As soon as the cone head landed on the ground, he placed the golden hammer in his hand across his chest. His pair of black eyes kept looking forward, causing the two long tentacles on his head to tremble.
"Don't panic, Fellow Daoist Conehead, there are no enemies here." Shen Luo said with a smile when he saw Conehead's alert look.
"Then why did you call me here? I'm busy practicing!" Conehead said unhappily when he heard that.
"I didn't expect that you, Cone Head, practice so diligently!" Shen Luo praised Cone Head a little.
"Of course, we shrimp tribe have an old saying: Life never stops, cultivation never stops. If you are weak, you will be enslaved!" Conehead still had some resentment towards Shen Luo.
"Ours is not a slave relationship, it's a win-win situation, and I keep my word! I came here to ask you, is there any way to increase the success rate of breaking through the Qigong period?" Shen Luo interrupted Conehead's resentment and asked about his confusion.
"I don't know the cultivation methods of the human race." Conehead tilted his neck and looked Shen Luo up and down, saying expressionlessly.
"To be honest, I'm in some trouble now and I have to improve my cultivation as soon as possible. If you can give me some advice, I will be very grateful and will definitely repay you in the future." Shen Luo said frankly.
“I hope you remember what I said today. Then let me tell you about my practice. We in the East China Sea shrimp tribe shed our skin once every ten years. We use the tribe’s secret method to inject the magic power into the shed skin, and then swallow it when we break through the fasting period. This can greatly increase the success rate.” After listening to this, Conehead said with a relaxed expression.
"Your method is somewhat similar to taking medicinal pills. But I wonder if fellow Daoist Shedding has any more of this?" Shen Luo's heart moved, and he asked, looking at the shrimp shell with a conical head.
"Don't try to take advantage of me. My shed skin is very useful to me, unless you offer something in exchange. Besides, I don't know if this method is useful to you humans." Conehead said vigilantly.
"What do you want to exchange, fellow Daoist?" Shen Luo asked again.
"Moonlight dew." Conehead blurted out.
"This? I don't have it now, but I will pay attention to it in the future. Fellow Daoist, are you from the East China Sea?" Shen Luo asked with regret in his heart, changing the subject.
"The East China Sea shrimp clan naturally came from the East China Sea! Just like the South China Sea shrimp clan came from the South China Sea. Is there any problem?" Conehead asked back.
"It is said that the East China Sea is vast and boundless, with countless natural treasures..." Shen Luo rubbed his hands and said.
"I understand. The premise is barter as you said last time. Well, if nothing else, send me back!" Conehead interrupted Shen Luo impatiently and urged.
Shen Luo had nothing to exchange, and without saying much, he summoned the vortex channel to send it back, letting go of his disappointment, and secretly calculated:
"It seems that this spirit-transmitted monster is restricted by the contract and must protect the safety of its master, but it is unable to truly be of one mind in other aspects."
This is no wonder. Anyone who was originally free is suddenly forced into a contract and will be called upon at any time to fight a life-and-death battle with an unknown enemy. Even if he submits on the surface, he will definitely be unwilling in his heart. Unless he can get some benefits, he will be more willing.
As a former businessman, he felt that there was nothing wrong with this and that a give-and-take relationship was the long-term solution.