Seeing Zhao Xincheng back down and state his position, Cang Yuan let the matter rest. He did not press him further.
In truth, he had guessed what Zhao Xincheng was planning.
Pan Long was the reincarnation of someone with great supernatural powers, and the speed at which he cultivated in this life was almost unimaginable. In three to five years, he might become a Grandmaster who had achieved Unity of Heaven and Man. In another decade or so, he might even attain the realm of Immortal Buddhas.
Faced with someone like that, unless they could be certain of suppressing him, even killing him would not solve the problem.
Immortal Buddhas were undying. Killing him might not destroy him at all; it might instead awaken his previous life.
Once his previous life awakened, he might not lightly break the precept against killing as a venerable of the Buddhist School, but he would have no trouble taking revenge in other ways.
For one thing, what would you do if he simply pinned a hand to your forehead, chanted a spell, and forcibly converted you?
Spend the rest of your life dutifully striking a wooden fish and eating greens?
Zhao Xincheng's plan was nothing more than to draw closer to Pan Long while he was not yet especially strong.
There might be specific measures involved that Cang Yuan could not guess for now, but that was the general direction.
Given Zhao Xincheng's character, he knew more underhanded tricks, but he disdained using them.
For people like them, breaking through and living longer were certainly important. But if the price was changing how they did things and laying down their pride... it was not worth it.
A life lasted no more than two hundred-odd years. No one who dared take office in the Wind