Negotiate the price? Or, why don't you go talk to the church?

Shen Le did not look back. He merely chuckled.

If I don't show you what I'm capable of, you won't know that Lord Horse has three eyes—or just how many kilometers our big firecrackers can reach...

He had originally planned to take it slow with healing magic—using it to stimulate growth, allowing the Ebony to grow back on its own, filling in the corroded and charred portions, as well as the gaps in between.

But these powerful members of the vampire and werewolf clans had truly put some pressure on him.

There really were people in this world who feared might but did not value virtue. One needed sufficient strength to negotiate "from a position of strength." So Shen Le quietly connected with Little Oil Lamp, siphoning off an infinitesimal, infinitesimal wisp of electricity and feeding it into the Ebony.

In an instant, the spirit within the ebony statue stirred to life, greedily drawing in the current, seeming both fearful and yearning:

Give me a little more!

Give me a little more!

A bit more, but not too much—

More, more, more...

Shen Le had Little Oil Lamp separate another tiny, tiny wisp of Thunder Tribulation power and feed it into the ebony statue. This time, the statue's spirit became even more lively:

This is good!

This is good!

This is very good. This is what I want—

But not too much. If there's too much, I'll die. I really will die...

Shen Le communicated patiently with it for quite a while before determining how much Thunder Tribulation power it could endure. Then he connected with Little Oil Lamp and directly summoned a tribulation bolt, which struck down from the air. Crack!

Every vampire and werewolf present shuddered in terror and leaped backward at the same time. **Bang! Crash! Rumble!