Meng Fan's outburst just now had been half genuine anger and half an act. He had done it to see how Gong Yushang would react.
He hadn't expected Gong Yushang to make an offer so readily, and at a price he couldn't refuse.
Yet the more readily Gong Yushang had done so, the more uneasy Meng Fan felt. The whole affair was growing stranger by the moment.
After a moment's thought, he said, "Even if Brother Gong makes that Xu Yi sound like some extraordinary figure, let me ask you this: with your current cultivation, can you really not defeat him?"
Meng Fan had little confidence in Gong Yushang's way of doing things or his character, but he admired Gong Yushang's cultivation from the bottom of his heart.
Slaying a corpse was naturally difficult. Achieving the Corpse Slaying Realm granted a lifespan of over a thousand years, the ability to discern Heaven's will and see through illusion. One was already half an immortal.
Across the Western Continent, among countless cultivators, fewer than one in ten thousand could reach the Corpse Slaying Realm.
What's more, Meng Fan himself had endured the hardships involved.
He had no idea how much effort he'd expended, how many preparations he'd made, or how many of his clan's resources he'd used. Even so, after countless trials and narrowly escaping death, he had only just managed to slay his lower corpse.
The so-called lower corpse was the ignorance and delusion gathered within one's divine embryo. It was also known as a corpse demon. Slaying the lower corpse allowed the divine embryo to better comprehend Heaven's will and grasp the Dao-heart.
It was an utterly crucial step in the process of cultivation.
Once the lower corpse was slain, its form was actually a mass of qi, also called