Despite his youth, Azure Yang Old Devil had quite a reputation. Whatever else might be said of him, he was one of the outstanding Foundation Establishment Cultivators of the Primordial Yang Sect.
Surely, like Song Haocang himself, he wanted to walk farther along the immortal path.
Putting himself in the other man's shoes, Song Haocang felt confident that news of the "Three-Origin Fruit" would tempt him. He would never let this opportunity slip away.
"Fellow Daoist Qing Yang, as long as you secretly open a path and let me leave..."
"I will tell you everything I know about the Three-Origin Fruit, without a word of falsehood."
Seeing the attacks ease, Song Haocang rejoiced inwardly and struck while the iron was hot, transmitting his voice.
Although the Three-Origin Fruit, antiquity's foremost spiritual treasure for core formation, was priceless and possessed wondrous, heaven-defying effects, a divine fruit countless Foundation Establishment Cultivators dreamed of obtaining...
All he had was news of it. He had yet to get his hands on it.
Compared with his life, which mattered more was obvious. Reluctant though he was, he could only endure the pain of parting with it.
"Oh?"
"The Three-Origin Fruit was antiquity's foremost spiritual treasure for core formation. After the Primordial War, when the Cultivation World's spiritual energy began to decline, it gradually died out."
"By Middle Antiquity and Late Antiquity, it had disappeared entirely."
"How am I to know you haven't made up this lie on the spot because your life is in danger, Fellow Daoist?!"
As he controlled his magical artifacts, Liu Yu secretly reduced their force a little and questioned him without betraying anything on his face.
Though his words expressed doubt, his heart had already been stirred.
Otherwise, he would never have been willing to listen to this man's "nonsense" in