Chen Mo thought for a moment before speaking. "Fine, but you have to give me the complete incantation for the Profound Yin Barrier first."
The eerie light in the corpse fiend's eye sockets abruptly froze. "You want the complete Profound Yin Barrier too?"
"Of course."
He spread his hands, his tone sincere. "Give me the complete incantation and help this junior grow a little stronger. Wouldn't that give me a better chance of getting the crystal for you, Senior?"
The corpse fiend stared toward the passage for well over ten breaths.
Then it closed its eyes and ignored Chen Mo completely.
The chains stopped moving, and the runes gradually dimmed. The entire cavern fell deathly silent.
It had seen through him.
This brat, with eight hundred tricks tucked into every inch of his body, had clearly come for its cultivation techniques.
The deal, the crystal-all of it was a smokescreen.
Chen Mo waited a few breaths. When he got no response, he couldn't help sighing.
"I've been so sincere, and you still don't understand me."
After waiting another ten-odd minutes, he finally shook his head regretfully. He had been too impatient, unfortunately. He should have worked on it a little longer.
Corpse fiends this dim-witted were hard to come by.
Chen Mo set up the defensive formation in the passage again, then crouched, curled his fingers slightly, and pressed his palms against the ground.
The Lunar Yin Power within him flowed from his dantian down through his meridians, slowly seeping into the rock beneath his feet and spreading underground like a spiderweb.
A moment later, delight appeared on his face.
Found it.
About twenty zhang ahead and to the left, roughly five zhang underground, the moisture was so dense it had almost become tangible.
Though that direction lay off