366: Chapter 366 Collaborative Cultivation

Wanyan Lin took a deep breath, a trace of lingering fear flashing in her eyes. "They had no idea how powerful the Ten Thousand Poison Body is. My body is a natural container for ten thousand poisons; no toxin can harm me in the slightest. Furthermore, with the poisonous liquid protecting my body, their Divine Sense could not penetrate my form, let alone control my consciousness."

"During those years, they fed me countless exotic poisons, attempting to use my Physique to refine an ultimate toxin. I knew clearly that once the poison was successfully refined, I would lose all utility and would surely die."

"Discarding the tool once the job is done—it's very wise of you to see that clearly." Feng Ming nodded. "But you still couldn't confront them head-on. How exactly did you escape?"

"I escaped by feigning death," Wanyan Lin said softly. "Before he passed, my father developed a miraculous medicine. After taking it, one's Meridians and Qi and blood are sealed, making them indistinguishable from a corpse. This state can be maintained for decades or even a century. The Divine Sense also falls into silence, only able to probe a one-meter radius around the body, making it impossible for outsiders to detect. I used this medicine to fake my death and deceive those evil Cultivators."

Those evil Cultivators knew well the terror of the toxins within Wanyan Lin's body and did not dare to dispose of her 'corpse' carelessly, fearing the poison might leak and harm them. They dared not burn or refine her. Ultimately, they could only send her into a Ten Thousand Year Cold Ice vein, completely sealing her within Ten Thousand Year Cold Ice, hoping to imprison her corpse forever and prevent the poison from spreading.

Hearing this, Feng Ming understood. "Then how did you get out of the cold ice?"

"I'm not entirely sure myself." Wanyan Lin shook her head. "I only know that I was dug out of the ice vein by a group of ice harvesters. After changing hands several times and being traded by the Merchant Guild, I eventually ended up with you, Young Master."

Feng Ming immediately took out a map and examined it closely. Soon, in a mountain range five days' journey from the Imperial Capital, he found a place called the Myriad Ice Caves.

This place was a well-known ice harvesting field near the Imperial Capital, having only been discovered thirty years ago.

"So, when the evil Cultivators froze you, this place hadn't been discovered yet. For thirty years, they never came to move you. Either they forgot about you long ago, or their lair is so remote that they were certain you couldn't escape," Feng Ming analyzed in a heavy voice.

Wanyan Lin nodded, agreeing with his deduction.

However, Feng Ming changed the subject, looking troubled. "Miss, I deeply sympathize with your experience, but I am truly powerless regarding your revenge. Let alone a Ninth-Grade evil Cultivator, I am no match even for an Eighth-Grade Cultivator. You should have sought help from King Haoyue for this. Why did you come to me? And why did you break out of the ice exactly when I was preparing to enter the palace to receive my title?"

Hearing this, Wanyan Lin's face instantly turned pale, her eyes filled with terror as she shook her head repeatedly. "You must not go to King Haoyue! There are evil Cultivators by King Haoyue's side as well! If you go to him, Young Master, you will surely be noticed by the evil Cultivators and fall into grave danger!"

Feng Ming stood up abruptly, his expression changing sharply. "What did you say? There are evil Cultivators by King Haoyue's side? How can you be sure?"

Wanyan Lin said tremulously, "Back then, I secretly administered a unique poison to those evil Cultivators. This poison is harmless, but it attaches permanently to the body. As long as I am close, I can sense the presence of the toxin and thus identify my enemies."

"The day you entered the Imperial City, I sensed multiple toxin fluctuations within the city. Although the distance was too great to determine specific identities, I am certain there are evil Cultivators hiding in the Imperial City, and even people colluding with them. Young Master, please do not go to King Haoyue, I beg of you!"

By the end, Wanyan Lin was almost sobbing, her heart full of fear and despair.

Feng Ming looked at her with an incredibly grave expression and sighed helplessly. "If we don't seek King Haoyue, how can your revenge be taken? You surely don't expect me, a Mahayana Stage Cultivator, to fight those heaven-defyingly powerful evil Cultivators for you? I can't even withstand the poison on your body."

Wanyan Lin lowered her eyes and remained silent, tears rolling down, her heart full of helplessness. She was alone with no one to rely on; the only person she could trust was Feng Ming before her. But Feng Ming's strength was still too insignificant before those terrifying evil Cultivators.

The room fell into silence for a moment, with only the daylight outside the window gradually brightening, making the heavy thoughts within the room feel even more burdensome.

It wasn't that Feng Ming was unwilling to help, but the disparity in strength between the two sides was truly despairingly large.

Although justice in the world dictated that evil Cultivators should be executed by everyone, principles are principles, and life is life.

Risking one's life in a head-on clash would be truly foolish.

He was currently only at the Mahayana Realm, while those who destroyed the Poison Immortal Valley were grand Ninth-Grade evil Cultivators.

Using the Mahayana Realm to seek trouble with a Ninth-Grade evil Cultivator—what was the difference between that and actively offering one's neck to die?

Even if Wanyan Lin was peerlessly beautiful and elegantly moving, it wasn't worth throwing his life away for her. Even a simp must have limits; being a simp to the point of discarding one's life isn't devotion, it's brain-dead.

Wanyan Lin was very clever and saw through Feng Ming's concerns at a glance. She spoke quickly, her voice carrying a hint of urgency and earnestness: "Young Master Feng, you misunderstand me. I am not asking you to take revenge for me now. I only hope... that in the future, once you have sufficient strength, you will help me seek justice!"

She paused, looking at Feng Ming with a serious gaze. "Having stayed in your storage ring these past days, I have gained some understanding of you."

"You are not yet twenty years old, yet you have such cultivation and already hold the position of Commandery Governor. I can see that your future will not stop here. In the future, you will surely have the ability to avenge this blood debt for me!"

Feng Ming's brow twitched slightly as he asked calmly in return, "Why should I help you? Even if I truly can do it in the future, those evil Cultivators are no pushovers."

"Making enemies of them would bring me a hundred harms and not a single benefit."

Hearing this, Wanyan Lin bit her lower lip gently, a flash of determination crossing her pretty face. In the next instant, she actually bent her knees and knelt directly before Feng Ming. Raising her right hand with an incredibly solemn expression, she said, "As long as Young Master Feng is willing to promise to avenge Lin'er in the future, Lin'er is willing to follow you forever as a slave or maid, with no second thoughts! If I violate this oath, may gods and men be enraged, and heaven and earth not tolerate me. I can even... sign a deed of sale; in this life and the next, my life and death shall be determined by the Young Master!"

Feng Ming was also slightly stunned. If it were an ordinary Blood Oath, there would still be room for maneuver.

But once a deed of sale is signed, one truly loses control over themselves, with no path of return.

A Blood Oath is at most an act of following and loyalty, but a deed of sale means she is his person in life and his ghost in death; her entire life is tied to his single thought.

To be honest, Feng Ming did not want to agree easily, because from Wanyan Lin's description, he heard very clearly that those who destroyed the Poison Immortal Valley were not a single evil Cultivator, but a group!

A group most likely meant a power, an organization. An organization is far more difficult to deal with than a lone evil Cultivator.

If he agreed in a moment of passion today, the price to be paid in the future might be immeasurable.