"Where's the River Demon?" The Hall Master's eyes widened. The unbelievable sight before him left him so furious he nearly coughed up blood. "This is what you call resurrection?!!!"
"Hmm..."
Ye Qianfan shrugged. "The resurrection failed, I guess... hic!"
He had been lucky: the golden bone he obtained this time was actually a skull, and it had been lodged in the River Demon's intestines. No wonder he had never found it. In the end, he had dismantled the River Demon's entire body.
Ye Qianfan had even inspected the River Demon's fish bones one segment at a time. Only after finding nothing had he thought to take apart its internal organs.
Only then had he discovered...
The River Demon had swallowed a skull, and it had gotten stuck right at its rear exit. No wonder he had been unable to find it!
Still, the River Demon ought to have thanked that skull for staying in its belly long enough. Otherwise, this little creature would probably have been nothing more than a big fish or some other miscellaneous lesser demon. It could never have become the River God's substitute!
Ye Qianfan had also discerned a pattern from this incident...
Golden bone seemed to help demons and ghosts cultivate, or perhaps accelerate their growth.
Even the beings around a ghost that obtained golden bone benefited from increased cultivation, like the Black Flood Dragon in the Empress Dowager's tomb.
Clearly, golden bone was practically comparable to a Buddhist relic...
When one person attained the Dao, even their chickens and dogs ascended to heaven!
"You damned bastard! How dare you toy with me!"
No matter how desperately the Hall Master wanted the River Demon resurrected, he could no longer believe Ye Qianfan's bullshit.
After all, the fish had been chopped into chunks. What damned resurrection