He suddenly laughed, his face radiant. That confidence was not off-putting; it even made one want to gather him into an embrace and kiss him gently.
"Memory is the smallest flaw. You spent lifetime after lifetime in the Buddhist Sect. Your flesh, bones, and nascent soul spirit were all deeply influenced by it. The 'divinity' within your body never disappeared, so I'm gambling on that."
His tone grew firm. "I'm betting that you won't kill me, Senior Brother Xuanji."
His frankness instead made Xie Xiyi laugh in a low voice. "Then you're certain to lose."
Chi Yu said, "I know I'm very likely to lose. But even with only a one-in-a-hundred-million chance, I'll still take that bet. This is my promise to you, Senior Brother Xuanji. Those who promise lightly seldom keep their word-that's what you taught me."
Something deep shifted in his eyes. "So, Senior Brother Xuanji, do you dare bet against me?"
Xie Xiyi tightened his grip on Phantom Lightning. Phantom Lightning was still humming. It had no artifact spirit, yet it still possessed considerable intelligence. Just as Chi Yu had said, Phantom Lightning was a Buddha Bone refined by Xie Xiyi, and was itself a manifestation of Xie Xiyi's prajna wisdom.
The spirituality within Phantom Lightning was, in fact, the "self" Chi Yu had spoken of-a small part of Xuanji's "self."
Had Xuanji been there, he would surely have thought with immense gratification and pride that Chi Yu's comprehension had reached such heights, and that he truly had the makings of a Buddha-son.
But with the present Xie Xiyi, it was rather like playing music to a cow.
Xie Xiyi chuckled softly without answering.
Chi Yu pressed him aggressively. "Do you dare bet against me? Senior Brother Xuanji, I dare bet against you with only a one-in-a-hundred-million