Yan Chihuo had never expected Qi Yuan to launch a sneak attack on him. No matter how he thought about it, he could not understand what Qi Yuan stood to gain from this. Just as he was about to cast a spell, he discovered that the spiritual power in his dantian was like stagnant water. No matter how he circulated his cultivation, he could not stir even the slightest bit of it.
Qi Yuan said, "This is my shape-shifting spirit treasure, the God-Binding Rope. Forget Dao Integration Stage cultivators—even Spirit Cultivation Stage cultivators, once bound by it, can forget about breaking free in a short while."
Yan Chihuo said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Qi, what is the meaning of this?"
Qi Yuan said, "My apologies, Fellow Daoist Yan. There is no way I can rescue my wife and son by myself, so I can only trouble you."
Yan Chihuo said, "And what use is there in capturing me?"
Qi Yuan said, "The use is immense. First, you ruined Spirit Island's plans in the East Sea back then, and Spirit Island hates you to the bone. Second, despite being only at the Tribulation Stage back then, you were able to ruin Spirit Island's plans. You must be carrying some great secret, one Spirit Island surely wishes to uncover. Based on those two points alone, if I trade you for my wife and son, Spirit Island will not refuse."
Yan Chihuo fell silent for a long while. He truly had not considered this possibility; otherwise, he would never have let down his guard around Qi Yuan. Qi Yuan stepped forward again, removed Yan Chihuo's storage ring, and probed it with his spiritual power. Delight appeared on his face as he said, "I never expected you to have so many treasures