At this moment, young monk Zhishan furrowed his brow tightly and looked at Qin Jiuge in confusion. He scratched his shiny little bald head, truly unable to understand for the moment—given Qin Jiuge's strength, how much stronger did he still need to become? After all, if he became any stronger, perhaps the only opponent left would be a true Great Emperor.
Then, beneath Qin Jiuge's expectant gaze, young monk Zhishan could only slowly speak. "Perhaps I must disappoint you, Divine Son. Sound of Dharma Temple in Myriad Buddha Province has no more powerful body-refining technique. Even if it did, it would only be stronger by the slightest margin. There could not be anything more.
Unless..."
"Unless what?"
Upon suddenly hearing young monk Zhishan's words, Qin Jiuge spoke again. With a single look, his eyes seemed to carry intense urgency, an expression that was difficult for anyone to understand.
"Unless Layman is willing to go to the Demon Suppressing Pagoda—the place where the formation was repaired before."
"If you go there, then with your talent, Layman may be able to achieve great things in the path of body refinement, perhaps even upon the path to the Quasi Emperor Realm."
"I simply wonder whether Layman is willing to give it a try?"
Young monk Zhishan stood with his palms pressed together. Though there was no coercion in him at this moment, there was already a measure of inducement, making Qin Jiuge involuntarily begin to consider it.
"You little monk, could this be deliberate?"
Qin Jiuge shot him a glance.
At this moment, young monk Zhishan wore an utterly harmless expression. "How could it be? Layman has misunderstood again. Those who leave the world do not utter falsehoods. This little monk would not lie."
But no matter what the little monk said, Qin