The great hall was silent for a long time.
Only then did Master Puguang receive the Buddhaâs decree, nodding, "The Bodhisattva has agreed."
"Please, Master Jiang, make sure to keep your promise."
Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
The negotiation was finally over.
At least it could delay for a year, ensuring the White Horse Temple would not hold enmity towards the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.
As for what happens after a year.
One could only take it one step at a time.
In the context of the arrival of the Ancient Giants, one could expect many major transformations; who knows what shape Taicang State would take by then, and maybe the White Horse Temple would no longer concern itself with this grudge.
"Alright, let me tell you the first clue."
"I found it on the continent."
Master Puguangâs smile slightly stiffened.
The high monks and Demon Suppression Guardian showed expressions of speechlessness.
Wasnât this just nonsense?
Since you come from the continent, this person surely sat into motion on the continent.
Is this consider a clue?
However, considering this was merely the first exchange of clues, Master Puguang tolerated it.
"Thank you, Master Jiang."
Jiang Fan cupped his hands in salute, "Iâve troubled the temple today, farewell."
Just as he was about to leave, Master Puguang said, "Hold on."
Jiang Fanâs heart tightened.
What, are they going to change their mind?
Master Puguang took a palm-sized golden Buddha out of his sleeve.
Buddha light flowed over it, emitting a faint sacred radiance.
Upon seeing it, everyone, including the Dharma Seal Vajra, showed strands of surprise.
"Master Jiang, this is a golden Buddha I carry with me, imbued with a trace of my Buddha rhythm."
"When encountering danger unmatchable, you may take it out."
"Anyone who recognizes the item may give me some face; those who do not, the Buddha rhythm will help you ward off calamity."
Jiang Fan was slightly surprised.
Was there still such things to deliver?
He had seen the wooden carved golden Buddha of the Sky Demon Emperor, truly treacherous and difficult.
It could block enemy attacks, even turn decay into miracle healing.
Surely, the golden Buddha of the Master at present was stronger than a wooden Buddha statue of Dharma Seal Vajra?
Master Puguang handed over the golden Buddha, "Attacks less powerful than my strength can be blocked, or if you suffer a fatal wound, it can save your life."
"However, it can only be used three times, use cautiously, Master Jiang."
Can it preserve life?
Jiang Fan nodded slightly, "Thank you, Master."
Already understood in his heart why Master Puguang was giving such a precious defensive magical treasure.
He was afraid Jiang Fan would be slain and no one would remove the Connecting Sky Black Pillar!
The White Horse Temple had long been domineering, having offended numerous forces.
They dared not seek revenge against the White Horse Temple, but they could murder Jiang Fan so that the Connecting Sky Black Pillar remained forever in the White Horse Temple.
Jiang Fan said:
"I hope your enemies of the White Horse Temple arenât too many!"
"Otherwise, even ten golden Buddhas wonât suffice."
The many high monks showed awkward expressions.
The White Horse Temple did indeed have many enemies.
Master Puguang chuckled, "As long as todayâs matter isnât leaked, who would trouble Master Jiang?"
True.
Their negotiation was known only to Jiang Fan and those of the White Horse Temple.
Outsiders only presumed Jiang Fan left the Connecting Sky Black Pillar forever at the White Horse Temple, rejoicing at misfortune.
Unless a whim struck their minds, who would consider troubling Jiang Fan?
"Alright, then I bid farewell."
"In a month, seek me in the territory of the continentâs Demon Race for the second piece of information."
"Donât come early, I donât want to be disturbed."
He turned and left the White Horse Temple.
Concubine Yunxia stood at the bow of the Spirit Boat, smiling charmingly, "Negotiated with the White Horse Temple?"
Jiang Fan nodded, "For a year, we donât need to worry about the White Horse Templeâs reprisals."
Concubine Yunxia glanced at the Connecting Sky Black Pillar left at the White Horse Temple, somewhat surprised at how Jiang Fan managed to retreat unscathed and made the White Horse Temple willingly let the Connecting Sky Black Pillar remain.
But the focus shouldnât be on this now.
Itâs Jiang Fan himself.
