In the distance, a huge ship approached under billowing sails at a speed equivalent to that of a Golden Core Cultivator. At its head were Jiang Zizai and two other Nascent Soul Cultivators.
"Mr. Lu!" Jiang Zizai, the golden-crowned man with the eagle-like features, and the woman with a palace coiffure simultaneously cupped their hands and saluted Lu Xiaotian.
"Arrange for people to salvage and deal with this demon python's corpse." The Blood-Winged Crimson Python Demon's body had already lost its vitality, bobbing up and down and drifting with the waves.
"Yes, Mr. Lu!" Jiang Zizai answered. Seeing the Crimson Python Demon's headless body floating on the sea, the three Nascent Soul Cultivators—Jiang Zizai among them—were filled with boundless admiration for Lu Xiaotian. This had been a fearsome twelfth-tier great demon, originally charging over with overwhelming momentum, yet it had unexpectedly met its end today in the waters outside Lishui City, its body separated from its head.
Lu Xiaotian nodded, transforming into a streak of blood-colored light that shot toward the flying ship.
"Let's work together. First, get this python corpse onto the flying ship, then deal with it afterward. This is the body of a twelfth-tier Blood-Winged Crimson Python Demon—we can't let it soak in seawater for too long," Jiang Zizai said, rolling up his sleeves.
"That works. We truly won a resounding victory today. I wonder how Mr. Lu will distribute the corpses of these Demon Cultivators." The golden-crowned man with the eagle-like features looked at the python corpse on the sea and clicked his tongue. "This is the highest-tier demon I, Zheng Guan, have ever dealt with. Though processing a Demon Cultivator's corpse in front of those Golden Core and even Foundation Establishment juniors is somewhat undignified, being able to dissect such a demon will give me