After Hermit Zhengde forced Cui Qiao to agree to become his maidservant, she was filled with despair.
She had never imagined that after enduring countless hardships and finally ascending, she would be forced into servitude the moment she arrived in the Profound Realm.
She was not foolish enough to truly believe Hermit Zhengde's words—that he would set her free after a hundred years.
Leaving aside the humiliation and torment she would face, or whether she could even survive those hundred years, even if she somehow lived through them, Hermit Zhengde would never let her leave. Once he grew tired of her, he would simply dispose of her to prevent future trouble.
Thus, when Yu Bi appeared, a flicker of hope immediately rose in her eyes.
Yu Bi was stronger, and he naturally carried the majesty of one in a superior position. More importantly, the way he looked at her lacked the lewd and wicked intent in Hermit Zhengde's gaze.
If she could cling to Yu Bi's thigh, not only could she escape her present crisis, she might even find a solid patron in this unfamiliar upper realm.
"Senior's eyes are truly keen. This junior indeed cultivates the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art." Cui Qiao bowed and clasped her fists, speaking with utmost respect.
Yu Bi's gaze suddenly sharpened.
"Where did your cultivation art come from?"
Feeling the pressure contained within that suddenly icy gaze and questioning, Cui Qiao's heart trembled.
Yet she knew full well that her next answer concerned her very life and death, so she had to respond with utmost caution.
She struggled to suppress the slight trembling of her body caused by overwhelming fear and tension, forcing herself to maintain a respectful and humble posture.
"This junior comes from the 'Heavenly Origin Realm.' An ancient sect called