Linghu Lan smiled and asked, "Where is Dream Spirit Island?"
"snort!"
"You have a magical artifact, I have amethyst, let's work together!"
"Hmm?" The president of the Monster Association was puzzled. Was it not torture or forced confession? But... "Hmph, you arrested over a hundred of my members!"
member?
Linghu Lan has a slightly magical quality; it always feels like you've got a VIP gym membership, a hair salon membership, and a shopping card.
"If we catch them, we can release them!"
"You are human!"
"I was a monster too!"
"What?" The president of the Demon Association stared wide-eyed. He looked Linghu Lan up and down carefully, but couldn't see a trace of a demon in her. "Hmph, nonsense!"
Linghu Lan: "..." Damn it, if it weren't for the fact that I was once a demon and I still feel grateful for the incense offerings, I would have burned all of your hundred-plus members to ashes.
She thought for a moment, then pointed her finger at the forehead of the president of the Monster Association.
The president of the Demon Association's gaze shifted from doubt, puzzlement, and horror to wide-eyed disbelief, before finally asking in a trembling voice, "Where did you obtain this technique?"
"When I was cultivating my techniques, the Heavenly Court still existed!"
The cultivation technique that Linghu Lan inputted into the mind of the Demon Association president was only a small part, but even this small part was enough for him to savor.
This technique is profound and mysterious, incomparable to the various modified versions and countless lost techniques of today.
"We can cooperate, but you have to release my memberships and then teach me your cultivation techniques."
"Hehe!" Linghu Lan looked at him with a half-smile. "You have a lot of demands."
The president of the Demon Association was a seasoned veteran. He glanced at Linghu Lan, hesitated for a moment, and then knelt down with a "plop".
"Master, please accept my bow."
Linghu Lan was inwardly bewildered. This gift was a bit too much; it wasn't what she had expected. "I do not accept disciples!"
The president of the Demon Association looked at Linghu Lan, gritted his teeth, and forced out a drop of his own heart's blood.
“Master, this is my heart’s blood. From now on, I will follow your lead and never dare to betray you.”
Linghu Lan: "..."
She looked at the drop of heart's blood, remained silent for a few seconds, and then decisively waved her hand to absorb it.
Her current skill level isn't high enough, and she's genuinely afraid that the president of the Demon Association might betray her. What if she teaches him her techniques, and he learns them and beats her up again...?
The president of the Monster Association breathed a sigh of relief. He was a man of principle, and moreover, he had consulted a fortune teller a few days ago, who said that a great opportunity awaited him.
He had initially thought this opportunity lay with the amethyst, but now it seemed it would likely come down to the woman before him.
He thought for a moment and said, "Master, now that I have become your disciple, can you release all those hundred-plus members?"
"Can!"
Linghu Lan waved her hand, first untying the binding rope that bound the Demon Association's president. Then, with a slight movement of her consciousness, she brought everyone out of the Shadow Flower Dream.
The Qiankun Bag quickly erupted into chaos as Linghu Lan released everyone inside.
In no time, the once-cool little shop was filled with chickens, ducks, and fish; everything that flew in the sky and swam in the water, things you'd never seen before, suddenly appeared.
After everyone came out, they looked around and immediately saw the president of the Monster Association. They were all excited, as if they had suddenly found a powerful backer.
twenty three
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