Puzhi's Idea!

Caomiao Village.

In the ruins of the ruined temple.

"Compassion?"

Hearing the old monk sigh.

Ye Xuan couldn't help rolling his eyes.

At a time like this, he still had the leisure to hand out good-person cards to others.

Puzhi was lucky to have run into him.

If he'd met someone else, he would've been completely dead by now.

"That's enough."

"Stop getting all sentimental over yourself."

Ye Xuan muttered irritably.

He flipped his wrist.

A small white jade porcelain bottle appeared in his palm.

Before the stopper was even pulled, a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted out.

The stale, moldy smell in the ruined temple was instantly swept away.

"This is..."

Puzhi's originally murky eyes trembled slightly.

What an intense vitality!

Just taking one breath.

The searing pain in his chest seemed to ease somewhat.

Ye Xuan casually pulled out the stopper.

He poured out a round, golden pill.

Around the pill, a ring of tiny pill markings faintly moved, almost as if they were alive.

"Open your mouth."

Ye Xuan pinched the pill and brought it to Puzhi's lips.

Puzhi's pupils suddenly contracted.

This was...

A spirit pill?

And one of an extremely high grade, at that!

"Young benefactor, you mustn't!"

"The Seven-tailed Centipede's poison has already reached my heart..."

Puzhi shook his head with a bitter smile.

He didn't want to waste the child's kindness.

Nor did he want to give anyone false hope at a time like this.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Ye Xuan frowned.

He hated this sort of wishy-washy personality the most.

Whether you're going to live or die, couldn't you just give a straight answer?

While Puzhi had his mouth open to speak.

Ye Xuan flicked his finger.

The round pill turned into a streak of light and shot precisely into Puzhi's throat.

"Gulp."

Puzhi didn't have time to react before the pill had already slid down his esophagus.

The instant the pill entered his stomach.

A warm current suddenly exploded from Puzhi's dantian.

It was like spring returning to withered wood.

The meridians, already riddled with damage from the poison, began repairing themselves rapidly under the nourishment of the warm current.

Puzhi's eyes suddenly widened.

His pair of murky old eyes were filled with disbelief.

He could clearly feel the black qi entrenched around his heart meridian. When it encountered the warm current, it was like a mouse seeing a cat.

It hissed and gave off white smoke before rapidly dissipating.

"Pfft!"

Puzhi suddenly leaned forward and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.

The blood landed on the dry grass, instantly producing a sizzling, corrosive sound.

A foul stench filled the air.

But after spitting out that blood.

Puzhi's originally ashen complexion began visibly regaining its color.

His breathing also became steady and powerful.

He was alive!

Puzhi stared blankly at the black blood on the ground, then at his hands, which had regained their sensation.

It was... cured?

The Seven-tailed Centipede's deadly poison that had troubled cultivators across the world for centuries.

It had actually been cured just like that?

This was too absurd!

"How is it?"

"I told you the King of Hell couldn't take you."

Ye Xuan clapped his hands, his expression utterly calm.

It was as though he'd just done something insignificant.

This pill was the Nine Revolutions Clear Spirit Pill he'd refined at Tianyuan Mountain.

Although it wasn't some immortal pill capable of defying heaven and changing fate.

It was still a mid-grade pill. Curing the Seven-tailed Centipede's poison was nothing difficult.

Seeing Ye Xuan's careless expression.

The storm raging in Puzhi's heart refused to settle.

He drew a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart.

He pressed his palms together and bowed deeply to Ye Xuan.

That bow.

It was completely sincere.

"Amitabha."

"Young benefactor, I will never forget the grace of your life-saving kindness."

In Puzhi's heart.

This spirit pill had been bestowed upon Ye Xuan by an elder of the Qingyun Sect for the sake of saving his life.

Yet Ye Xuan had used it to save Puzhi's life.

"That's enough. Stop bowing."

"Now that the poison is gone, you won't die anymore."

"Keep this lousy pearl safe yourself."

Ye Xuan pointed at the Blood Devouring Pearl in Puzhi's hand, which he hadn't yet had the chance to put away.

Puzhi froze.

He lowered his head and glanced at the Blood Devouring Pearl in his hand.

Earlier, he had planned to hand this scourge over to Ye Xuan to deal with.

Now that he had survived, he naturally couldn't allow this evil object to harm a child.

He hurriedly put the Blood Devouring Pearl into his robes and hid it close to his body.

After doing all this.

Puzhi looked at Ye Xuan again.

This time.

His gaze had changed.

He was no longer looking at a junior, but scrutinizing a fellow cultivator.

When Ye Xuan had given him the medicine earlier, his movements had been rough.

But Puzhi had clearly sensed an incomparably pure Daoist True Qi.

That True Qi.

Vast, upright, and pure.

It was actually deeper than that of many Qingyun Sect elders he'd met!

The Shangqing Realm!

He was definitely in the Shangqing Realm!

A twelve- or thirteen-year-old powerhouse of the Shangqing Realm!

Such talent.

Such cultivation.

It was simply unheard of and never before seen!

Suddenly.

An extremely bold thought began growing wildly in Puzhi's mind.

Like weeds, it was impossible to suppress.

Why had he come to the Qingyun Sect this time?

Wasn't it to persuade Dao Xuan Zhenren to merge the true teachings of Buddhism and Daoism and unravel the mystery of immortality?

Dao Xuan had rejected him outright.

It was because of his despair that he had ended up in tonight's predicament.

But now.

The heavens had sent Ye Xuan before him.

This was heaven's will!

Ye Xuan was a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, and an unparalleled genius at that.

His status in the Qingyun Sect was absolutely extraordinary.

If he taught him the Great Brahma Prajna...

With his talent, learning the Great Brahma Prajna would be as easy as turning over his hand.

By then.

With the true teachings of Buddhism and Daoism gathered in one person.

Wouldn't the path to immortality be right beneath his feet?

At this thought.

Puzhi's heart, which had originally fallen into deathly stillness, began pounding violently once more.

The murkiness in his eyes vanished completely.

In its place were two blazing flames.

They were his longing for immortality.

They were the fanaticism of seeing his lifelong wish on the verge of being fulfilled.

"Young benefactor."

"I... have an unreasonable request."

Puzhi's voice trembled slightly. It was no longer because of weakness, but excitement.

He struggled up from the ground and staggered over to Ye Xuan's back.

"Speak."

Ye Xuan was concise.

He had more or less guessed what the old monk wanted.

But he still wanted to verify his guess.

"Young benefactor, your talent is extraordinary. You are a cultivation prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years."

"I am willing to impart the Tianyin Temple's supreme true art, the Great Brahma Prajna, to you without reservation."

"Would you be willing, Host?"

Puzhi swallowed and organized his words.

After he finished speaking.

Puzhi stared fixedly at Ye Xuan's face, afraid of missing even the slightest expression.

He believed.

There was no cultivator who could refuse such temptation.

That was the Tianyin Temple's foundational secret art!

A supreme cultivation method as renowned as the Qingyun Sect's Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao!

Once he mastered it.

He would possess the strengths of both Buddhism and Daoism, and be free to roam the world!

However.

What Puzhi hadn't expected was that.

Ye Xuan's expression was remarkably calm.

"Not interested."

Three words.

Light and airy.

Yet they were like a basin of ice water poured over Puzhi's head.

Puzhi was completely stunned.

He gaped at Ye Xuan, staring blankly.

Was there something wrong with his ears?