Published at 20th of June 2026 8:35 pm

Chapter 1226: Founding Primordial Spirit Body

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The so-called Ancestral Moon Soul Spring is actually not a spring, but a pool of moonlight.

Clearly, he jumped into the spring, yet Ning Fan felt no sense of reality. Around him, only moonlight flowed like water, touching yet remaining dry; fine traces of Chaos Qi mingled within the moonlight, lingering gently around.

In the depths, unreachable, endless moonlight sank to the bottom of the spring, the source of all moonlight in the Dreamland Realm.

Ning Fan kept descending, fully unleashing his cultivation speed. He dove downward at an extraordinary pace, covering the distance of several hundred starry skies, yet still felt the bottom of the spring was as distant as ever.

Evidently, the interior of the Soul Spring had become its own world, vast and boundless, and even with Ning Fan’s Ice Rain Technique fully unleashed, he couldn’t glimpse the slightest edge of this world.

About two hours later, Ning Fan stopped descending. His current position was deep enough, and the surrounding Chaos Qi seemed to slightly exceed his tolerance.

Continuing to dive clearly wasn’t a wise choice.

"Here is good enough... Next, I just need to absorb enough Chaos Qi to initially cultivate the Five Elements Primordial Body."

Ning Fan sat cross-legged in the flow of moonlight, employing the method of the Five Elements Primordial Body. Instantly, countless strands of Chaos Qi emitted a faint glow, flowing into his body. If any Disciple from the Liangyi Sect saw this scene, surely they’d be amazed by Ning Fan’s bold straightforwardness.

After all, even the Immortal Emperors of the Liangyi Sect needed to be cautious when absorbing Chaos Qi; ordinary people wouldn’t dare to absorb it so brazenly like Ning Fan.

"At this rate, within at most one more hour, I can initially advance to the Grand Five Elements and gain the physique of the Five Elements Primordial Body... This is only the beginning; to truly perfect and complete the physique will require countless efforts..."

Ning Fan focused his mind, completely immersed in cultivation, forgetting everything outside himself.

As cultivation progressed, all sorts of changes began to happen to Ning Fan’s body: sometimes a three-foot magnetic glow exuded, forming a shield; sometimes a supreme azure glimmer transformed into a green bird, circling above his head; sometimes a chill permeated his body, as if turning it into a block of ice; sometimes he was encased in flames, seemingly becoming a ball of fire.

Throughout, over four hundred different changes appeared on Ning Fan’s body, each representing a different physique choice.

It’s not that Ning Fan could choose just any one; among the four hundred and more Primordial Bodies, only five physiques matched his essence. The others were not entirely unsuitable, but weren’t the most compatible with Ning Fan’s being, making it difficult to perfect them to a complete success.

"Which of these five advancement directions should I choose..."

Ning Fan carefully sensed the differences among the five selectable physiques.

The first physique aligned with his ancient demons identity, activated with a protective five-colored demon cloud, providing formidable defense, along with the Cloud Technique which recently piqued his interest.

The second physique appeared to be an offensive one, surrounded by Primordial Chaos Thunder when activated, with formidable killing power that could daunt a Quasi-Saint.

The third physique pursued extreme speed, allowing a Master to virtualize their body into Heavenly Earth Spirit Seed for flight, doubling cultivation speed or more.

The fourth physique was an extremely rare treasure-holding physique, which, once cultivated, could significantly enhance the power of magical treasure.

Ning Fan was most interested in the fifth physique.

Surprisingly, it was a physique related to spirits. When activated, Ning Fan could distinctly feel the unease and tension of the spiritual power within him.

This uneasiness did not imply an inability for coexistence; at least compatibility was acceptable, allowing for the possibility of cultivating the fifth physique.

Yet... a matchless Crippled Divine Spirit Physique was actually frightened by an unknown Primordial Body? This was the first time Ning Fan had encountered such a situation.

