The Soul Seal is not a simple matter; Lin Bufan’s Soul Seal has always been in Zheng Fa’s hands, which naturally earns him a measure of trust from Zheng Fa.
Surprisingly determined, this monster race Divinity Transformation?
Zheng Fa frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Alright."
The female cultivator from the demon race expressed her gratitude without approaching. The jade ring in her hand slowly floated into the air and drifted towards Zheng Fa.
The ring originally flew slowly, but just as it was about a zhang away from Zheng Fa, it suddenly quivered, expanded rapidly, and turned into a rope made of seaweed, attempting to bind Zheng Fa.
Zheng Fa was already on guard, intending to retreat, but the demon race female cultivator gave him a charming smile.
Her skin glowed as if light radiated from within, delicate enough to seem breakable, like white jade.
Under that already barely concealed skirt seemed to be a black hole that ceaselessly drew in Zheng Fa’s spirit.
The Charming Skill, inherited from the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor, was already mysterious. This female cultivator, also of Divinity Transformation cultivation, was casting it right in his face.
She was confident in her heart; not to mention that the Sect Master of Jiushan Sect was just a Golden Core, even if a Divinity Transformation cultivator came, they would be confused for three to five breaths!
One breath’s time was enough to capture him!
Thinking of this, her coy smile almost turned into a triumphant laugh. She glanced at Jiao Long, God Transformation, only to see not triumph but fear on his face.
Turning her head, she saw a rainbow light fly far away. As it flashed by, Zheng Fa’s figure stood in the air, not to mention the rope reaching him, she could barely make out his face...
The thought had barely formed when the Sun and Moon Clock descended with a loud boom, pressing down upon her.
Jiao Long, God Transformation stepped forward, but a green afterimage flashed in the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw Sister Zhang tapping her Quiet Bamboo gently in her palm, pondering where to strike him.
He reached out and rubbed his knee, as if suggesting that he had just been standing too long, and his leg had gotten numb.
"How did you not fall for my Charming Skill!"
The most perplexing thing to the Demon Race female cultivator was this; otherwise, even if Zheng Fa ran fast, he wouldn’t have had time to react.
Seeing that the female cultivator was heavily suppressed by the Sun and Moon Clock, Zheng Fa slowly descended, listening to her question, and inwardly responded — of course, it was because of the Yin Yang Jade Pendant in his Sea of Consciousness.
He never trusted this female cultivator from the start. His contemplation earlier was actually a focus of his spirit in his Sea of Consciousness, relying on the protection of the Yin Yang Jade Pendant, guarding against accidents.
But he couldn’t say that aloud.
Not responding, the demoness asked again, looking extremely reluctant to accept the situation.
In the spirit of treating prisoners well and allowing demons to die with understanding, Zheng Fa thought for a moment, then said:
"I have a good memory."
The demoness was even more puzzled by this answer.
"You looked... too ugly before," Zheng Fa said sincerely, as if it was genuinely the reason, "I couldn’t forget it, and so your Charming Skill was broken."
The demoness fell silent; she looked towards Sister Zhang, her eyes somewhat pleading, unsure if she sought mercy or a quick end...
It didn’t seem like Zheng Fa’s answer felt very humane to her.
Sister Zhang shook the Qingjing Bamboo, and specks of golden green light sprinkled down on the demoness. With a scream, the female cultivator fell silent moments later.
Jiao Long, God Transformation, shuddered, not daring to speak.
Although Sister Zhang’s face was pale as snow, appearing to have exhausted a lot, he was hesitant. With a comrade dead, he had even less desire to fight now.
Sister Zhang said coldly.
Jiao Long, God Transformation’s face struggled. After all, he was of Divinity Transformation, with the noble bloodline of a Flood Dragon — there was always some reluctance.
At this moment, Blood River Ancestor spoke, "Surrender, your temperament won’t fare badly in Jiushan Realm."
Jiao Long, God Transformation was startled, turning to look at Blood River Ancestor. He saw sincerity on his face, as if he truly believed that surrender was the better option for him.
Already wavering, with Blood River Ancestor’s words, he gritted his teeth and truly offered his Soul Seal.
Not daring to risk any mischief, he simply placed the Soul Seal on the ground and bowed his head, saying, "Jiao Wuji, willing to surrender!"
With a previous example in mind, Zheng Fa was not hasty to pick up the Soul Seal. Instead, he cast a five-colored divine light and, after a moment, nodded, accepting the Soul Seal ring into his hand.
Jiao Wuji let out a slight sigh of relief, uncertain whether he felt relief or loss, but Zheng Fa paid no mind to his feelings, reaching into his Storage Bag and pulling out a stack of thick contracts.
With the Jiushan Realm getting messier with an increasing number of people, Zheng Fa became more cautious. Jiao Wuji, having been forced to surrender and being strong, needed not only to be bound by a Soul Seal but also to sign many contracts to prevent any treacherous thoughts.
Even from the beginning, Zheng Fa would not let him access many secrets, unless he were like Blood River Ancestor —
Without saying a word, the deed was done.
If the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor revived, this man would probably panic more than himself, else why would he be tearing down the walls of the Great Freedom Demon Sect both openly and secretly...
As Jiao Wuji flipped through the contracts, his expression became increasingly stiff, until he saw an "Empress Moth Breeding Agreement" and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Aphrodisiac?"
"I, a Divinity Transformation cultivator, to induce aphrodisiac in those insects?"
"What are you yelling for?" scolded Blood River Ancestor, "What’s wrong, you look down on me?"
"You..." Jiao Wuji pointed at the contract, glaring at Blood River Ancestor, "Is this what you meant by saying that I would live well in the Jiushan Realm after I surrendered?"
"Those who care about face, of course, live poorly, they can commit suicide," said Blood River Ancestor coolly. His sword hummed softly, as if in disdain. He looked at Jiao Wuji and asked, "But you, do you care about face? Oh no, are you a ’demon’?"