A flash of white light flickered, followed by a clang as a white jade token fell to the ground.
The black-robed ghost said, "From now on, whenever you wish to come—no matter where you are—pour your mana into this jade token. Within three days, someone will certainly bring you to me."
Yan Chihuo felt a slight joy in his heart. It seems he intends to let me go.
Yan Chihuo picked up the jade token, then glanced once more at Luo Xiong, the Heavenly King Rakshasa. The black-robed ghost continued, "Once you leave, I will kill him. If you are worried, I can kill him right now."
Yan Chihuo's heart stirred, and he said, "Senior, I have an impudent request."
The black-robed ghost asked, "What is it?"
Yan Chihuo said, "Could Senior grant this Heavenly King Rakshasa to me?"
The black-robed ghost said, "What do you want him for? Should he escape and reveal this place to others, it would cause me great inconvenience."
Yan Chihuo hurriedly said, "I possess a cultivation art that requires this Heavenly King Rakshasa. But please rest assured, Senior—I will certainly kill him and will not disclose anything concerning you."
The black-robed ghost said, "No. Unless you kill him right now."
Yan Chihuo pondered in secret. If I kill him now, how could I possibly merge his soul body into my own soul? For the Fierce Ghost Transformation of the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations to reach great completion, who knows whether that would take until the year of the monkey and month of the horse? Hmm. Even if I cultivate the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations right before his eyes, I doubt he will recognize it.
Though Yan Chihuo felt this was somewhat risky, the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations were his ultimate means of defeating enemies and preserving his