Bear in mind, aside from the Divine Spirit Wasted Body, Ning Fan also cultivated other numerous physiques, like the Grand Five Elements Body, Corpse devil physique, Six Desires Bone... but none ever caused a threat to the Divine Spirit Physique.

Because the levels were different.

In other words, this fifth physique was, in fact, a formidable one, possibly comparable to the Divine Spirit Wasted Body!

After only a few breaths, Ning Fan made his choice among the five advancement directions.

As progression continued, five orbs of clear breath began circling around Ning Fan, four dim and one bright.

The four dim orbs had no real power, mere empty frameworks, seemingly needing something to fill them to gain power.

The sole bright orb shone with divine light, for it had been infused with the power of an Ancient Deity!

Two hours later, the five orbs of clear breath were completely solidified, signifying the thorough advancement of Ning Fan’s Primordial Body.

Ning Fan exhaled a long breath, opened his eyes, and observed the five orbs of clear breath floating around him, with some ineffable meaning.

"The jade scroll given to me by the All-knowing Senior didn’t record this Primordial physique. Could it be the Liangyi Sect of old never had anyone cultivate this physique? Five orbs of clear breath, four dim and one bright, yet the magnificent power of an Ancient Deity fills only a single orb... could the others require forces of similar rank to fill them..."

Suddenly, a phrase from the Faux Dao Sutra surfaced in Ning Fan’s mind: Heaven and Earth Five Spirits, Divine, Demon, Old Monster, Immortal, Spirit.

A vision of an unwinnable Liu Bo game seemed to appear before his eyes again, where the Divine, Demon, Old Monster, Immortal, and Spirit on both sides of the board were leading their camps into battle...

"It seems I’ve cultivated the most useless, yet possibly the most terrifying Primordial Body... Saying it’s useless is because the five orbs of clear breath it derives currently have only one lit. Only lighting two or more orbs can initially trigger this physique’s hidden ability... Through various coincidences, I’ve cultivated the Divine Spirit body; for me to cultivate any one of the other four spirits and light up a second orb, it’s as difficult as ascending to the heavens... But if the day ever comes when I’ve succeeded, perhaps I’ll become more fearsome than even the Ancient Deities..."

Ning Fan chuckled lightly, showing no excessive expectations.

He didn’t even know the name of the Primordial Body he had cultivated.

Then let’s simply ask.

Communication with All Things, activate!

Like a madman, Ning Fan stretched out his palm, speaking to it, "Primordial Body, tell me your name."

[Founding Primordial Spirit Body, Founding Primordial Spirit Body, Founding Primordial Spirit Body...]

"Founding Primordial Spirit Body? Never heard of it... Though it does sound impressive, it’s a pity it’s so difficult to perfect, gathering the five spirit physiques seems practically a fantasy..."

While Ning Fan was chatting with his palm, his gaze suddenly shifted, and he stopped speaking.

At that moment, eerie laughter suddenly echoed around the flowing moonlit water!

"Hee hee hee, Teacher, look, there’s a fool over there talking to his own hand."

"Could it be this fool’s brain has been messed up by Chaos Qi? Going insane already?"

"Looks like we don’t need to expel him; the Chaos Qi will extinguish him by itself."

"Forget it, let’s still drive him away, after all, this place is our clan’s sacred ground, cannot let it be trifled with..."

Ning Fan frowned slightly, having sensed the presence of a special life form here from the beginning upon setting foot at the bottom of the spring, yet he hadn’t paid much attention to it.

His principle is: If people do not offend me, I will not offend them. If others do not make a move, he will not pay them any mind.

But if someone attacks him, he will not go easy on them.

"Moon Slash!"

A few shadows flashed past in the water, followed by several Immortal Venerable level Sword Qi rushing towards Ning Fan, all in crescent-shaped sword arcs.

Those Immortal Venerable sword arcs were nothing special, but the eerie thing was, they could absorb the continuous Chaos Qi in this place to enhance themselves.

