"There are quite a few," Feng Qishi said calmly, looking at Mu Anxiao. A smile touched his lips. "No less than fifty demon souls."
However, the number fifty clearly startled Mu Anxiao.
"Fifty of you?" Her eyes widened, her fear increasing several times over.
Feng Qishi, still looking calmly at Mu Anxiao's increasingly panicked expression, teased, "You, an immortal who has cultivated to the sixth layer of spiritual energy, should be able to handle a mere fifty demon souls, shouldn't you?"
Mu Anxiao, hearing Feng Qishi's clearly teasing tone and recalling her own earlier words, caved. "I was wrong."
"Didn't you tell me not to meddle in your affairs?"
Mu Anxiao had initially planned to use sincerity to persuade Wansha and Axi, and then take things one step at a time.
Who would have thought that fifty demon souls would suddenly appear? This number forced her to abandon her pride and follow Feng Qishi's arrangement.
"I never said that." She avoided his gaze.
Feng Qishi said, "I heard you."
Mu Anxiao gave Feng Qishi a foolish smile. "I didn't, you misheard."
"Alright, since you won't admit it, I won't say anything more." Feng Qishi turned his back.
He did this precisely to make Mu Anxiao realize her own importance and thus stop bringing up such topics. Although he knew he was being a bit bullying, he had to do it for the future.
Mu Anxiao said urgently, "I take it back."
"Let's write a written agreement," Feng Qishi said, glancing at the dilapidated temple before turning back to Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao looked up at Feng Qishi and asked dryly, "I don't have a pen or paper, how can I write it?"
"I have paper. You can use your blood to write it." Feng Qishi spoke while extending his hand, producing a piece of Xuan paper.
Mu Anxiao thought Feng Qishi was joking, but he actually followed through.
"My blood is very precious," she said, putting her hands behind her back.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao's arm and said, "Someone like you, whose mind changes in an instant, might very well chase me away again after these fifty demon souls are dealt with. For my own peace and quiet, hurry up."
Mu Anxiao lowered her head. "After this matter is resolved, I'll be your servant and do whatever you say. I won't speak to you so high-handedly anymore." "Your word."
Mu Anxiao nodded. "A gentleman's word is his bond. Though I am not a gentleman, I will do as I say." With that, she looked up at Feng Qishi with determination.
At this moment, in Mu Anxiao's eyes, survival was paramount. If she truly had to use her sincerity to influence those fifty demon souls, it would be extremely difficult for her. Therefore, to resolve the problem quickly, she had to humble her proud self and ask Feng Qishi, the only one who could genuinely help her.
Similarly, this was the outcome Feng Qishi wanted. Seeing Mu Anxiao's contrite expression, he felt a surge of satisfaction.
"Put away your fear, let's go." He said, reaching out to pat Mu Anxiao's shoulder, then stepping past her and walking ahead.
The moment Feng Qishi uttered these words, Mu Anxiao felt a significant sense of relief.
Then, Mu Anxiao agreed, "Okay." She turned and closely followed Feng Qishi.
Hearing Mu Anxiao's eager response, Feng Qishi couldn't help but smile.
Before long, they stopped in the woods not far from the dilapidated temple.