83: Chapter 83 Refining Pills? What kind of reward is that!

"Pop!" The sound of clothing buttons snapping was exceptionally crisp beneath the deathly silent cliff.

Her tight black clothing instantly burst open, exposing breathtaking snowy white skin to the icy air.

Captain Zhang Yan trembled violently all over, her limbs pinned tightly to the tree trunk by flying daggers. Intense pain and extreme terror completely shattered all her psychological defenses.

"Don't... don't kill me!"

Snot and tears mixed together on Captain Zhang Yan's face, her once exquisite and bewitching features twisted beyond recognition as she wailed hoarsely:

"Qin Feng, Brother Qin, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

"As long as you spare my life, I will do anything! I'll do whatever you want me to do!"

Qin Feng turned his wrist slightly, the cold blade of the dagger tapping gently against her heaving collarbone, his deep eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

"You'll do anything?"

Qin Feng sneered, his tone as cold as falling ice shards: "What a pity, I have absolutely no interest in such trash."

Hearing these words, which sounded like a death sentence, Captain Zhang Yan panicked completely.

Ignoring the excruciating pain of her torn limbs, she shook her head frantically and begged shrilly at the top of her lungs:

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, you can't think like that!"

"Yanzi will be your dog; it's not like you have to marry me and bring me home..."

In order to survive, this once high and mighty, arrogant Captain of the Fifth Squad now trampled even the last shred of her human dignity underfoot.

She endured the pain, forcing out a seductive smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "I will definitely be obedient. From now on, I'll bark for you every day... whoever you tell me to bite, I'll bite!"

"As long as you spare my lowly life, the resources of the Fifth Squad, all my savings, and even my own body, will all belong exclusively to you."

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, and the flying dagger in his hand paused slightly.

Killing Captain Zhang Yan was easy, but the resources of the Fifth Squad behind this woman were indeed a fat piece of meat.

Just as he was quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind—

"Ding!"

A crisp and mechanical System notification sound exploded in his mind without warning!

[Suitable target for assistance detected — Captain Zhang Yan.]

[System mission issued: Help the target alleviate their pain.]

[Mission reward: Second-tier Medicinal Pill — refinement pill!]

The moment he heard these three words, Qin Feng's fingers holding the flying dagger stiffened abruptly, and he stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning!

refinement pill?!

These three words were like a heavy bomb, setting off raging waves in his mind.

Although he was just a bottom-tier Menial Laborer who had experienced Transmigration into the Hehuan Sect, licking blood off the tip of a blade every day, his mind held memories regarding the true core of this world.

The Hehuan Sect is a cultivation Sect.

The Sect cultivates the supreme Dao, seeking the path to the heavens through the convergence of Yin and Yang, and the pursuit of longevity and Immortal Ascension.

In this vast world, Mortal Stage 9 might be considered an invincible expert in the eyes of secular Martial Artists, but in the eyes of true cultivators, they don't even count as slightly stronger ants!

Above Mortal Stage 9 is the true beginning of cultivation, surpassing mortal flesh and seizing the fortune of heaven and earth!

The Realm barriers are strict, divided into: 9 Levels of Refinement, and above that are Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, Body Integration, Undergoing Tribulation, and Mahayana. Each Realm is further divided into Early, Middle, Late Stage, and Peak.

Once one steps into the Refinement stage, their Lifespan increases greatly, and they possess immortal means to move mountains and drain seas, or summon wind and rain.

That is the absolute chasm between mortals and immortals!

And now, a 'refinement pill' capable of allowing him to cross that chasm and directly knock open the door to cultivation was just sitting there, plain as day, as a mission reward?!

"Hoo—" Qin Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the ecstasy boiling like molten lava in his heart.

When his deep black eyes looked again at Captain Zhang Yan, who was pinned to the tree, the killing intent in his eyes had quietly receded, replaced by an unfathomable playfulness.

"Help the target alleviate their pain, right? Interesting."

Qin Feng silently recited in his heart: "Accept mission."

Immediately, he flicked his wrist sharply.

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Four cold glints flashed in succession, and the steel flying daggers pinned to Captain Zhang Yan's limbs were instantly pulled out, landing precisely in his palm.

"Ah—!" Losing the support of the flying daggers, Captain Zhang Yan screamed, her body sliding down from the tree trunk like a pile of mud, falling heavily into the blood-stained soil.

She looked up in terror, only to see that Qin Feng had not only withdrawn his killing intent but had instead taken out an exquisite porcelain bottle from his bosom.

"Since you are so sincere about wanting to be my dog..."

Qin Feng looked down at her from above, uncorked the porcelain bottle, squatted down, and poured the precious gold sore medicinal powder little by little onto Captain Zhang Yan's deep, bone-visible wounds.

His tone became surprisingly gentle as he said: "Then I will give you a chance to prove yourself. Bear with it; it won't look good if the wounds get infected."

The moment the medicinal powder touched the wounds, it brought a wave of coolness, and that heart-wrenching, agonizing pain actually miraculously eased significantly.

Captain Zhang Yan stared blankly at the man who was bowing his head to bandage her wounds, her brain short-circuiting for a moment.

'He... he actually really let me go?!'

'Heh, so much for being cold and ruthless, or having the true nature of an ambitious hero; in the end, he's still just a fool who can't get past a beautiful woman!'

The huge contrast caused a surge of ecstasy in Captain Zhang Yan's heart at having survived, while at the same time, a trace of extreme malice and cunning flashed deep in her eyes.

On the surface, she feigned an expression of being moved to tears.

"Wuwu... thank you, Master, thank you for your grace in not killing me!"

Captain Zhang Yan didn't care about the mud and filth on her body; she threw herself desperately into Qin Feng's arms, pressing her proud assets tightly against his chest.

"Master... from now on, Yanzi will be your most loyal dog..."

Her breath was like orchids, her voice coquettish and bone-melting, as if it could make a person's bones go soft: "Master, you fought so hard just now; let this servant... properly help you calm your Qi and blood..."

"Oh? You still have the energy for this?"

Qin Feng let her snuggle in his arms, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile that was not quite a smile, and he even reached out to lift her chin, his fingertips gently rubbing against her luscious red lips.

"For Master... this servant has all the energy in the world..."

Captain Zhang Yan's eyes darted around, using every ounce of her charm.

Deep in the Luanzang Mountain Range, where the smell of blood filled the air, beside a pile of corpses, the two were unexpectedly like dry wood meeting fire...

'Now is the time!'

Just at the moment when Captain Zhang Yan thought Qin Feng had completely sunk into the gentle trap and his defenses had dropped to their lowest...

Her originally misty eyes suddenly opened wide, shooting out a cold, viper-like killing intent!

"Go to hell, you little beast!"

From the sleeve of her right hand, a jet-black dagger coated with deadly poison slid out without warning.

Her wrist flipped, and with an extremely tricky and vicious angle, carrying the determination to kill, she stabbed fiercely toward Qin Feng's left chest, aiming for his heart!

This strike was fast and ruthless! The distance was inches away, and a Mortal Stage 9 Martial Artist absolutely could not avoid it!

A triumphant, savage grin had already spread across Captain Zhang Yan's lips.

However—

"Snap!" A crisp sound of bone colliding suddenly rang out!

Captain Zhang Yan's savage grin instantly froze on her face!

The poisoned dagger stopped dead, just half an inch away from Qin Feng's heart.

An iron hand, as if forged from fine steel, had, who knows when, already clamped tightly onto her wrist!

The force was so great that it felt as if it would crush her wrist bone directly!