demonic Cultivator run wild throughout your mountain gate—your Myriad Sword Sect is truly quite capable."
Lian Qingyi's face shifted from green to white, yet she still cupped her hands toward Qin Shaofeng and said in thanks,
"No matter what, we must still thank Fellow Daoist Qin this time."
"If you had not acted, this fellow would likely have caused us quite a bit of trouble!"
Qin Shaofeng said casually,
"You should say less too."
After considering her words, Lian Qingyi continued, "Actually, I have an impertinent request that I would like to make of Fellow Daoist Qin."
Qin Shaofeng's brows creased slightly, his tone calm and unruffled.
"Say it if you have something to say. No need to beat around the bush."
A faint smile appeared on Lian Qingyi's face as she spoke sincerely.
"Could you hand this Demonic Cultivator's Primordial Spirit over to our Myriad Sword Sect?"
"Sure." Qin Shaofeng nodded.
Lian Qingyi's eyes lit up. Before she could say another word, Qin Shaofeng continued, "But you'll have to pay."
Seeing Qin Shaofeng looking as though he had fallen into a money pit, Lian Qingyi's lips twitched, but