With the blessing of Chaos Qi, those mere Immortal Venerable sword arcs seemed to possess the power of Immortal Emperor sword arcs! Even Ning Fan didn’t dare to underestimate them and summoned the Reverse Sea Sword, slicing those sword arcs into pieces.

"This guy is so strong! We can’t beat him. Teacher, you should strike!" several anxious voices shouted.

"Alright! Withdraw, and let this old man cut down this thief! Great Blue Lotus Moonlight Slash!"

Zi zi zi!

Ning Fan suddenly heard a sizzling thunderous sound from the surrounding water, resembling the sharp cries of a thousand birds, and then those thunderous sounds converged into a thousand-zhang blue sword arc, like a blue moon in the sky, howling towards him!

This was an Immortal Emperor sword arc!

But after absorbing the surrounding Chaos Qi, it forcefully rose to the power of a First Order Quasi-Saint!

"These underwater beings are not strong in themselves, but their swordsmanship is too terrifying..."

Ning Fan’s brows furrowed deeper, not because the opponent’s Quasi-Saint sword arc was too powerful, but because... within this sword arc seemed to be a familiar aura...

The aura of the Sword Ancestor... Ji Qingling’s aura...

Why does this swordsmanship of the underwater beings carry the aura of that woman, could it be related to her...

Boom!

Ning Fan raised a sword to block the Quasi-Saint sword arc, and the coldness in his eyes faded greatly.

He disliked these ambushing underwater beings, but if they were related to that woman, he might let them off.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"What! This little thief is so formidable! Even the old man’s Great Blue Lotus swordsmanship can’t do anything to him! Might as well ask the Clan Leader to strike and kill him!" An old man dressed like a Confucian cultivator gradually materialized in the water, looking extremely shocked.

Behind the Confucian old man, several young Confucian cultivators slowly appeared, seemingly his disciples.

Both the Confucian old man and his disciples were not living humans, but illusory Sword Spirit forms.

They were not humans, they were... generational guardians of this place, Sword Spirits!

"They are Sword Spirits... could it be her Sword Spirits..." Ning Fan felt a pang in his heart, recalling the scenes of the Sword Ancestor vanishing before him.

And also remembering... the Soul Grass in Shennong Hundred Herbs Garden that had long struggled to grow...

He had little interest in this Ancestral Moon Soul Spring, but now he was intrigued.

He wanted to see what lay at the bottom of the Ancestral Moon Soul Spring.

That woman, did she also come here once and leave traces...

"Stop, I mean you no harm, as evidence, if I really wanted to kill you, I would only need one Illusion Art, no need to compete in swordsmanship with you."

Ning Fan sighed deeply, his right eye revealing the shadow of the reincarnation tree, pulling the Confucian old man and his disciples into the Illusion Technique World of the Primordial Rainy Night.

This Confucian old man had only Immortal Emperor cultivations, and his disciples were merely Immortal Venerable Sword Spirits, the power of their swordsmanship lay only in the swordsmanship itself, not in them.

With Ning Fan’s cultivation, killing some Immortal Emperor or Immortal Venerable Sword Spirits could be achieved with just one look, annihilating them with illusion.

The Confucian old man was horrified; he wasn’t an ordinary Sword Spirit and wasn’t afraid of illusions, yet still got pulled into this realm by Ning Fan’s Illusion Art, showing Ning Fan’s prowess in illusions.

Cold sweat dripped down his face.

But he did not beg Ning Fan for mercy, instead, he looked at him with unyielding defiance, "I know your illusion is powerful, once murder intent activates, we will die in this illusion! Kill if you must, don’t speak, someone will avenge me!"

"..." Ning Fan was speechless.

He clearly said he meant no harm to these Sword Spirits, didn’t he? Is the opponent deaf, can’t understand?

Ning Fan shook his head and withdrew the illusion.

