"I'm applying to the organization for a different assignment!"
"Application denied. It's already been decided that you're the one."
Meng Chuan rejected Luo Feng without a shred of mercy.
"You need to understand how important this assignment is to the organization. We're entrusting you with this responsibility because we believe in you."
"Look at the others. I won't even give them a glance, right?"
"I don't see it," Luo Feng said, shaking his head. "And I don't understand it either."
"I'm only a Void True God. I'm not up to this, Great Emperor!"
"If you can't see it, accept it first. If you can't accept it, agree with it first." Meng Chuan glared at Luo Feng.
"If you understand, carry it out. If you don't understand, carry it out anyway, and gradually come to understand it as you go."
"And what if I still can't agree with it or understand it in the end?"
Meng Chuan answered Luo Feng's question lightly.
"Then I'll kill you."
"..." Luo Feng fell silent, a deep sense of humiliation welling up in his heart.
"Okay, okay. I get how things work."
Then Luo Feng asked, "What do I do? Use the Lie Yuan Technique?"
"Now you're getting it." Meng Chuan nodded.
Nothing more needed to be said. If they wanted to draw out Saint Origin Hall, the Lie Yuan Technique was the only thing they could try.
Nothing else had much to do with Yuan.
The Lie Yuan Technique might be fairly widespread on the Origin Continent, but that didn't mean it was some common, run-of-the-mill art.
Well, perhaps it could be called one.
Even so, it was a supreme art left behind by a Hunyuan Lord. It was truly precious.
Even the weakest God King Secret Technique would be an immensely powerful method