Lining His Own Pockets

Li Ziran forcibly stopped himself from trying to get to the bottom of everything. He knew perfectly well that it would not be appropriate.

No matter what Sandrew had gone through, Li Ziran had no reason to pry. The more he knew, the more it would become a burden upon himself.

He wanted to cultivate an Abyss Wraith, first out of gratitude for Sandrew teaching him how to create Corpse Witches, second to make Sandrew into a client, and third because he was genuinely interested in Bone Dragons.

However, the most important thing now was to make use of this gathering.

The list just now had almost entirely been used to cultivate demons, yet Li Ziran had not picked out any materials he liked for his own organ system.

Since Sandrew had already given him such a clear signal, why not make the most of this opportunity?

"An Upper Demon!"

This was deliberate. In Li Ziran's plans for his two systems, a demon's Soul Eye was a material he absolutely had to acquire. Right now, the material he wanted most was a Paladin's Resurrection Gallbladder.

"One Human Race Paladin!"

The instant he wrote that down, Sandrew looked up at Li Ziran, yet did not stop him.

Li Ziran was delighted. Clearly, everything he had listed had remained within Sandrew's limits.

How could he possibly let such an opportunity to line his own pockets slip away? He immediately picked up the pen and wrote:

"Three dwarves with Avatar, two Dwarf Grand Alchemists, one ten-meter-tall giant Ogre, one Sea Folk humpback whale, ten Golden-Silk Girls of the Winged Race, two peak Snow Women from the Ice Plains, five Snow Monsters, and ten Cavefolk with peak Curse Eyes."

The more Li Ziran wrote, the more excited he became, until he was almost unable