That high-ranking cultivator of the Lanyue Sect had set his sights on Li Qingwan's physical body. It did not matter even if she lost her soul and consciousness.
Thus, from Tiger Chasing's perspective, whether Li Qingwan succeeded or failed, he would have an explanation to give the Lanyue Sect.
If she succeeded, he would protect her by claiming she had obtained the true inheritance of weapon cultivation.
If she failed, she would merely be an empty shell devoid of consciousness, of no particular use to Tiger Chasing.
Once the deadline arrived, if the Lanyue Sect wanted her, he could simply hand her over.
And in Chen Yang's view, without anyone else's help, Li Qingwan was bound to fail this time.
"Fellow Daoist Yuande, that century of insights into cultivating the Dao of yours has helped me and the Yang Family greatly."
As Chen Yang murmured inwardly, he tossed a fist-sized ball of divine power toward Li Qingwan. "Today, I'll help Li Qingwan survive this calamity. Consider it an advance repayment of a debt of gratitude I owe you."
As Yang Lingrui and Li Qingwan spoke, neither noticed Chen Yang employing his methods.
After the time it took to burn an incense stick, Yang Lingrui took his leave.
Only after he had left the courtyard did Li Qingwan return from her taut state to normal, the killing intent around her once more sweeping through the entire courtyard.
"Perhaps this is not such a bad ending either."
Sorrow filled her heart as she revealed a bitter smile.
With her soul extinguished and heart dead, it would count as a kind of release for her.
"Hm? The erosion of my sea of consciousness has stopped?"
At that moment, Li Qingwan suddenly sensed something. She hurriedly focused her mind and examined herself inwardly.
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