Chapter 935: The Deal

Hearing Bai’s explanation, Qin Sang’s heart stirred. It seemed he was not the first cultivator to discover the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells.

That was only natural. Although the ghostly land was hidden, Seven-Kill Hall had opened countless times, with innumerable cultivators entering. Unless it was a true death trap, every corner would already have been explored.

𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Among them were no shortage of late-stage Spiritual Infant masters. They possessed treasures capable of resisting the Purple Mist’s poison, allowing them to delve into this place.

However, judging from Bai’s tone, Qin Sang should have been the first to actually pass through the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells and enter this ghostly land.

Qin Sang’s mind turned quickly as he charged into the ghostly mist, using his sword wheel to carve open a path.

His incarnation and the Two-Headed Hou flanked him like protectors. He surrounded Bai with them, speaking to distract him while carefully searching for his true body, waiting for the right moment to strike. At last, Bai’s location was locked down by the Sky-Eyed Butterfly.

Qin Sang betrayed nothing on his face and, without hesitation, directly activated the

Lightning Control Technique.

Bai’s strength had surged by commanding the ghostly mist, yet the

Lightning Control Technique

summoned the most yang and powerful lightning force, naturally suppressing ghostly creatures.

Not only could it tear apart the mist, but with Bai inside it, he would have nowhere to escape.

Casting this technique might also severely wound or even destroy the flying yaksha’s body, but Qin Sang would not hesitate. Compared to the yaksha, the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions was far more important.

Bai’s initiative to speak of a transaction did stir Qin Sang’s heart.

This figure might well have lived since ancient times. Even with a fractured memory, if he recalled something by accident, it might concern heaven-shaking secrets, something invaluable for Qin Sang’s future cultivation path. Yet Qin Sang was unwilling to trade in such a way.

Surely Bai thought the same; otherwise he could have revealed himself openly and discussed terms from the start.

Instead, finding Qin Sang stronger than expected and unable to suppress him even with ghostly mist and resentful spirits, Bai had no choice but to propose a so-called mutually beneficial trade.

But Qin Sang cared far more for the Eighteen Demon Banners. Between a vague promise of a bargain and a tangible top-grade astra, he would always choose the latter.

Crackle!

The

Lightning Control Technique

was about to complete. Arcs of lightning coiled over Qin Sang’s body, sizzling in the air.

The ghostly mist and the spirits surrounding him shrieked as if meeting their nemesis and scrambled back in terror.

"What secret technique is this?" Bai sensed something was wrong, his vigilance rising as he cried out in shock.

Qin Sang only sneered coldly, wordless, his fingers forming seal after seal as he urged the technique with speed.

The power of the

Lightning Control Technique

began to show. Qin Sang’s figure was bathed in flashing light, lightning flowing around him, endless lightning force flooding into his fingertips.

And where his fingers pointed was precisely Bai’s hiding place. Qin Sang had once faced heavenly lightning in a storm to forge this technique.

Now, however, what he commanded was different from true heavenly lightning. Its might could not compare, and infused with stellar malevolence, it bore a faint shadowy gloom, lacking heavenly lightning's pure brilliance.

Even so, the

Lightning Control Technique

unleashed by Qin Sang was not something a Core Formation cultivator could resist.

Wooo...

The resentful spirits within the ghostly mist sensed danger and grew restless.

For the first time, Bai’s eyes lost their calm. He had believed he could at least fight Qin Sang to a standstill and thus remained fearless.

Only now did he realize Qin Sang possessed the means to defeat, even to kill him.

Bai’s expression changed drastically. He raced through the mist in panic, trying to confuse Qin Sang’s judgment.

But he had already been locked on, fully exposed under the supernatural gaze of the Sky-Eyed Butterfly. All efforts were doomed to fail.

"Stop! I admit defeat!" Bai screamed.

Qin Sang ignored him, his seals shifting without pause. From the depths of the ghostly ground came peals of rolling thunder.

With phoenix wings spread, Qin Sang hovered in mid-air, robes snapping in the storm. His gaze was sharp and unyielding. Controlling the lightning, he exuded the aura of one who would sweep away ghosts and demons, clearing the heavens.

Of course, his strength was not so great yet. At best, he could annihilate Bai and some of the spirits nearby.

The lightning locked onto Bai, who felt impending doom looming. Panic finally set in. He shouted desperately, "If you dare kill me, you will not survive either! Beyond the devilish flames lurks your great enemy, watching! Step outside and you will find only death!"

Qin Sang did not believe his words. The only ones he truly feared were Spiritual Infant grandmasters.

He knew he was cautious. Though he had offended two such grandmasters, he had left no evidence behind. After hiding for decades, how could they possibly have tracked him here? Thus Qin Sang remained unmoved, his technique nearing completion.

"You have a probing technique, do you not? See for yourself! Right now someone is waiting beyond the flames. And it is a Spiritual Infant cultivator! Only I can help you escape and survive this calamity!"

Bai cursed himself for not knowing how to talk. Seeing Qin Sang’s stubbornness, he nearly ground the flying yaksha’s teeth to powder, his voice rising shrill.

At these words, Qin Sang’s eyes flickered. His seals faltered for a moment, suspicion clouding his mind. Bai’s tone did not sound false. Could there truly be a powerful enemy watching from outside?

The gorge was the only entrance to the ghostly land. It was strategically structured. If what Bai said was true, and a Spiritual Infant grandmaster was guarding the gorge, then even with wings, Qin Sang would not escape.

I have hidden himself with utmost care, leaving no trace. Outsiders cannot possibly know of my intent toward the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells. Who can be lying in wait outside?

Seeing Qin Sang’s momentum ease, Bai finally let out a breath, fearful he might change his mind. He hurriedly swore an oath. "The ghostly land is only this big. Even if I deceived you for a moment, could I deceive you for a lifetime? Where else could I escape to? If there is a single false word, I am willing to surrender myself to be killed!"

Qin Sang narrowed his eyes, staring into the depths of the mist for a long time before saying coolly, "Disperse the mist first. I will spare your life for now."

Bai hesitated briefly, then agreed. With a loud boom, the ghostly mist scattered. Resentful spirits regained their freedom, throwing the place into chaos once again.

Now Bai stood alone before Qin Sang, meeting his gaze calmly.

Qin Sang fixed his eyes on Bai’s pupils for a long while. Then, with a slight shake of his arm, the lightning encircling his body slowly faded, lightning power retreating back within.

Seeing this, Bai finally set down the weight on his heart. "The deal I mentioned earlier is exactly this... It seems only when you see it with your own eyes will you believe me. That man is right now blocking the way beyond the devilish flames. I will command the mist to conceal our auras. You can see for yourself."

Bai behaved with tact, making no suspicious move. He took the initiative to fly toward the entrance of the ghostly land.

Qin Sang pondered briefly, then followed close behind, all the while readying the

Lightning Control Technique

, prepared to strike down Bai at the first sign of treachery.

Before long, the two arrived before the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells. At Bai’s signal, he summoned a wisp of ghostly mist to coil around Qin Sang, masking his form and aura.

Qin Sang crept forward, pressing close to the stone wall, and commanded the Sky-Eyed Butterfly to peer outside. There was no one.