345: Only today, as your wife, have I been willing to part with this precious elixir!

This abrupt address and question left everyone stunned!

Madam? He actually addressed Moyang Sect's Hall Master of Dharma Transmission like that?

Mo Qingxuan's mind was entirely focused on that jade bottle at the moment,

and being called "Madam" made her subconsciously look up, meeting Yao Delong's deep gaze.

Although her mind was in a mess, her poise as a Void Refining Great Expert remained.

Suppressing her churning emotions, her voice carried a hint of imperceptible hoarseness and urgency:

"I have long heard of the name of Yao Delong from the Yin Yang Sect, a genius of the Dao of Alchemy who is unsurpassed among his peers.

I am fortunate to meet you tonight; your reputation is indeed well-deserved."

Her words seemed polite, but her gaze, fixed on the jade bottle, exposed her complete longing.

The meaningful curve at the corner of Yao Delong's mouth deepened.

He gently shook the jade bottle in his hand, and that refreshing pill fragrance seemed to grow a few degrees stronger:

"Madam should know the miraculous effect of this pill in nurturing and stabilizing the Soul.

However, this pill is precious; unless it is for someone most close or important, this Disciple would never easily show it to others."

He paused, his gaze falling upon Mo Qingxuan's exquisite face like something tangible,

his voice lowering a bit, yet carrying an unquestionable penetration:

"Today, for Madam's sake, I am willing to bring out this precious pill to save Xiao Chen's life!"

The hint in these words and that burning gaze made Mo Qingxuan's heart skip a beat!

A sense of unspeakable humiliation instantly surged into her heart! This kid... he actually dares!

She, the dignified Hall Master of Dharma Transmission of the Moyang Sect and a Void Refinement Mid-stage Great Expert,

had never been addressed so flippantly as "Madam," with words that carried such naked... possessive intent?

This was simply more embarrassing for her than direct extortion!

But... Chen'er!

Thinking of her son's miserable state, which was worse than death, and thinking that this might be the only hope... Mo Qingxuan bit her lower lip so hard she almost drew blood.

The color drained from her exquisite face, leaving only paleness and struggle.

Ultimately, her love for her son outweighed all humiliation.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her churning anger and shame, and spoke to Yao Delong,

her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible trembling as she spoke with difficulty:

"If... if the Great Master can truly use this pill to save my Chen'er... Mo Qingxuan... will be truly grateful to the Great Master for the grace of rebirth!"

The words "grace of rebirth" were spoken very heavily, each word seemingly carrying blood and tears.

This was not just gratitude, but a forced, humiliating promise and submission under immense pressure!

Boom!

There was dead silence in the hall!

Everyone was stunned by this dialogue filled with drama, hostility, and ambiguous tension!

The people of the Yin Yang Sect thought: Holy cow! Martial Nephew Yao (Delong)'s move... is brilliant!

Not only is he extorting them, but he's also... flirting with the other party's Void Refining Great Expert? This kid is too bold!

But... well done!

Seeing Mo Qingxuan's aggrieved look as she was forced to bow her head was simply exhilarating!

The people of the Moyang Sect: Han Yingxing was trembling with rage, his face ashen! This is too much!

This kid actually dared to humiliate their Moyang Sect's Hall Master of Dharma Transmission like this!

Liang Wufeng and the others also glared with fury, wishing they could immediately step forward and tear Yao Delong apart!

But White Cloud Master's faint Body Integration pressure enveloped the field, leaving them unable to move!

Yao Delong seemed very satisfied with Mo Qingxuan's humiliating response.

The smile on his face vanished, instantly becoming cold and forceful.

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a piercing chill, pulling the topic back on track:

"Hall Master Mo overstates it; I don't deserve the 'grace of rebirth.'

Madam should have an idea of how much this pill is worth! You want it? Fine!"

"Trade something for it!"

Yao Delong's voice was like a cold blade, cutting through the frozen air in the hall.

Every word clearly struck Mo Qingxuan's heart:

"First!" He held up one finger, his gaze sharp.

"I want ten stalks of the seven-leaf soul nurturing grass, the main ingredient for refining the Grade Six Peak-Grade Medicinal Pill—the 'Soul Transformation Stage Pill'! They must be at least five hundred years old!"

seven-leaf soul nurturing grass! It was also a precious Spirit Medicine for nourishing the Divine Soul and assisting in breaking through the Soul Transformation Stage Bottleneck.

Those of five hundred years were even more valuable! Ten stalks! This was enough to make an ordinary Sect feel the pain!

Mo Qingxuan's eyes flickered. Although this condition was harsh, it was not unbearable for her.

As long as she could save her son, what were ten Spiritual Plants?

"Second!" Yao Delong held up a second finger, his gaze sweeping over Mo Qingxuan's luxurious palace dress,

finally landing on a warm jade pendant at her waist, but then he looked away.

"I want a high-grade heavenly artifact level defensive treasure armor! Preferably of the fire attribute to match my own Cultivation Technique!"

A high-grade heavenly artifact treasure armor! This was already a top-tier defensive Magic Treasure that even Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators might not possess!

Its value far exceeded that of ordinary offensive Heaven-Grade Weapons!

The fire attribute further matched the Nine Yang Heaven Burning Art that Yao Delong practiced, which could greatly enhance his survival capabilities!

Mo Qingxuan's brow furrowed. Although she had protective treasures on her,

most were for Divine Soul defense or of an auxiliary type; she didn't have a top-tier physical defensive treasure armor.

She subconsciously looked at Han Yingxing beside her.

"Third!"

Yao Delong's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.

His gaze, like a sharp sword, pierced directly into the depths of Mo Qingxuan's Soul.

"I want you, Mo Qingxuan, to swear a blood oath using your own Dao Heart and the Moyang Sect's Luck!

The matter of the Burial God Abyss ends today!

No one in the Moyang Sect, from top to bottom, may use this as an excuse to seek trouble or retaliate against the Yin Yang Sect or me, Yao Delong, in the slightest!

If this oath is violated, your dao foundation will crumble, and you shall never be reborn!

The Moyang Sect's Luck will decline, and the Sect will be overthrown!"

A blood oath! Using the Dao Heart and the Sect's Luck as a guide!

This was the most vicious and binding oath!

Once sworn, if the Moyang Sect dared to retaliate because of this matter, they would surely suffer the backlash of the Heavenly Dao, and the price would be unimaginably heavy!

Mo Qingxuan's heart sank. Although the first two conditions were painful, they were acceptable.

This third condition, however, was to bind her and the entire Moyang Sect with shackles!

As the esteemed Hall Master of Dharma Transmission, she knew well the terror of such an oath. But... her son's life... She looked at the jade bottle in Yao Delong's hand that gave off an alluring pill fragrance,

feeling the strong attraction of that Medicinal Pill to a shattered Divine Soul, and then thinking of her son lying in the ice coffin in a state worse than death... immense pain and struggle churned in her eyes.

'As long as it can save Chen'er... what does it matter if I swear?' a voice screamed frantically in her heart.

'As long as Chen'er wakes up, I will just restrain him more and have him no longer provoke this baleful star!

The Moyang Sect's Luck... surely won't really decline because of the oath of a single person like me!'

Humiliation, resentment, and anger intertwined, but ultimately, the desire to save her son outweighed everything!

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed her churning emotions, and was about to agree—

"Delong."

A gentle voice carrying a hint of a helpless sigh rang out, breaking the brief silence.

Everyone looked toward the source of the voice and saw the previously silent Dan Chenzi slowly standing up.

Stroking his snow-white beard, a smile of "a child worth teaching" approval on his face, he looked at Yao Delong with a "kind" gaze.