Blood Devouring Pearl, Zhang Xiaofan

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderclap descended from the heavens. The wind swept away the clouds as dark clouds churned at the horizon. Yet the surroundings were utterly silent, shrouded in a grim, murderous air for ten miles around.

Puzhi's gaze remained fixed on Xiao Han.

"Who are you?"

After a long while, unable to bear this oppressive atmosphere, Puzhi was the first to break the silence.

"Xiao Han!" Xiao Han answered.

"Where did you come from? Where do you wish to go?" Puzhi asked Xiao Han again.

"I came from where I came from, and I wish to go where I wish to go," Xiao Han replied with a smile.

"Uh!"

A flicker of surprise crossed Puzhi's eyes. He had clearly never expected the young man before him to speak with such Zen-like profundity. At the same time, his expression toward Xiao Han became even more solemn.

"You came looking for me?"

Puzhi had pinpointed the crux of the matter.

Xiao Han smiled and said as mildly as possible, "Yes. More precisely, I came to fulfill your wish for you."

Puzhi instinctively tensed. "What wish are you going to fulfill for me?"

Xiao Han raised his brows slightly and smiled. "Are you testing me? Puzhi, don't you want someone to cultivate the Ultimate Skills of both the Buddhist and Daoist schools, thereby breaking through the ten-thousand-year mystery of immortality?"

Puzhi was shocked. He asked in astonishment, "You... how did you know?"

Puzhi had gone to Qingyun Sect, only to be turned away. The master of Qingyun Sect was exceedingly rigid in his sectarian views and had been utterly unwilling to try the method Puzhi had proposed. That was why he had come to this shabby little temple.

Xiao Han smiled. "Don't concern yourself with how I know. Puzhi, you only need