Chapter 225 – Killing someone is too much!

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!

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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