You Don't Love the People Either, Fairy

His voice paused, then he let out another grating laugh.

"And I can sense His Highness coming back to life. My strength is returning day by day."

Delight flashed across Ran Zirou's face. "Really? Then are the other seniors in the Cultivation World growing stronger day by day too?"

"Of course. They're searching everywhere for the materials needed to revive His Highness. Once His Highness has a body, our strength will return even faster."

Ran Zirou asked, "If you stay here, aren't you worried the powerful cultivators of the Cultivation World will discover you?"

A savage chuckle crept into the man's voice.

"We're Ancient Fiends. If we want to hide, even a Mahayana Stage powerhouse can forget about sensing us. Little girl, we escaped that sealed sound barrier. We're no pushovers."

The powerful cultivators listening outside grew even grimmer.

These members of the Devil Race were growing stronger, little by little.

And this time, they had not even come out together.

They could not let a single Demonic Beast remain at large.

Ran Zirou was already asking, "I'll help you seniors accomplish all this, but could you help me obtain the Myriad Flower Divine Bone?"

The man's savage laugh grew hoarser.

"Good. Help us succeed, and you can have everything you want."

The powerful cultivators did nothing to alert them.

Every face was dark; they were clearly seething with rage.

Even the usually composed elder of Heavenly Sound Temple had anger in his eyes.

The others hurriedly lowered their gazes and recited Buddhist scriptures to quell their anger.

This was a first!

For the first time, they had seen with their own eyes a disciple of the Cultivation World colluding with the Devil Race!

The Cultivation World and the Devil Race had been enemies for generations. How many people had