Seeing Jiang Lu actually doubt him, he blew his beard and glared, his face nearly reddening from holding it in—though Jiang Lu could not see it.
His figure flickered, as though anger had made him turn illusory. Gritting his teeth, he said,
"No. I swear to heaven, this opportunity is given to you freely."
Jiang Lu stared at him for several minutes before slowly agreeing.
"Since that is the case, then I shall accept it. Rest assured, Senior, I will never let your inheritance end with me."
Jiang Lu said smugly. Hehe, she was certain this little old man's consciousness was about to dissipate, which was why he had urgently sought someone to receive his inheritance.
Seeing this, Carefree Venerable sighed, then the corners of his mouth rose. In any case, the inheritance had been passed on. His ten thousand years of waiting here had not been in vain.
Besides, the girl before him had a pure heart. She was neither monstrously wicked nor weak-willed. He could finally rest easy.
Jiang Lu sat cross-legged. Several incantations emerged from Carefree Daoist's mouth, and the stone statue suddenly blazed with light. Countless words appeared around it—spell after spell, move after move—circling the statue without end until they filled the entire hall.
Seeing this, Carefree Daoist's phantom slowly drifted before Jiang Lu. He crossed his hands before his chest, and a beam of white light shot toward her.
Jiang Lu only felt endless information flooding her sea of consciousness. Her sea of consciousness was crammed with vast amounts of information, and her brows furrowed slightly.
Her body instantly filled with spiritual energy. The bead within her immediately began revolving at high speed, rapidly purifying that spiritual power. Spiritual liquid flowed through her meridians and into her dantian.
Seeing this, Carefree Daoist smiled faintly.