Gateway of Immortality

During this period, Qin Sang had sold several refined corpses, and had repeatedly asked to exchange them for this particular type of spiritual herb. Anyone paying attention would have guessed that the master of corpse refinement had likely suffered a backlash, which explained his desperation, so much so that he seemed willing to bankrupt himself for medicine.

For demonic cultivators of the corpse path, being devoured by their own corpse refinements was a common occurrence. It was entirely reasonable.

Precisely because of this, no one would suspect Qin Sang’s true intentions.

A single stalk of Firethorn Grass was certainly not worth a late-stage Foundation Building corpse refined into a malevolent corpse. But in the world of immortal cultivation, trades were always based on need rather than equality; true equivalents were rare.

Wen Yanjie was clearly trying to take advantage of the situation. Holding up the Firethorn Grass with a composed smile, he looked at Qin Sang with an air of confidence and certainty.

Qin Sang had already made up his mind to sell. Even if there had been no Firethorn Grass involved, Wen Yanjie was still an ideal candidate for his goals.

Suppressing his feigned anger, Qin Sang stood where he was, fists clenched, head slightly bowed. It was clear he had been tempted, but was hesitating, reluctant to part with his treasure.

Seeing this, Wen Yanjie smiled faintly and offered some gentle persuasion. "For a cultivator capable of raising so many refined corpses, Daoist, you are clearly no ordinary man. A malevolent corpse is, after all, just a tool. Compared to your own path toward the Great Dao, surely you know which matters more. As the saying goes, gold spent will return. As long as you remove the hidden danger of backlash, what kind of malevolent corpse could you not refine again? This Firethorn Grass is not something easily acquired, especially considering your current predicament..."

"Hmph! Easy for you to say. Do you really think refining malevolent corpses is that simple? Do you know how much effort I poured into it? If not for a moment’s carelessness, I—"

Qin Sang ground his teeth in frustration, glared at Wen Yanjie, then suddenly waved his hand and summoned the malevolent corpse crafted from Luo Xiao’s body. He said coldly, "Count yourself lucky for striking at my weakest spot! Give me the Firethorn Grass and this malevolent corpse is yours!"

Wen Yanjie glanced sideways at the corpse, sweeping it with his spiritual consciousness. After confirming that it was indeed more formidable than the one from earlier, a glimmer of surprise flickered in his eyes.

His skill in corpse refinement was far inferior to that of Manager Bao, so he couldn't possibly detect the flaw in the dantian.