Puzhi's Choice. A Tremendous Haul! Black Word Trait!

Cang Song suddenly leaped up and grabbed his sword, which was wrapped in lightning.

With an angry roar.

He slashed down with his sword, and countless bolts of lightning transformed into divine radiance, tearing apart the earth as they blasted toward Puzhi.

"Compassionate Buddha."

Facing this strike, Puzhi softly recited a Buddhist invocation. The gravity in his eyes turned to calm acceptance, as though he had already cast life and death aside.

At once.

A great golden formation rose beneath his feet, Buddhist mantras appearing as the golden formation slowly spread outward.

Heavenly lightning crashed against the formation, sending up towering waves of force.

"Great Brahma Prajna?"

Cang Song was instantly startled, and in the next moment, the shockwave sent him flying.

Feeling Puzhi's resolve to die.

Cang Song roared in exasperation, "I'll come back for you!"

Then he turned and flew away.

"Amitabha."

Puzhi merely murmured the Buddhist invocation and did not pursue him. After all, he himself was already at the end of his strength.

The next moment.

Puzhi staggered.

"Master, are you all right?"

At some point, Su Han had emerged from the ruined temple. He carefully supported Puzhi and helped him sit down slowly.

"Amitabha. Young benefactor, there is no need to worry about this old monk. Please check on those two young benefactors for me. How are they?"

Su Han nodded at once. "Don't worry, Master. Leave it to me."

As he spoke.

Su Han ran over to check on Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu.

Perhaps because of his butterfly effect, Zhang Xiaofan had prepared an extra steamed bun and been delayed a little longer, putting him farther from the center of the battle than in the original story.

As a result, just like Lin Jingyu, Zhang Xiaofan had merely fallen unconscious and was not injured.

"Master, they are both only unconscious. There are no injuries on them."

Su Han hurried back to Puzhi and reported.

Yet as he looked at Puzhi now.

Su Han was surprised to discover that Puzhi, who had seemed weak and drained of Qi and Blood just moments ago, now had steady breathing and showed no sign of injury at all.

It seems he already took the Three-Day Death Pill.

When Puzhi heard that Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were unharmed, he nodded slightly.

"Amitabha."

After saying that.

Puzhi looked at Su Han before him. "Young benefactor, you said earlier that you wished to join the Qingyun Sect as a disciple?"

"Yes, Master. Why do you ask?"

Su Han sounded calm, but inwardly he was extremely tense, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

He knew that Puzhi was about to seek out his final inheritor before his death!

After planning for so long, this was the moment Su Han had been waiting for.

This world was simply too dangerous.

Su Han absolutely did not want to one day die like the villagers of Caomiao Village—silently, without leaving the slightest trace.

And if Puzhi passed Great Brahma Prajna on to him, it would undoubtedly become one of the firmest foundations on his path to becoming strong. It was incomparably important!

Su Han even suspected.

Since he had not fallen unconscious, if Puzhi chose to pass Great Brahma Prajna to Zhang Xiaofan instead, then he would surely die!

How could he not be nervous?

Meanwhile.

Hearing Su Han's question, Puzhi did not answer. He simply stared blankly at Su Han, his expression complicated.

This old monk has but one final wish remaining—to cultivate both Buddhist and Daoist arts...

This young benefactor before me intends to join the Qingyun Sect. Could this meeting truly be destined by Heaven?

With that thought in mind, Puzhi turned to look at Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan.

Those two young benefactors could also join the Qingyun Sect.

But one of them possesses exceptional bones and will surely receive special attention. If I pass Great Brahma Prajna to him, he will never be able to keep it hidden.

The other has poor aptitude and could conceal Great Brahma Prajna.

But...

Compared to this helpful, steadfast, intelligent, and levelheaded young benefactor before me, he falls far short.

At that thought.

Puzhi finally looked at Su Han again, and the hesitation in his eyes was gone.

