"Little Friend Su, you're overthinking it. You used a soul technique to heal the chronic ailment in my soul. No matter what, that makes you this old man's benefactor. How could I possibly harm you?"
After hearing Mad Old Man's words, Su Fang still looked utterly unconvinced.
Seeing that Su Fang was impervious to persuasion, Mad Old Man could only come clean. "Actually, with this old man's body, I simply can't enter the Heavenly Spirit Pool."
"There are two conditions for entering the Heavenly Spirit Pool. First, one's bone age cannot exceed thirty. Second, one must possess a Divine Physique. Otherwise, the spiritual energy within the Heavenly Spirit Pool will burst one apart."
"And Little Friend Su happens to meet both conditions."
"The reason this old man intends to send you in is that I hope you can help me obtain a Heavenly Spirit Flower from within, so I can restore my cultivation."
"This old man suffered a hidden injury to his dantian in his early years, and my cultivation has been dissipating year by year. Only the Heavenly Spirit Flower can treat my hidden injury."
"That is why I took notice of you the first time I saw you break through."
Hearing Mad Old Man's rather "sincere" explanation,
Su Fang also became somewhat uncertain, unable to tell truth from falsehood for the moment.
He then asked, "Old Sun, what was your cultivation at your peak?"
Mad Old Man proudly replied, "Eleventh Stage, Martial Saint."
"Cough, cough..." Su Fang coughed repeatedly in shock.
A Martial Saint?
That was the highest realm in this world aside from a Martial God.
No wonder Mad Old Man was so obsessed with recovering his cultivation.
After all, anyone who had once been a Martial Saint but had now fallen to the Martial King realm