At this time, Lin Zhe Yuan had already carried a wooden bucket filled with a pile of chicken bones back to his room.
"Quick, quick, help me find the chicken bones Li Zhōujūn spat out!" Lin Zhe Yuan said urgently.
At the thought that he was about to seize Li Zhōujūn's body and become the peerless prodigy of the world, Lin Zhe Yuan's heart could not help but surge with excitement.
"What are you in such a hurry for?" the Aged Demonic Cultivator snorted.
The next moment, a plume of black smoke drifted out of Lin Zhe Yuan's body and finally transformed into the figure of a skinny, bald old man.
"So this is what you look like." Lin Zhe Yuan's face filled with surprise when he saw the old man.
"This old man is known as Daoist Shang Jue. Show me some respect." The Aged Demonic Cultivator's voice was cold.
"Quite the imposing name. Stop wasting time. If you want my body, hurry up and help!" Lin Zhe Yuan said, barely able to contain his impatience.
"Look at how little promise you have. Can't you calm down a little?" Daoist Shang Jue was speechless. He then waved his bark-like, withered hand. In the next moment, the heaps of chicken bones in the wooden bucket all floated into the air. Daoist Shang Jue waved his hand again.
One chicken bone flew out.
"This chicken bone is the one Li Zhōujūn spat out. It still has his saliva on it. In a moment, do exactly as I say. Otherwise, if anything goes wrong, you'll never have a chance to rise again." Daoist Shang Jue's voice was cold.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I know what I'm doing." Lin Zhe Yuan spoke impatiently.
"Best keep it that way. Wait here for a moment.