Hearing Song Wen's utterly shameless words, a smile appeared on Feng Zhongli's face, and even her eyes curved slightly.
Yet that expression, which should have been gentle, took on an entirely different aspect upon her flesh-heavy face.
There was not the slightest kindness in that smile, only a coarse savagery. Even the teeth exposed by her parted lips appeared unnaturally pale.
"Yang Yu, you are quite an interesting one. Among Mahayana cultivators, I have never seen anyone as thick-skinned as you."
"You flatter me, Fellow Daoist," Song Wen replied with a smile.
Feng Zhongli did not continue the conversation. She merely scrutinized Song Wen from head to toe with eyes squeezed into narrow slits.
Seeing that she remained silent, Song Wen spoke again.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, how do you intend for us to cooperate?"
Only then did Feng Zhongli withdraw her scrutinizing gaze.
"To be frank, there should be spiritual materials I need within that ghost nest as well. You and I can join forces to sweep away the ghosts within, then each take what we need. The spiritual materials containing lightning power will belong to you, while I take the materials I require. What do you think?"
"That sounds excellent." Song Wen continued, "Since Fellow Daoist Feng has been there before, you must understand the ghost nest's true situation. Why not tell me about it?"
"That was precisely my intention."
Feng Zhongli's expression grew somewhat solemn as she began to explain.
"Besides the blue-faced Ox-Head Ghost from earlier, there is also a red-furred ghost fox at the late eighth rank, as well as a black-scaled ghost serpent at the peak of the eighth rank."
"That ghost fox excels at illusion arts. I carelessly fell for its trick before. Had I not happened to possess an eighth-rank talisman—the Clearheart Soul-Calming