Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass

“Thank you, Daoist, for your help,” the young ethereal woman said with gratitude.

Li Yanchu nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the heir of Prince Qing in the sky, whose aura radiated supreme authority. Then he looked at the elephant-headed humanoid figure behind him.

“The Elephant Demon’s inheritance?” Li Yanchu murmured to himself.

On the way, he had asked the stone tablet about it. The tablet, however, seemed either unwilling to reveal too much or truly only knew limited details, acting more like a simple guardian.

It only told Li Yanchu that the Shituo Kingdom had three great demon kings: the Lion Demon, the Elephant Demon, and the Roc Demon. Among them, the Golden-Winged Roc was the most powerful. But the Lion Demon and Elephant Demon were also incredibly strong demon kings.

The Shanhai Secret Realm had been constructed by these three demon kings. Yet under Li Yanchu’s pressure, the tablet revealed some new information: In fact, two of the demon kings in the Shanhai Secret Realm left behind inheritances; the Lion Demon left the Yin-Yang Dual Qi Vase, and the Elephant Demon left the Nightshock Spear.

As for the Golden-Winged Roc, he had not perished but was slumbering somewhere within the Shanhai Secret Realm.

So, strictly speaking, the information Li Yanchu had was more detailed and accurate than what most cultivators knew.

Now, with the heir of Prince Qing holding the long spear and the elephant-headed humanoid figure behind him, Li Yanchu naturally recognized the inheritance he had obtained.

And just earlier, when he had glanced to the side, he had also seen the young woman holding that archaic vase. The sealing formations on it were extremely powerful.

Li Yanchu twitched at the corner of his mouth. “That... couldn’t be the Yin-Yang Dual Qi Vase, could it?”

Both great inheritances of the Shanhai Secret Realm had now been claimed, leaving him silently reflecting that his own fortune truly wasn’t strong enough.