blueteamnovel Chapter 259 – Old monk, go to the Western Heaven and see Buddha, okay?
Chapter 259 – Old monk, go to the Western Heaven and see Buddha, okay?
Chapter 259 – Old monk, go to the Western Heaven and see Buddha, okay?
Elder Lin looked at Meng Fan and smiled, "Although Liu Bude isn't dead, rest assured, he won't trouble you again."
"Master, why is that?" Meng Fan was a bit puzzled.
After all, he had killed Liu Bude's son. How could Liu Bude possibly give up on seeking revenge?
Elder Lin chuckled sinisterly.
"What if Liu Chen isn't actually his son?"
To be honest, Meng Fan was quite surprised to hear this.
At the same time, the fire of curiosity burned fiercely within him. Could it be that Liu Chen really wasn't Liu Bude's son?
"Master, could it be that Liu Chen is actually the son of Huang Guanfeng, the Grand Elder of the Fengyun Demon Sect?" Meng Fan asked, somewhat "excited."
Elder Lin shook his head, "The possibility is low. Although there's a chance, it's not very high."
Meng Fan was still confused, "Then what do you mean by this, Master?"
Elder Lin smiled, a smile full of... cunning.
"Sometimes, falsehoods can become truths, and truths can become falsehoods. Some people can turn black into white and make the false seem real with just a silver tongue!"
Meng Fan understood. Elder Lin intended to spread rumors and fabricate evidence to make it seem like Liu Chen was indeed Huang Guanfeng's son.
"Master, this approach doesn't seem very righteous," Meng Fan said, though he secretly agreed with it.
Elder Lin nonchalantly replied, "The righteous path is not without its share of schemers. Just consider me one of them."
Meng Fan grinned, "Nonsense, Master. You are the beacon of the righteous path!"
Elder Lin rolled his eyes and glanced at Meng Fan.
"If you were that kid Wu Tian, you'd be getting a beating right now!"
In the room downstairs, Wu Tian, who was meditating, suddenly felt a shiver.
He opened his eyes in confusion and muttered to himself, "Did something go wrong with my cultivation?"
After a quick self-check, everything seemed fine.
Why did he feel that shiver just now?@@@@
It was baffling.
"Looks like I've been pushing myself too hard lately. I need to slow down. Otherwise, I might collapse before I get the chance to beat up that bastard Meng Fan!"
Since arriving at Shu Mountain, Wu Tian's goal had remained unchanged.
[Beat Meng Fan to a pulp]
Meng Fan sat cross-legged on his bed and couldn't help but sigh.
"Time flies. In the blink of an eye, two years have passed!"
The old monk and Xiao Qing didn't know what Meng Fan was sighing about.
Hong Qi thought Meng Fan was reflecting on joining the Sword Pavilion and becoming Elder Lin's disciple for two years.
Only Meng Fan knew that he was sighing about having traveled to this world for two years!
In two years, he had gone from being an outer sect disciple with no cultivation to becoming the strongest sword cultivator at the eighth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm, and he was on the verge of stepping into the Condensation Pill Realm.
The word "strongest" wasn't an exaggeration!
Looking at the entire Northern Region, or even the entire Tianyuan Grand World, there couldn't be a sword cultivator at the eighth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm stronger than Meng Fan.
Not even the son of a True Immortal or a reincarnated True Immortal (voice getting weaker).
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
Meng Fan had only three thousand spirit stones left.
The old monk had consumed a total of ten thousand spirit stones in just over a month.
Meng Fan was extremely pained by the consumption of so many spirit stones, but at least the results were evident. Otherwise, he would have killed the old monk!
At this moment, the defect in Meng Fan's divine soul had disappeared, and the missing spirituality had been fully restored.
Now, his divine soul was much stronger than Wu Tian's!
After all, he cultivated Fu Xi's visualization techniques, so his divine soul should be stronger than others.
"Congratulations, Master, on the recovery of your divine soul!" Hong Qi was the first to congratulate Meng Fan, as usual.
Although the recovery of the divine soul wasn't a breakthrough in cultivation, it was even more worth celebrating!
Meng Fan smiled, feeling quite pleased.
Recently, he had painstakingly cultivated his divine soul, thinking he could soar to new heights, only to be harshly reminded by reality.
His divine soul was actually much weaker than Wu Tian's!
How could he tolerate that?
Fortunately, that was all in the past now.
"Congratulations, Benefactor Meng!" The old monk also congratulated Meng Fan's divine soul.
But Meng Fan's divine soul looked at the old monk with a cold expression.
"Old monk, now that my divine soul has recovered, you are of no use to me. How about you go to the Western Paradise and see the Buddha?"