The next day, Ji Lan indeed came again. Just as before, the moment he appeared, he used a restriction to knock Yan Chihuo unconscious.
Then he said to the Qilin, "Have you considered it?"
The Qilin sighed. "Since you insist on having that secret art, I'll give it to you. But you must not break your word. You must protect this fragment of my soul."
Ji Lan was overjoyed. "I will never break my word. I swear by the Heavenly Dao: so long as you, Yan Chihuo, pass this secret art on to me, I will definitely preserve a wisp of your soul. Should I violate this oath, may my soul scatter and my spirit disperse."
The Qilin said, "This cultivation art is called the Spirit-Extinguishing Great Art."
Ji Lan froze. "The Spirit-Extinguishing Great Art?"
The Qilin replied, "Correct."
Ji Lan thought to himself, Could it not be the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations? After Spirit Island had retreated last time, they had concluded through investigation that Yan Chihuo had most likely cultivated the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations, or at least part of it. That was why Ji Lan had taken these actions. If the Island Lord of Spirit Island learned of this, Ji Lan would all but be walking a dead-end road.
Ji Lan thought again, Perhaps he obtained part of the inheritance of the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations but doesn't know what it is. Some of his misgivings immediately eased. "Tell me the mnemonic."
The Qilin opened his mouth and recited a mnemonic. The longer Ji Lan listened, the angrier he became, until he shouted, "Enough! This is clearly an ordinary mental art for refining Magic Treasures. How could it be the Spirit-Extinguishing Great Art?"
The Qilin burst into laughter. "You want to swindle a secret art out of me? That's nothing