Since Wan Zhi valued that bone so much, it must have been very important to him.
"But what use would we be to those bones?"
This is a very important question: how can we counter it with a single bone? Is it necessary to send someone to risk going to Prisoner's Pool to find this thing?
“We demonic cultivators have a kind of curse. If we can find this item, we can first use the white bone to cast a curse, so that it will be plagued by misfortune.”
A demonic cultivator nearby said this.
It's somewhat useful, but it doesn't seem to be of much use.
"Do you think he might not be able to escape the porcelain vase because the bones are missing?"
Someone suddenly raised this question: "If we break his porcelain bottle, do you think his strength will be affected?"
"...That's also possible."
But without actual proof, all of this is just conjecture.
"Actually, if we can find that lost white bone of the Myriad Knowledges, we might really find a way to eliminate him."
After listening to their conversation for a long while, the Demon Prince said again, "Judging from Wan Zhi's behavior at the time, it was definitely not something insignificant. We also sent people to search Prison Pool many times. Since it's not there, it's possible that it was washed into the underground river."
"Then shall we send some more people to search?"
"Can."
The two cultivators, one martial and one demon, finally reached an agreement and immediately prepared to send their respective people to depart.
Jia Xitong tugged at Shang Yanting's sleeve and whispered in his ear, "Host, do you think it's possible that Wan Zhi's leg bone was taken away by a genius who loves collecting souvenirs?"
After the raccoon finished speaking, disbelief appeared in Shang Yanting's usually calm eyes.
Then……
He reached out and picked up the raccoon from his shoulder, then secretly covered her mouth.
Jia Xitong: What's going on?
The meeting ended and everyone dispersed. Shang Yanting returned to their room and then removed his hand from her mouth.
"Are you with the skeleton of the omniscient one?"
Shang Yanting had just learned that Wan Zhi had limbs and bones, and he was somewhat taken aback that Jia Xitong actually had the bones that Wan Zhi was looking for.
"hold head high."
The raccoon looked down and rummaged through its little bag. "I went down into that cave once with Senior Baiyu during our adventure. There was nothing inside except bones. Since I was already here, I brought a bone back as a souvenir. Who would have thought it was Wan Zhi's bone?"
If you know, you'd just let him take it all.
Jia Xitong found the talisman she used to store souvenirs and emptied everything out of it.
Inside were bowls, dried plants, bricks, shiny mud, stones...
Among a pile of messy garbage, there were actually three white bones.
Shang Yanting stood to the side, vigorously rubbing his temples.
Jia Xitong ran over and carefully compared the marks left on the three bones, accurately finding the bone she had picked up in the Prison Pond. "This is it."
She handed the skeleton to Shang Yanting, and then began to organize her personal mementos.
Shang Yanting looked at the other two, "Whose are those two?"
I found it on the road.
The raccoon recalled, "This wasn't a souvenir. I originally wanted to find a place to bury him after seeing his body lying in the wilderness, but then I was chased by demonic cultivators and forgot about it."
As she spoke, she took out the bones and put them aside, saying she would bury them in the yard later.
Shang Yanting felt slightly comforted upon hearing this.
He then saw two more bricks. "And what about these?"
"The bricks of the Heavenly Palace."
Jia Xitong answered.
The Heavenly Palace has now completely sunk into the sea, making this souvenir a unique item.
"And what is that glowing mud?" Shang Yanting asked, looking at a small box of fluorescent soil.
"It was left behind when we went on an expedition."
Jia Xitong looked at it and recalled, "It must have been the time when we got the top-grade spirit stone bathtub. It's a pity the bathtub was smashed, otherwise we could still use it to take a bath now."
Although Shang Yanting had a new luxury bathtub made for her at Xianlong Peak, she is a sentimental person.
Shang Yanting: ...
For a moment, Shang Yanting was at a loss for words.
He looked down at the skeleton. "You found this skeleton. Does anyone else know about it?"
No.
The raccoon tidied up its souvenirs, then took out a small shovel almost as big as itself, ready to dig a hole in the yard to bury the other two skeletons.
"Wait a minute."
Shang Yanting pulled the raccoon back from leaving, and then put away the other two bones.
A moment later, he used the Thousand-Mile Transmission Talisman to summon the Demon Elder and True Lord Baiyu.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, what brings you here?"
Bai Yu Zhenjun looked at Shang Yanting. Wasn't this already discussed?
Shang Yanting took out the skeleton of Wan Zhi and placed it in front of them. "If this is the skeleton of Wan Zhi, how can the Demon Elder cast a spell on it?"
The Demon Lord has lived for thousands of years, yet he's still a shrewd and cunning individual.
Yan Qing called him over in the middle of the night and suddenly asked this question, which means either he has definite news or he can get his hands on the white bone.
The old demon casually picked up the white bones on the table and observed the expression on the other side. "If you cast a spell on the Wan Zhi White Bone, the spell can indeed only bring misfortune to the other party. To a certain extent, it is indeed somewhat useless against Wan Zhi."
His tone changed abruptly, "Where did you get these bones?"
"It was dug in your yard."
As Shang Yanting spoke, he took out another bone, "Could we try this bone?"
"What's the point of trying this?"
The old demon put down the white bone in his hand, feeling it was unnecessary and that there was something wrong with it. "If Dean Yan called me here so late just to have me perform a spell, then I'm afraid I won't be able to oblige."
"To be honest, I have some knowledge of casting spells."
Shang Yanting said slowly, "But martial arts and demonic cultivation each have their strengths, and I'm not sure whether I should hand over something so important to Elder Demon."
"You've already obtained the Myriad Knowledge Bones?"
The old demon understood the meaning behind his words and couldn't help but look him up and down, somewhat doubting the truthfulness of what he said.
"If the demonic cultivator's spells are no different from the rudiments I've learned, then I might as well do it myself."
Shang Yanting directly and indirectly admitted to what he said.
"Elder Demon, I also want to see the demonic spells. Why don't you try it on this white bone in front of you?"
Bai Yu Zhenjun, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly said, "If Fellow Daoist Yan has already found Wan Zhi's white bones, he will naturally take them out when a great enemy is at hand."
Bai Yu Zhenjun's words were more effective than Shang Yanting's affirmation.
Seeing this, the Demon Elder said no more, "You all guard well for half an hour."
Having said that, he bit his tongue, forcing out a drop of blood, which he spat directly onto the white bones. The Demon Elder sat before the bones, his lips trembling, and a wisp of black smoke rose from them…
---Aside---
Wait for me, it'll be 12 o'clock tonight!
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