In the tense atmosphere, Yu Yongsi, kneeling on the ground, could feel that everyone in the tent was focused on him, most of them with a chilling gaze, waiting for Qian Yuelong's attitude to decide whether he lived or died.

But having already made the decision to break the ice, Yu Yongsi was certainly aware of the consequences.

Qian Yuelong stared at Yu Yongsi kneeling on the ground, and suddenly laughed:

"You are a smart person."

"How can you be sure that after you've seen me, I'll take you in instead of killing you to silence you?"

Yu Yongsi remained crouched, not moving an inch, and calmly replied, "They say opportunity comes with danger. If death awaits Yongsi, then it can only be said that this is Yongsi's fate. If I succeed, I will have a chance to turn things around."

“Yongsi has nothing left to lose. I have no wife or children. Apart from a father with whom I am inseparable by blood and a bunch of cold-blooded relatives, even my friends are mostly superficial. I have no other close friends. I can say that I am all alone.”

"If Miss is willing to accept Yongsi, Yongsi hereby swears that in the future, if the superficial friendly relationship between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Spirit Hall breaks down, Yongsi will definitely stand on Miss's side and provide Miss with greater service!"

After saying that, Yu Yongsi quietly waited for the verdict.

Fang Yi and Yun Yi looked at Qian Yuelong for instructions. From a purely rational perspective, they felt that this person was usable.

Qian Yuelong pondered.

She recalled the later part of the original storyline, where the Spirit Hall attacked two of the three upper sects, directly annihilating the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's headquarters, leaving only a few dozen sect disciples.

If things were to break ties with the two great empires in the future, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which sided with the Heaven Dou Empire, would inevitably have to make a move.

While Qian Yuelong was pondering, 886 silently projected a detailed list of faith points to her, encouraging her: "I think this person is trustworthy. Look, he's contributed almost 50 faith points to you all by himself! He's definitely swayed by your power and will surely become a reliable 'leek' (a term for easily exploited individuals) in the future! Accept him! Accept him!"

To submit to her power?

Qian Yuelong paused, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the void.

The real reason is probably that they guessed her identity was not simple.

Looking down at Yu Yongsi, who had surrendered, and glancing at the faith points provided to the people at different times, she suddenly asked a question that no one had expected:

"How old are you this year?"

ah?

Yu Yongsi was stunned for a moment, and Fang Yi and the others were also taken aback.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Yu Yongsi said with a hint of bitterness, "I am forty-two years old this year."

Reaching the Soul Master level at the age of 42 is considered quite ordinary talent on the continent.

Upon hearing this, Qian Yuelong nodded and murmured, "Not bad." She then had Yu Yongsi straighten up and extend his left hand.

Seeing Qian Yuelong's posture as if she were taking Yu Yongsi's pulse, while she was actually subtly channeling her spiritual energy into Yu Yongsi's meridians, 886 felt a bad premonition: [Host, what are you going to do?]

Qian Yuelong didn't return; she focused on checking Yu Yongsi's meridians.

Upon sensing the influx of unfamiliar power, Yu Yongsi froze for a moment, but still did not resist, allowing the power to surge through his limbs and meridians.

"That's fine."

Qian Yuelong released her hand, and Yu Yongsi also lowered his hand, his gaze almost level with Qian Yuelong's as he knelt down.

She glanced at the others in the tent and said calmly, "I can accept you. However, what I want is for you to be loyal to me. Can you do that?"

Upon hearing this, the others in the tent paused, all instinctively covering their ears, lowering their heads so they didn't even dare to look at the lip movements, pretending they didn't exist.

Yu Yongsi's eyes lit up, and he bowed to Qian Yuelong again earnestly: "Yongsi is willing to pledge allegiance to Miss!"

Qian Yuelong nodded, and with a flick of her hand in mid-air, an invisible spiritual force lifted Yu Yongsi:

"I will help you find suitable spirit beasts for your future spirit rings, and I can also provide you with cultivation resources, but ultimately you still have to rely on your own efforts."

Yu Yongsi nodded solemnly: "Yongsi will definitely cultivate diligently and will never disgrace Miss!"

“Since we’re on the same side now, let me tell you some information about me.” Qian Yuelong gestured for Yu Yongsi to sit down, then slightly raised her chin and said, “My name is Qian Yuelong, and I am the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. This information is top secret and must not be revealed to outsiders. If it is leaked, you will be hunted down by the entire Spirit Hall. For now, before my identity is publicly announced, you can still address me as ‘Miss’ like everyone else.”

She's actually the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall!

Overwhelmed with excitement, Yu Yongsi lowered his head respectfully, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Yes, Miss Yuelong."

When the others saw that Yu Yongsi had sat down again, they knew that he had caught Qian Yuelong's eye, so they lifted their hearing blockade and continued grilling meat skewers.

The atmosphere inside the tent eased considerably because everyone was one of their own.

Qian Yuelong took the grilled meat skewers from Yun Yi's hand, carefully blew on them, and said, "There's one more thing I'm quite curious about. Why are you so sure that I come from the Spirit Hall, and not from other major sects or the royal family of an empire?"

Yu Yongsi let out a soft breath and replied, "That's because, although my status is awkward within the sect, in order not to offend anyone, I have memorized the information of the top talents of the seven major sects and the powerful figures from all sides, but none of them match your appearance, Miss."

"There are countless Soul Masters within the Seven Great Sects, but they all share one characteristic: the arrogance of a major sect. When they go out hunting for Soul Rings with juniors, it's always done in a grand and ostentatious manner. To be so low-key and still have an Eighth-Ring Soul Douluo-level Soul Master protecting them, I can't think of any other source besides the Spirit Hall, which has countless Soul Masters."

Upon hearing this, Qian Yuelong exclaimed, "Good heavens, so this is where we slipped up!"

Got it. Next time, please don't wear black clothes and a mask.

Rather than sneaking around, why not just swagger around openly?

No wonder that in the original storyline, when the Spirit Hall gathered countless experts above the Soul Master level to besiege the protagonist group in the Death Canyon, everyone knew who was behind it.

These days, it seems like only the low-key people are the ones who get into trouble.

Feeling a little melancholy, Qian Yuelong took a bite of a meat skewer, and her heart was healed.

Mmm, it's delicious.

After a night of storm, the faint chirping of birds in the forest drifted through the damp canopy, signaling the end of the storm.

Sleepy-eyed Qian Yuelong yawned, glancing at the Dark Soul Guards who were packing up their camp equipment, and then at Yu Yongsi, whose spirits were also not very good and whose dark circles were even deeper.

During the barbecue yesterday, Yu Yongsi shared a lot of information he knew about the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. It wasn't until late at night that he reluctantly ended his report and went to rest.

But after hearing this information, Qian Yuelong had only one thought: the saying that the older the sect or family, the more feudal old-fashioned people it produces, was indeed true.

But that's fine too, this way she can carefree undermine the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

Qian Yuelong's gaze towards Yu Yongsi gradually deepened.

Yu Yongsi felt a chill run down his spine, rubbed his goosebump-covered arms, and thought to himself, "The temperature is really low in the morning."