Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion

Chapter 225 – Killing someone is too much!

"Since that's the case, tell me why my Divine Soul is weaker than others. What exactly is the flaw?" Meng Fan began to actively question the old monk.

Meng Fan felt that the old monk had been worn down enough and was ready to talk.

As for the cooperation and transaction the old monk mentioned, it was something worth considering.

First, he needed to figure out what was wrong with his Divine Soul.

Seeing Meng Fan finally relent, the old monk breathed a sigh of relief.

This young man, though not very old, had a deep and calculating mind, making him difficult to deceive.

Truly troublesome!

"You cultivated your Divine Soul using the power stored in my relic, which allowed you to progress rapidly, almost overnight.

However, the power within the relic is flawed. Although it still exists after my many years of demise, its spiritual essence has gradually faded!

This might be hard for you to understand, so let me give you an analogy:

If we compare power to a person, normal power is like a living person, while the power in the relic without spiritual essence is like a corpse.

When you absorbed this power without spiritual essence to cultivate your Divine Soul, it naturally became flawed.

To solve this, you need to re-inject spiritual essence into your Divine Soul!

If the spiritual essence is sufficient, you can continue to use the power in the relic for cultivation without any drawbacks or flaws."

The old monk explained everything clearly and logically in one breath.

Meng Fan nodded. The old monk's words made sense, and in this situation, the old monk had no reason to deceive him.

Moreover, whether it was true or not could be easily tested.

"What exactly is this spiritual essence?" Meng Fan asked, focusing on the key issue.

"Spiritual essence is a part of the power within us Buddhists," the old monk explained somewhat helplessly.

This was a deeply specialized issue that couldn't be explained in just a few words.

"Then why did Wu Tian have no problem when he used the power in the relic to cultivate his Divine Soul? Didn't he have the same flaw?"

Even now, Meng Fan was still resentful that Wu Tian's Divine Soul was stronger than his.

Finally, he added, "Don't tell me you were helping Wu Tian. You're not that selfless, and as far as I know, Wu Tian didn't even know you existed!"

The old monk felt a bit embarrassed. He had previously claimed to be helping Wu Tian, but Meng Fan had exposed his lie without mercy.

However, having been embarrassed so many times already, he was starting to get used to it.

One could say his skin was getting thicker!

"Wu Tian is a disciple of the Buddhist sect. Although his realm is low and he hasn't cultivated power, the True Qi he cultivates contains spiritual essence.

In fact, after he cultivated his Divine Soul, his cultivation level barely improved, and his cultivation speed slowed significantly!

The root cause is that the spiritual essence he cultivated was absorbed by his Divine Soul.

His Divine Soul's flaw was compensated for, but his cultivation speed was greatly reduced, dragging him down."

Meng Fan nodded. Although this explanation was somewhat far-fetched, it was reasonable, and he chose to believe the old monk.

Of course, his main concern was not whether Wu Tian had any problems.

He was more concerned about his own issues!

"How can I obtain spiritual essence?" Meng Fan asked.

The old monk began to speak eloquently, "To obtain spiritual essence, you need to cultivate Buddhist techniques.

But for you, cultivating Buddhist techniques is not worth the effort. It takes a long time and is highly inefficient.

After all, you are already a cultivator at the sixth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm, close to the Condensation Pill Realm.

If you start cultivating a new Buddhist technique now, catching up to your current progress would be too difficult.

Extracting spiritual essence from it would be even harder!"

Meng Fan looked at the old monk calmly and asked, "So?"

"So, I can provide you with spiritual essence, as long as you provide me with Spirit Stones. I can then give you the spiritual essence cultivated from them!"

The old monk spoke with great enthusiasm.

"Are you done?" Meng Fan nodded.

Seeing Meng Fan's sudden change in attitude, the old monk felt a bit bewildered and nodded, "Yes, I'm done."

"Since you're done, you can leave now." Meng Fan said calmly.

The old monk: ...

The sudden confusion left him momentarily speechless.

After a moment, he cautiously asked in a low voice, "Didn't we agree to cooperate? Why are you backing out now?"

He, once a grand monk on the verge of crossing the tribulation and ascending to the Immortal Realm, had now been reduced to such a humble state!

He had thought he was already humble enough, but reality proved there was always a lower point.

Meng Fan shrugged and said, "I only asked you to explain, but I never agreed to cooperate."

"But this is a mutually beneficial arrangement. Why not cooperate with me?" The old monk's voice trembled with anger.

If he weren't already dead, he might have been infuriated to death!

Meng Fan shook his head, "Compared to cooperating with you, I'd rather cultivate a Buddhist technique from scratch. Even if it's slower, I can afford to spend more time.

If I cooperate with you, you might silently accumulate power and one day try to possess me. Wouldn't that be seeking my own death?"

He was clear-headed and cautious by nature.

Given a safer path, why take unnecessary risks?

Isn't it just cultivating a Buddhist technique?

Isn't it just a bit slower?

He's not in a hurry!

After all, his usual cultivation speed was already fast; he didn't mind taking a bit more time.

"You... you're playing me..." The old monk was once again rendered speechless with anger.

If he weren't a weak remnant soul with no way to deal with Meng Fan, he wouldn't hesitate to go down with him.

So exhausting.

Just let it end!!!

Hong Qi, standing beside Meng Fan, shook her head slightly, feeling a bit of pity for the old monk. She suddenly felt that this old monk was quite pitiful.

But pitiful people often have their own detestable aspects, making them unworthy of pity.

Her shadow dissipated and returned to the Hong Qi Sword.

Staying here was pointless, and she felt a twinge of compassion. She feared that if she stayed longer, she might plead for the old monk.

Such a thing was absolutely out of the question, so she decisively returned to the Hong Qi Sword!

Meng Fan, unlike Hong Qi, was not soft-hearted. He looked at the old monk coldly, his face expressionless, his heart as firm as a rock.

Soft-hearted?

Impossible!

After all, this old monk had previously tried to possess him.

"Old monk, don't think I'm heartless. Put yourself in my shoes; if you were me, I believe you wouldn't take this risk either!" Meng Fan said coldly.

There was nothing wrong with his words.

The old monk looked at Meng Fan, his eyes filled with surprise, anger, despair, killing intent, and madness...

In the end, all these complex emotions converged into one final emotion.

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