Wanggu Forest.
The Yellow-Robed Little Daoist Child was still all smiles. "Well? Brother Liang, have you succeeded?"
Liang Feng nodded and opened the little box in his robes.
The "Spirit Pearl" lay quietly inside.
"Good, good, good. Brother Liang, let me take a look."
Yet Liang Feng fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking. "Once A Qing has been rescued, I will naturally give it to you."
The smile slowly vanished from the Yellow-Robed Little Daoist Child's face.
Bang!
Spiritual power abruptly erupted.
Liang Feng was hurled backward and stumbled to the ground.
A ragged, bloody hole gaped in his right shoulder, and the blood gushing from it stained his robes red.
Liang Feng gave a muffled groan and stared fixedly at the yellow-robed figure.
"Liang Feng, aren't you..."
"Taking yourself far too seriously?"
A pair of narrow eyes finally opened a little wider.
Qi and Blood surged as the Yellow-Robed Little Daoist Child reached out and made a grasping motion toward Liang Feng.
An enormous invisible hand immediately seized the little box and sent it flying toward him.
With withered fingers pinching the wooden box, his formerly honest-looking face twisted into an eerie grin under the moonlight.
"Hee..."
"Did you think I would really help you save that living corpse?"
Liang Feng's face turned ashen.
It seemed he had anticipated this long ago, and now his last shred of hope had been utterly extinguished.
"If I truly used this Moon-Bearing Lotus Seed to save her, wouldn't I lose a wisp of vitality for nothing..."
"What a waste..."
Unexpectedly, Liang Feng's expression actually returned to normal.
Without a word, he began circulating the spiritual power within him in an extremely bizarre fashion.
With no will to live left in his heart, he intended to detonate himself on the spot.