Bishui Falls, Plotting Against the Demon Corpse

"Fairy Bishui's Dharma Body was traded away. Her Nascent Soul did not appear at the trading site."

After Fairy Bishui was presented as merchandise at the Trading Fair, it immediately caused an uproar. After all, her Dao companion was True Lord Feipeng.

He was one of the foremost great cultivators among Nascent Soul Cultivators, hailed as the cultivator in this region most likely to advance to Spirit Transformation within the next century.

And yet this incident had happened. At this moment, Bing Yun, who had set aside the Chamber of Commerce's affairs in Cold Wind City to focus on cultivation, looked at this intelligence report with flickering eyes, as though pondering something.

"Her Dharma Body was traded away. Her Nascent Soul is most likely still in Senior White Bone's hands. And considering the path this True Lord Feipeng intends to take, then—"

The clever Bing Yun instantly judged that Senior White Bone was not softhearted, nor was he wary of True Lord Feipeng and unwilling to offend him too deeply.

Rather, he wanted to use the Nascent Soul to strike a deal with Ice God Palace. Neither side wanted True Lord Feipeng's path to Spirit Transformation to be smooth sailing all the way, so obstacles had to be placed in his path.

"True Lord Bishui is finished!"

Once she was certain, a smile appeared on Bing Yun's face. Though she had not personally taken revenge, there was no difference.

This kind of death was even more painful—watching helplessly as her own Dharma Body was traded away while her Nascent Soul was imprisoned, able only to wait for her final moments to run out.

There was no torment better than this.

"Mother, Father, you may rest in peace. Bishui's death will surely be even more miserable and tragic."

After murmuring to