Even after returning to her own tent, Xue Qingluan still felt a chill seep through her very bones, the fear in her heart refusing to fade for a long time.
She could not even remember how she had returned. Whenever she closed her eyes, those icy eyes that made her whole body tremble would surface in her mind.
Yang Lingrui was indeed not skilled at scheming, nor did he possess any particularly formidable means of manipulating hearts.
But the word "kill" had always been invincible.
He neither expected nor needed Xue Qingluan's loyalty or submission.
It was enough to keep her forever shrouded beneath the shadow of that fear.
After seeing off this newly acquired cultivation companion, Yang Lingrui rose and headed toward a place southwest of the main camp.
It was a plantation, filled with all kinds of vegetation unique to the Eastern Wilderness.
Plantations like this could be found at every stronghold where He Shenglai frequently stayed.
They contained not only spirit plants, but also ordinary vegetation, all species exceedingly rare or even extinct within the Tiger Chasing Realm.
Since the territorial war had begun, He Shenglai had rarely acted alongside Yang Lingrui.
He had completely withdrawn from the front lines, traveling between every mountain claimed by the He Family, gathering all manner of plants and bringing them back to the nearest rear encampment for cultivation.
The cultivators from the Eastern Wilderness's former factions whom Yang Lingrui had captured earlier had now become laborers busy in these fields.
The He Family's standards for cultivating vegetation were extremely demanding. Ordinary mortals simply could not meet them; these cultivators had to do the work.
A few days ago, He Shenglai had once again gone out in search of spirit plants, only returning to this stronghold today.
Yang Lingrui passed through