Heart deficiency? Severe injuries?
This guy is just using this as an excuse to cop a feel!
Feng Jiuge's thoughts stirred slightly, and the sapphire ring on her hand began to emit a faint blue glow once more.
"Don't direct killing intent at me. The ring contains my power. Even though it has formed a contract with you, if you harm me, it will backlash against you." Yun Aotian saw through the petty schemes of the little woman before him at a glance. Between his sharp brows and eyes was nothing but cold intent.
Feng Jiuge raised her hand and watched as the blue light on the ring vanished in an instant. Her brows arched, and she knew in her heart that this man's words were not false.
"Then how about this: I'll return the ring to you, and we'll call it even. From now on, we'll mind our own business. Even if we meet on the road, we'll be nothing more than strangers. Sound good?"
This method was a compromise. It was somewhat of a loss for her, but she could still extricate herself early. Those Purple Venerate King-level experts who came in droves—she couldn't afford to provoke them.
"That ring formed a contract with you, so it's yours now. It's useless even if I take it back." Yun Aotian lowered his head to look at Feng Jiuge, who was struggling to pull off the ring, and humphed softly. "Unless you chop your finger off, you'll never pull it out in this lifetime."
Feng Jiuge froze. This was the price she paid for being blinded by treasure.
What now? Chop off her finger and return the ring to the man standing before her?
The Jinghong in her embrace seemed to sense something and suddenly began to tremble slightly, just like its bloodthirsty manner from before.
Feng Jiuge reached out and slapped Jinghong's blade, somewhat irritated. "Shoo, shoo. You want to chop off this old lady's finger too? Do you want to be melted down and reforged?"
Threats were the most effective. Jinghong instantly behaved.
Yun Aotian tugged at the corner of his lips, revealing a trace of a nearly imperceptible smile.
He reached out and grabbed at empty air. A vermillion magical beast core appeared in his hand. Dark-red light flowed across its surface, still faintly emanating the baleful aura of its original owner.
Feng Jiuge's eyes went wide.
She had once been fortunate enough to see an eighth-rank Fanged Demonic Tiger's core at the largest auction house under Heijin. That had already been considered a top-tier core in the current age. It had been bought by the Dongqian Family for nearly ten million gold coins. The one in Yun Aotian's hand now was absolutely many times stronger than that eighth-rank core. Even from this distance, she could still sense the powerful aura lingering around it.
Seeing that Feng Jiuge kept staring at the core in his hand, Yun Aotian simply tossed it to her. "Thirteenth-rank Heavenly Demon Fire Scorpion core. To help you raise your power."
Thirteenth-rank...
"Where did you get this?" Feng Jiuge narrowed her eyes, inwardly calculating whether she should change her mind about settling the score and going their separate ways.
This man seemed to carry far too many treasures on him.
Yun Aotian replied nonchalantly, as though there was hardly anything worth being surprised about. "On the way here, it blocked my path."
A sudden gust of wind arose.
His crescent-white robes, stained with blood, drifted and danced with the wind. His ink-black long hair swirled around him like black gauze curtains.
Feng Jiuge raised her eyes to look at Yun Aotian. Her gaze was extremely clear, a pair of black eyes shining brightly, yet seemingly unfathomably deep. A string in her head was abruptly pulled taut, and her scalp tingled slightly.
Thirteenth-rank magical beasts were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. If you asked on the Linyuan Continent who had truly seen one, probably not a single person would dare step forward.
And yet this man...
Feng Jiuge suddenly broke into a captivating smile and reached out to hook her arm around the man's arm. "Great hero, are you interested in becoming my husband?"