Ghost God Child Xia Song!
The flute divine weapon was brimming with spirituality, but Lin Bai was no master of the art of music. Keeping it would be useless, so he simply gave it to the Crow.
The Crow happily stored it in his Storage Ring and quietly stood on Lin Bai's shoulder.
Next, Lin Bai's gaze fell on the ghost cultivator. "What's your name?"
"A name I gave myself—Xia Song."
The ghost cultivator answered honestly. After all, his life was now in Lin Bai's hands. Handing over the flute divine weapon meant that he had completely severed ties with the Three Great Ghost Emperors. Even if Lin Bai did not kill him now, once this matter was over, the Three Great Ghost Emperors would inventory the treasures lost from the Eighteen Levels Palace. When they discovered that he had lost a treasure, they would erase him.
"Actually, I don't really need your help taking the treasures from the other levels of the Eighteen Levels Palace. But searching for them one level at a time would indeed waste too much time. If you're willing to help, all the better!" Lin Bai said expressionlessly. "Once I collect the Eighteen Levels Palace, I guarantee that I'll spare your life!"
"Likewise, if the ghost cultivators from the other levels are willing to submit, I'll spare all their lives as well!"
Ghost cultivator Xia Song said, "They've never seen what you can do. Although I have some ties with them, persuading them to submit with nothing but a few words from you and me probably won't be easy!"
"Never mind. Just go and tell them. If they refuse to submit, kill them."
Lin Bai spoke casually.
Xia Song's expression tightened, but he did not respond. Yet one doubt had always lingered in his heart: