Jiang Che trusted Chunji.
Although, when Chunji proposed that method, a scene had flashed through his mind: Chunji tricking him into carrying the Magic Artifact deep into danger, delivering it straight to his reincarnation's doorstep; deceiving him into standing on that formation drawn in blood, throwing his life away for nothing.
But he had immediately dismissed that possibility.
Chunji's conduct throughout their previous encounters had long since proven him trustworthy.
Without Chunji telling him about the calamity that came every seven years, none of this would even have begun.
Had Chunji not taught him the Bodhi Heart Lamp, he would never have made it to Puxin's doorstep today.
He had trusted him twice already, and both times had genuinely helped bring the truth to light. Why refuse to trust him the third time?
Nor could this have been some long game plotted well in advance.
Within a Time Fragment instance lay history's illusory echoes. Whenever Jiang Che entered anew, he could bring his memories with him, but Chunji knew nothing at all. He could not possibly know what had happened in previous instances, so how could he have had any opportunity to lay such a scheme?
More importantly, everything Chunji had said matched reality, detail for detail.
The calamity every seven years was real. He had placed his true spirit within the sword, seeking annihilation, only for a new Evil Spirit to be born within it. That, too, was real.
Even Chunji himself probably never imagined that his Age of Utmost Evil would reincarnate within this Demon Sword, receiving daily offerings from the beloved disciple he had personally protected for fourteen years, being called "Master" day after day.
When he heard of this, how could the grief and heaviness on his face have been feigned?
And the so-called utmost good