"Oh?"
Qing Chen gave a nasal grunt, betraying neither pleasure nor anger, his knuckles still tapping Fairy Lingxiao's fair neck.
"Then do you have any valuable information, or know of anything Cao Banxian owned that's worth spirit stones, or any hiding places?"
Feeling the pressure at her neck, Fairy Lingxiao's eyes flickered with inner struggle.
She understood that this was her only chance to survive. She had to offer something of sufficient weight.
She desperately searched her memory and finally seized upon a hazy fragment.
"Young master, I remember Cao Banxian once mentioning a property of his on Earth Jade Island. It seemed he kept some spirit stones and property deeds there. He said he would leave the property to me as my dowry someday."
She haltingly gave him an address, watching Qing Chen with apprehension in her eyes.
Once he had heard the location clearly, Qing Chen finally stopped tapping his fingers and nodded in satisfaction.
That tiny gesture kindled a thread of hope in Fairy Lingxiao's heart.
Enduring the agonizing pain, she looked at Qing Chen, believing she had finally swayed him.
Yet at that very moment, Qing Chen's expression changed abruptly, turning as cold as winter ice, without the slightest warmth.
Qing Chen held two fingers together like a sword, and streams of dark-red blood energy and magical power rapidly began gathering in his palm.
It was the uncanny power unique to the Brahma Demon-Refining Art, formidable and heart-quaking.
At the sight, Fairy Lingxiao's face instantly went pale, an ominous premonition piercing her like ice.
She struggled desperately, but her grievously wounded body seemed nailed in place. She could not even lift a finger!
She could only watch as the dark-red blood energy coiled around her like a venomous python.
"Young master! You..." Utterly horrified, her voice