If you give this bald guy a little attention, he'll forget who he is.

Shi Lan pinched her fingers, and a spiritual energy shield enveloped her. "Alright, you can search now."

Jingkong seemed unaware that Shi Lan was being sarcastic, and a look of delight appeared on his face. "Then this humble monk will not stand on ceremony."

Shi Lan gave a cold laugh, and as he stepped forward, a fire dragon rose up and rushed straight towards his head.

Jingkong silently recited the Buddha's name, and a layer of light with a faint glow suddenly appeared on the surface of his body.

The fire dragon missed its first attack, so it circled around Shi Lan, its two sharp claws constantly knocking away the prayer beads it was throwing out.

The prayer beads spun once, releasing their force, and flew back into Jingkong's palm.

Touching the marks left by the fire dragon, Jingkong felt a pang of heartache.

Shi Lan pinched her fingers again, and another fire dragon soared into the sky. The two dragons roared and circled towards Jing Kong.

Jingkong turned pale with fright and hurriedly said to the monks around him, "Come on, everyone. Apart from her, I am willing to share the power of the Patriarch's initiation with you all."

Upon hearing this, the monks who had already set up their formation but hesitated to make a move immediately showed joy, threw out their prayer beads, and approached Shi Lan with mysterious steps.

Shi Lan coldly observed the actions of these people, and suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Zhang Dongji staggered towards them from afar, shouting, "Junior Sister Shi, run! They've been plotting to take your life for a long time!"

Shi Lan was startled and quickly looked at Zhang Dongji.

He emerged from the thorny thicket, looking disheveled, with red scratches on his face and hands. Behind him followed two pale-faced zombies and two disciples of the Ghost Control Sect chanting incantations.

Shi Lan waved his hand, and a fire dragon rushed down, circled the two zombies once, and burned them to ashes.

The two Ghost Control Sect disciples behind him groaned in pain in unison and lunged at Shi Lan.

Zhang Dongji summoned his magical artifact in an attempt to stop them, but his skills were lacking, and he was only able to hold them off for a moment before being sent flying.

Blood immediately seeped from the corner of Zhang Dongji's mouth, but he still forced himself to say, "Junior sister, don't worry about me, you run quickly."

Jingkong smiled, and the prayer beads on his fingertips suddenly rose into the air, swirling as they attacked her. "It's too late to run now."

Shi Lan turned her head and looked at him coldly. A black light suddenly appeared on her brows, and in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Jing Kong.

Jingkong's body flashed with spiritual light, and then he struck two protective talismans.

Jingkong knew that Shilan was a genius who had displayed extraordinary abilities, and that his skills must be quite formidable. He thought that by using a two-pronged approach, he could stop him.

Unexpectedly, the black light flashed only once before passing directly through his eyebrows and flying out from behind his head.

Jingkong stared wide-eyed, his dark pupils reflecting Shi Lan's indifferent gaze, as if she were looking at an insignificant ant.