"You human cultivators must kill that Tenth Tier Iron-Spined Demon Suanni before you can obtain the Nascent Soul Fruit. Though I have no interest in the Nascent Soul Fruit your human race requires, I am interested in that Tenth Tier Demon Suanni. I am alone and outnumbered, so I have no choice but to borrow your strength," the humanoid ghost said.
"What do you need from the Demon Suanni?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"I only need the Demon Suanni's blood. Once it is done, how you divide everything else is none of my concern." The humanoid ghost stood on the back of the white-boned falcon, which beat its wings, arms folded across its chest.
"That makes things simple. You may divide the Nascent Soul Fruit among Young Master Ye's group, but do not contend with me for the young fetus in the Demon Suanni's belly." The Life-Claiming Infant Monk chuckled darkly.
"Brother Lu, if there is anything else you have your eye on, feel free to say so," Ye Sicheng said with feigned generosity.
"I want the Tenth Tier Demon Suanni's Primordial Spirit essence. In addition, I want some of the Demon Suanni's hide armor." After a brief consideration, Lu Xiaotian spoke.
"Haha, good. Then Brother Lu has agreed." Ye Sicheng's face showed a trace of delight.
"More or less. But it is still a Tenth Tier demonic beast. Even injured, it is no small matter. I need to make a few more preparations. I will join you in a few days," Lu Xiaotian said with a nod.
"A few days? That is hardly fair. Must all of us wait here specifically for one person?" The white-haired old man holding a peachwood staff cast Lu Xiaotian a displeased glance.
"If you are tired of waiting, you may go kill the demonic