"Brother, how about we make a deal? You let me out, and I'll give you a great fortune."

Seeing this, Shen Pengfei remained calm and smiled as he said, "You are only at the very bottom of the Demon Suppression Division as an executioner."

They also face the danger of being eroded by evil energy every day.

My future achievements are limited; I fear I may be stuck in the vast ocean of worldly affairs for the rest of my life.

If you release me, I can let you join my Blood Demon Sect and become a true disciple of my Blood Demon Sect.

He cultivated unparalleled supernatural powers and techniques.

"It's not impossible for him to gain insight into the celestial realm and cultivate into a true immortal in the future..."

"You, a demonic sect, actually dare to dream of becoming an immortal."

Lin Xuan chuckled and looked at Shen Pengfei with a mocking expression, saying, "Is this how you evil sorcerers deceive people and make empty promises?"

Can't we do something more practical...?

"Really?"

After being teased by Lin Xuan, Shen Pengfei's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Then tell me, what do you want?"

Cultivation techniques and supernatural powers, elixirs and magical artifacts, or rare and precious treasures and spiritual objects.

As long as you let me out, the Blood Demon Sect will not shortchange you.

You probably don't know this, but my true form is one of the Holy Sons of the Blood Demon Sect. What I can give you is far beyond what the Demon Suppression Division can offer.

"The Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect".

Lin Xuan frowned; it seemed this guy was a big fish after all.

He knew nothing about the major sects and religions outside, and was unaware of the strength of the Blood Demon Sect.

But judging from Shen Pengfei's smug look, he probably isn't too bad.

This guy's ability to become a holy son of a major sect is clearly extraordinary, which immediately shocked Lin Xuan and made him more wary.

He glanced at Shen Pengfei, then chuckled coldly, "What I want most is your life..."

The moment he finished speaking, Lin Xuan moved.

The short knife, a tool of torture, was thrust straight at Shen Pengfei's brow.