Chapter 612 - 437: Ten Directions Absolute Spirit Array
It turns out that the Divine Maiden, mentioned by Xuan Yuezi and Xiang Xiangzi, is the woman trapped in the birdcage. Thinking back to the recent upheaval in the Heavenly Dao Sect, where many disciples went missing and even the Divine Maiden disappeared, it now seems she too fell to the Tianyi Sect. If it weren’t for Li Yi’s intervention, the Heavenly Dao Sect would have already been utterly destroyed with not even a sliver of a chance to rise again.
"Taiyi, we must rescue the Divine Maiden. She holds the inheritance artifact of the Heavenly Dao Sect—the Heavenly Dao Map. If she falls into the hands of the Tianyi Sect, the consequences would be unimaginable. If we truly can’t rescue her, then I ask Taiyi to kill the Divine Maiden to prevent future disgrace," Xiang Xiangzi conveyed via mana transmission.
"If I can’t rescue her, kill her? I’ll try my best," Li Yi replied casually.
Tian Jizi spoke at this moment: "Taiyi, how about you trade my junior from the Tao Court for your Heavenly Dao Sect’s Divine Maiden Yun Feizi? In the end, you’re the one profiting from this deal. Yun Feizi carries the inheritance of an entire sect—bringing her back could ensure your Heavenly Dao Sect survives and may even seize the chance to rise again."
"What about the other disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect?" Li Yi asked.
Tian Jizi responded: "One life for one life, Taiyi. The bargaining chips in your hands are insufficient—this is the most I’m willing to exchange. If you dare to kill my junior, I wouldn’t hesitate to send your Heavenly Dao Sect’s Divine Maiden to the Yellow Springs to accompany him."
Li Yi’s gaze shifted subtly. He knew perfectly well that if he lost his leverage, the other side would undoubtedly strike mercilessly, leaving no room for negotiation. However, seeing this situation, resolving this matter through negotiation also seemed improbable. The opponent reckoned they held the advantage and refused to give up such a favorable position due to mere words.
Indeed, a fight seemed inevitable.
But it made sense—cultivators ultimately spoke through strength. Without matching strength, no words carried weight.