Sky Demon Emperor was dead, Ling Shuâs vengeance was completed.
Jiang Fan, however, felt even more sorrowful.
He had lost his goal.
Concubine Yunxia stepped forward resting her arm on his, and said softly:
"Letâs go back, you still have a task to complete."
Jiang Fan looked at her, puzzled.
Concubine Yunxia said, "Didnât you promise to accompany Ling Shu in the frontier for a month?"
"This promise, you should fulfill."
"Donât let her be there alone."
Jiang Fanâs nose tingled, he nodded, "Yes, letâs go back."
The two sailed away on the Spirit Boat.
Just as they were about to leave the coast, Jiang Fan sensed something and looked overhead.
The sky rippled briefly and Qi Yin Masterâs figure appeared from the invisibility state.
"Even the soul has reached the One-Orifice Nascent Soul Realm!"
Qi Yin Master showed strands of surprise, "Physique, soul, both attained, even the power is so strong itâs somewhat incomprehensible to me."
"Though you are not technically Nascent Soul, yet you are indeed Nascent Soul."
Jiang Fan saluted, "Senior Qi Yin, do you have instructions?"
This person bore no malice, otherwise action would have already been taken.
Qi Yin Master cast a worried glance back at the distant White Horse Temple, "Are you returning to the continent like this?"
"Not going to take a look at the Heavenly Ascending Ancient Road?"
Jiang Fan had no enthusiasm, slightly shook his head, "Thatâs an opportunity of your Taicang State, not welcoming outsiders."
"And, I have matters, unable to spare myself."
Qi Yin Master frowned:
"Not going is regrettable indeed."
"Some saw timeless knowledge at the end of the ancient road; others saw a pill furnace taller than the sky, even saw a Venerate long dead revived."
"All of us in the Nascent Soul Realm are eager to visit, but alas, the path is only open to those in the Core Formation Realm."
"With your prowess, surely you could advance faster than peers."
Hm?
Upon hearing of timeless knowledge and pill furnace, Jiang Fan felt unimpressed.
But hearing of the dead Venerate reviving made his eyes brighten briefly, then quickly dim again.
"How could the world offer resurrection?"
"Presumably, itâs some misunderstanding."
Beside him, Concubine Yunxia shook his arm, said:
"Jiang, before obtaining the Deceiving God Pearl, did you believe tribulation could be paused?"
"Everything is seen to be believed; how would you know without trying?"
"What if there really was a method for resurrection, wouldnât you regret missing it?"
Jiang Fanâs eyes brightened again.
Although knowing there was a good chance it would be a joyous disappointment.
But regardless, he should check it out.
Revived, he said, saluting: "Senior Qi Yin, my wife and I are children of the continent, itâs not easy to go up, right?"
Seeing Jiang Fanâs interest ignite, Qi Yin Master smiled, "Whatâs difficult about that?"
"This old man recommending you both up would suffice, I have this bit of face."
"Additionally, Iâd hope you can find my disciples Yu Peiyuan and Wei Chaoran."
"On the Heavenly Ascending Ancient Road, guide them somewhat."
Jiang Fan quickly replied, "I canât say Wei Brother, he might not appreciate my help."
"But Senior Sister Yu, if I can aid her, I will do my utmost."
Qi Yin Master nodded with a smile, "Good, follow me then."
Jiang Fanâs willingness to truly help one made it worth the slight cost he paid in recommending them both up.
White Horse Temple.
The deepest towering great hall.
Master Puguang stood respectfully in front of the hall door, "Puguang follows the Buddhaâs decree, dispatching monks immediately to Taicang State to seek the ancient temple."
After a pause, Master Puguang added, "Bodhisattva, why didnât you erase Jiang Fanâs memory together?"
In his view, Jiang Fan had only opened his mouth wide due to knowing the value of the Bodhi Tree, requesting exorbitantly.
If the Bodhisattva had also erased his memory, the matter would not have become so passive and troublesome.
The great hall was silent for a moment before a magnetic voice was heard.
"Attempted, failed."
Master Puguangâs aged eyes gradually widened.
Pupils contracted bit by bit.