**Chapter 633: When Strength Reaches a Certain Level, the Answers Will Naturally Come**
When a skill that could originally only be maintained for 30 seconds, used for either self-preservation or killing powerful enemies, becomes a permanent fixture, Lin Moyu couldnât even imagine how much his strength had increased.
It felt like even leveling up three to five levels wouldnât bring such a significant improvement.
The only regret was that the fusion degree wasnât high enough, only 50%.
It would be much more difficult to further increase the fusion degree in the future compared to the first time.
"Itâs already very good, donât be greedy!"
"Take what you can get; being too greedy can lead to trouble."
Lin Moyu reminded himself that everything should be done in moderation.
He felt the space seem to twist slightly.
A wonderful fragrance entered his nose, and the warm sun shone on him, sweeping away all fatigue.
When Lin Moyu opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the pavilion.
Returning to the pavilion, his soul level had increased significantly, and his senses had become more acute.
Standing in the pavilion, besides the ancient and desolate feeling, there was also a sense of heaviness.
Previously, Lin Moyu had been focused on the assessment and hadnât observed carefully.
Now that the assessment was over and he had obtained both skills, he was completely relaxed and could sense the hidden heaviness within the ancient and desolate atmosphere.
"No, besides the heaviness, thereâs also a hint of killing intent."
Lin Moyu frowned slightly; he really sensed that killing intent.
There was no mistake.
This pavilion was a weapon, and it had been on the battlefield, killed enemies, and seen blood.
Many strong individuals had been killed by it, otherwise, such killing intent wouldnât have persisted for countless years.
Just like the aura left on him by the dragon clan, this was also the aura left by strong individuals before they died.
"Little friend, you guessed correctly."
Suddenly, a voice came from the front. Lin Moyu looked over and saw a stone table not far outside the pavilion, which had appeared without him noticing.
An old man was sitting at the table, with tea already brewed on it.
The fragrance of the tea wafted over with the sound of the voice.
The secret realm was already filled with a wonderful fragrance, but it couldnât overshadow the teaâs aroma.
This tea was extraordinary!
Lin Moyu had tasted many fine teas, and none of the teas from Meng Anwenâs place were anything but top-notch.
But compared to this tea... they were far inferior.
Lin Moyu walked out of the pavilion and approached. When he got closer, he saw the old manâs appearance clearly.
He was instantly stunned, and it took him a few seconds to react. He quickly bowed and greeted, "Greetings, senior."
The old man was the one who rode the green ox in the starry sky and killed countless strong individuals with a wave of his hand.
Lin Moyu had once suspected that the old man was the legendary Laozi from Chinese mythology, but he didnât dare to ask.
The old man smiled, "Little friend, do you have many questions?"
Lin Moyu nodded, then immediately shook his head.
The old manâs smile didnât change, "Little friend, you nodded and then shook your head. Nodding is instinctive, wanting to ask. Shaking your head is restraint, not daring to ask. Afraid that the more you know, the faster you die."
Lin Moyu looked at the old man in shock, his thoughts guessed by him.
If it was just a guess, that would be fine, but if it wasnât...
Cold sweat broke out on Lin Moyuâs back.
The old man continued, "Little friend, you are thinking, if I guessed it, that would be fine. If I didnât guess it, that would be terrifying."
He knew again!
Lin Moyuâs heart skipped a beat, and he stopped thinking, directly saying, "Senior, please donât tease me."
The old man pointed to the stone stool by the table, "Sit down and have some tea."
Lin Moyu shook his head, "In front of a senior, I dare not sit. Iâll stand."
The old man said, "Do you want me to keep looking up at you while we talk?"
Lin Moyu smiled awkwardly and immediately sat down.
Before sitting, he picked up the teapot and poured a cup for the old man and himself.
The tea was colorless, like clear water.
But the fragrance was overwhelming.
Lin Moyu sat down, staring at the cup of tea, and couldnât help but praise, "This tea is extraordinary."
The old man laughed heartily, "You havenât even tasted it, how do you know itâs extraordinary?"
Lin Moyu said, "The fragrance is overwhelming, even the wonderful fragrance of the secret realm canât overshadow it."
"What else?"
Lin Moyu gathered his courage and continued, "Also, tea usually has a color, but this tea is colorless. It has fragrance but no color, which further proves its extraordinariness."
