"Don't push your luck, fellow Daoist!"
"You haven't lost anything, and now you've gotten three third-grade talismans for nothing. What more could you want?"
"I absolutely cannot give you my poison-repelling treasure!"
That was something that could save his life.
How could the Ninth Prince possibly give it to someone else?
"Oh..." He Pingsheng said. "Would you care to put that to the test?"
He took out the Soul-Slaying Bell.
"You wouldn't dare!" the Ninth Prince said. "If you dare kill me, a mark will appear above your head!"
"When that happens, countless princes and disciples will hunt you down before you can leave this Secret Realm!"
"Is that so?" He Pingsheng shook the Soul-Slaying Bell in his hand. "Your Highness, this is a Divine Sense attack Treasure Artifact. When rung, it can only attack someone's Soul Thought!"
"If this thing tears your Sea of Consciousness apart..."
"Hehehe... would you count as dead then? Or alive?"
He Pingsheng stared coldly at the Ninth Prince.
The Ninth Prince's expression turned utterly grim.
That's right!
If his Sea of Consciousness were torn apart, he would lose consciousness, but his body would still function.
His heart could still beat, and his lungs could still breathe.
Would that count as death?
Was a living corpse dead or alive?
That was not the crucial point.
The crucial point was whether the Spirit Curse inside him would activate if he became a living corpse.
If it activated, a mark would appear above He Pingsheng's head. But what if the Spirit Curse decided its host was not dead and failed to activate?
"Riches and honor are found amid danger!" He Pingsheng said, shaking the Small Bell in his hand. "Your Highness had better not force me to gamble with fate!"
"Fine!"
Under He Pingsheng's threats, the Ninth