By this point, Qing Chen's chest was already burning like fire.
Yet he still kept his emotions under control, putting on a slightly contemplative expression and following the Third Elder Blood Fiend's lead, not daring to ask for too much.
He was no fool who could not read the room. He weighed perfectly clearly in his heart what he could ask for and what he could not.
If he thoroughly offended a supreme Blood Path expert, who knew what the man might do?
The safest request now was not to open his mouth like a lion demanding an outrageous sum, but precisely to take only what he lacked most and what was most reasonable.
So he raised his head, his voice steady. "Third Elder, the matter of the remnant soul in the Jade Pendant was merely a fortunate coincidence. I would never dare claim credit. It was entirely thanks to an eminent senior who prepared the Jade Pendant beforehand that a wisp of your younger sister's Primordial Spirit remnant soul could be protected. Otherwise, even if I had grown three heads and six arms, I could have done nothing."
He thought for a moment, then continued, "Since you have graciously offered, Senior, I ask for little."
"First, the complete Brahma Demon-Refining Art."
"Second, those hundred-odd Crystal Mo Tribe cores."
"If you would grant me these, Third Elder, I would be endlessly grateful."
Once Qing Chen finished, Blood Fiend laughed.
The laughter drifted from deep within the blood mist, carrying a hint of amusement. "Just that? You're a rather interesting junior."
Qing Chen was thoroughly well-behaved now, replying respectfully, "My cultivation is shallow and my foundations are not yet firm. How could I dare entertain greedy thoughts? Obtaining these two things alone would be an immense blessing. Your mastery reaches the