The old man nodded and smiled, "Although you are talking nonsense, you passed. Since you say this tea is extraordinary, drink it."
"Thank you for your generosity, senior!" Lin Moyu didnât hesitate and drank the tea.
The tea was like clear water, with no taste.
The tea didnât go down his throat; it turned into vapor in his mouth.
Then a clear energy rushed to his soul.
The Nine-Color Dragon Soul Crystal had no reaction, allowing the clear energy to enter his soul.
His soul felt like it was bathed in sweet dew, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.
His soul level rapidly increased, almost instantly reaching level 92.
The higher the soul level, the harder it is to improve.
He had just reached level 91, but it only took a cup of tea to reach level 92.
"Seniorâs methods are truly extraordinary." Lin Moyu couldnât help but praise, sincerely and genuinely. He had already figured it out; in front of the old man, any small tricks were useless.
It was better to be straightforward and open, which might be better.
If the other party really had malicious intent, it wouldnât take much effort; a single glance would be enough.
The old man asked, "Now you are sincere. Why does a good child have so many tricks?"
Lin Moyu smiled bitterly, "There are too many mysteries in the world that I canât solve. I always want to find answers. Some answers canât be obtained without a bit of cleverness."
"The mysteries you speak of are as clear as a mirror to me. Do you know why?" the old man asked.
Lin Moyu now answered whatever came to mind, knowing he couldnât hide anything, "Strength, realm, and knowledge."
The old man was quite satisfied with Lin Moyuâs answer, "Not bad. So?"
Lin Moyu continued, "So, thereâs no need to use too much cleverness, and thereâs no need to seek answers too early. When strength reaches a certain level, the answers will naturally come."
The old man nodded, also taking a sip of tea, "When one method is understood, all methods are understood. Thereâs no need to be deliberate; the more deliberate, the more one falls behind."
"You just need to maintain a pure heart and keep climbing higher. The answers will naturally appear."
Lin Moyuâs eyes lit up, "I will remember this."
The old man continued to ask, "Do you know why the Ghost Husband wants to kill you?"
It was the first time Lin Moyu heard the name Ghost Husband and immediately realized that the Ghost Husband was the old man who presided over the assessment earlier.
Lin Moyu shook his head, "I donât know, but I think it should be related to my second source skill."
The old man nodded, "Have you ever doubted the authenticity of the ancient starry road you saw earlier?"
Lin Moyu spoke honestly, "I have doubted it, but my intuition tells me itâs real. You really killed countless strong individuals with a wave of your hand."
The old man laughed, "Since thatâs the case, the Ghost Husband claims to be my servant. Do you still dare not listen to him?"
Lin Moyu smiled awkwardly, knowing that his little trick at that time didnât fool the other party, "I just didnât want to give up the source skill, and I didnât dare to offend him."
Hahaha!
The old man laughed heartily, very happily.
Lin Moyu suddenly felt that the Ghost Husband laughed the same way.
Or rather, the Ghost Husbandâs laughter was imitating the old manâs.
Not just the laughter, but all of the Ghost Husbandâs actions were imitating the old man.
But he only imitated the form, not the essence.
The old manâs every move was natural, with a sense of Daoist naturalness.
The Ghost Husband, on the other hand, seemed deliberate, which was one of the reasons Lin Moyu had doubted him at the time.
After laughing a few times, the old man spoke again, "You are very smart, starting to doubt him early on."
"His words are both true and false. The truth is that I did let him manage the assessment space. The falsehood is that he is not my servant."
"He wants to kill you because you want to obtain the second source skill."
"Thatâs because of a bet between him and me. Do you want to know what the bet is?"
Lin Moyu shook his head quickly, "I donât want to know. You said that when strength, realm, and knowledge reach a certain level, the answers will naturally come."
The old man laughed again, "Good, good, learning and applying, you are indeed very good."
Lin Moyu sincerely said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. I will remember it."
The old man said, "I will now give you a chance to ask a question. You can ask one question, just one."
"No matter what the question is, I will answer truthfully."
The old manâs meaning was clear; he wanted to see what question Lin Moyu would ask.
If the question was too deep, even if he answered, Lin Moyu wouldnât understand, and it might cause trouble.
If the question was too shallow, it would only disappoint him.
It was another test.
Lin Moyu thought for a moment and gathered his courage, "Really, I can ask anything?"
"Yes, ask anything." The old man sipped his tea slowly, closing his eyes slightly.
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