"Do you want to know what it truly means to be alive?" Yi Chen's voice, like that of a devil, whispered persuasively, and a grand blueprint suddenly emerged in Marlo's mind.
"What... what do I need to do?"
"It's simple. Find a way to bring a real high-ranking Demon Noble here, and Old Man Jia Loulan will allow you to join the Demon Righteous Holy Church. I'll teach you the Secret Technique to defy the heavens and purify your bloodline. What do you say, care to take a gamble?"
Yi Chen waved his hand through the air, and Marlo's wounds healed in the blink of an eye.
"Yes!"
Half an hour later, a demon with a simian head, followed by a young demon with a sheep's head who was quite full of himself, excitedly came running over.
"Elder, my father—"
The young sheep-headed demon didn't notice that a scimitar had been raised high behind him. Suddenly, pale blue blood spurted out, and he saw a headless corpse continue running for several steps before collapsing.