"Excellent, excellent."

"All things are bound by fate; destiny has long been decreed. Compassionate Buddha."

After softly reciting a Buddhist invocation, Puzhi spoke again.

"This old monk has a cultivation method. Would you be willing to learn it, young benefactor?"

Su Han was instantly overjoyed.

Facing Master Puzhi, who could determine his life or death with a single thought, he did not dare hesitate in the slightest and immediately said.

"Master, please accept me! This disciple, Su Han, is willing to cultivate Master's technique!"

Puzhi looked at Su Han, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Amitabha. This master did not misjudge you. My disciple, you truly are exceedingly intelligent."

After praising him.

Puzhi spoke again.

"But you must promise this master several things!"

Puzhi's tone was exceptionally solemn.

"Please speak, Master!"

"After learning it, you must never tell anyone else about this matter. Not even your closest family. Can you do that?"

Su Han's young face was equally solemn at that moment.

"This disciple swears that I will never mention to anyone what I saw, heard, or learned today!"

Puzhi nodded in satisfaction.

He slowly crouched down and grasped Su Han's shoulders. "In addition, you must practice this technique once every day, but you must not cultivate it in front of others."

"You may only cultivate when the night is deep and all is quiet. Can you do that?"

"This disciple can!"

Upon hearing Su Han's answer, Puzhi not only did not release his hands, but gripped Su Han's shoulders even harder.

Black Qi now covered Puzhi's face. Something like blood seemed to flow through his eyes, and even his voice carried a trace of sinister chill.

Clearly.

Because of his injuries, Puzhi could no longer suppress the Demonic Nature of the Blood Devouring Pearl and had already been affected by it.

"One more thing!"

"The most important thing of all: unless it is a life-or-death situation, you must never use this art."

"Can you!"

"Do it?"

"I can!"

Su Han did not hesitate in the slightest. His answer was firm and decisive.

"Excellent, excellent, hahaha..."

Receiving Su Han's affirmative answer, Puzhi stood up and threw back his head in hearty laughter.

At that moment.

Su Han finally had the chance to inspect Puzhi's current traits.

Name: Puzhi

Identity: One of Tianyin Temple's Four Great Divine Monks

Traits: Demonic Buddha Body, Demonic Heart (Black), Merit Wheel (White), Prodigious Talent (Red), Demonic Nature (Red)...

"Gasp!"

"Black, black, black... a Black Word Trait!"

Seeing Puzhi's traits, Su Han subconsciously drew in a sharp breath, his eyes filled with shock.

He had considered that Puzhi's traits would certainly be greatly enhanced after he fell to demonic corruption. After all, becoming darkened made one three times stronger—there was no joking about that.

But Su Han had previously estimated that there would at most be a strengthened golden trait combining Buddhist arts and Demonic Nature.

Su Han had never imagined that one of Puzhi's traits would actually be a Black Word Trait, second only to colored traits!

I've struck it rich! I've hit the jackpot!

Su Han swallowed with difficulty, wild joy surging through his heart.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he impatiently recited inwardly to the system.

System, designate Puzhi's trait for plundering: Demonic Buddha Body, Demonic Heart (Black)!

Ding! Congratulations, Host, on successfully plundering a trait. Puzhi's trait has been plundered: Demonic Buddha Body, Demonic Heart (Black)

Ding! Congratulations, Host, on successfully adding a trait. New trait acquired: Demonic Buddha Body, Demonic Heart (Black)

Just as Su Han was brimming with excitement and wanted to see what effect this Black Word Trait actually had.

Puzhi turned around again and spoke.

"I have taken the Three-Day Death Pill. I have only three days left to live."

"If your life is ever in danger in the future, seek out someone called the Ghost Doctor. Tell him that the monk Puzhi of Tianyin Temple sent you to find him."

As he spoke.

Puzhi took a blood-red bead covered in patterns from his sleeve and held it out before Su Han.