The Confucian old man was stunned, unsure what Ning Fan intended, "What’s the meaning of this, sir? Why not kill us? Are you really not here to hunt the Qinglian Sword Spirits? Hmm, sir’s aura, I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

The Confucian old man wanted to ask more, but suddenly a massive aura rushed from the direction of the spring bottom!

It was a Quasi-Saint!

Not a very powerful Quasi-Saint, seemingly forcefully enhanced by an enlightening process, thus his Mana stuck at the bottleneck of ten thousand tribulations, unable to advance.

In the outside world, such an enlightened Quasi-Saint wouldn’t be worth Ning Fan’s concern.

But here in the Chaos realm, the opponent likely mastered the swordsmanship that absorbs Chaos Qi, so this person, though just a weak First Order Quasi-Saint, might very well slash out Second Grade power sword arcs. Facing this person, Ning Fan could not be careless, and if things went awry, he’d have to fight hard.

"It’s the Clan Leader! The Clan Leader actually left the Green Lotus Seat to save us!" The Confucian old man was deeply moved, knowing each time the Clan Leader leaves the Green Lotus Seat, he pays a heavy price.

"Save you? Heh heh, you are not in any danger, why would I waste my effort saving you? I’m here to greet an esteemed guest."

A flash of green light arrived, transforming into a thin old man with seven swords on his back.

This person’s cultivation wasn’t high, but his Sword Intent seemed to have reached an extremely high realm, once exploded, almost none of the First Order Quasi-Saints could match him.

"Esteemed guest? Where is the esteemed guest? There’s only an intruder here..." The Confucian old man was bewildered.

But the Seven Swords Elder didn’t waste words with him.

The Seven Swords Elder eyeing Ning Fan inquisitively, observing extremely closely, as if dissecting every thread of Ning Fan’s aura.

After a long time, the Seven Swords Elder seemed to confirm something, finally smiled, and respectfully saluted Ning Fan, "What’s your name, Daoist?"

"Ning Fan," Ning Fan said calmly.

"I am Jiujian Daoist, and I would like to invite the Daoist to my residence for a chat. Does the Daoist wish to come?" Seven Swords Elder smiled.

"Where is this residence?"

"At the bottom of Soul Spring!"

"Haha, that’s such a deep place. I don’t have the confidence to dive in. A slight mistake and I fear I might be obliterated by the Hundun, leading to eternal doom." Ning Fan chuckled.

"Why does the Daoist say one thing and mean another? Upon witnessing our aura containing hints of Sword Ancestor’s essence, you were clearly moved and wished to dive into the spring, hoping to glimpse the Sword Ancestor’s legacy. As for the Chaos Qi at the spring’s bottom... Haha, indeed, the Chaos Qi there is so dense that a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint dares not tread easily, but the Daoist doesn’t seem to be an ordinary person. If you truly wish to venture to the spring’s bottom, there’s likely a way to do it. And even if you truly cannot accomplish this, our Qinglian Sword Clan has Secret Techniques to help the Daoist achieve this." Seven Swords Elder said meaningfully.

"If I were to refuse now, it might appear hypocritical." Ning Fan replied.

"Haha, not hypocritical. We have never met before, so it’s reasonable to be cautious. But the Daoist can rest assured that my invitation is without any malice; in fact, there’s a request involved which may be a providence for the Daoist. Before you, four Northern Heavenly Quasi-Saints visited our clan, and another six came with ill intentions and were thus driven away by our clan. The Daoist is the eleventh Northern Heavenly Quasi-Saint to arrive... This way, please!"

"Hold on, before venturing to the spring’s bottom, I have another question I would like to ask." Ning Fan said.

"What question might that be? Ask without hesitation." Seven Swords Elder paused and then resumed smiling.

"Your Dao title is Jiujian, yet you carry only seven swords on your back..." Ning Fan asked with deep meaning.

"It’s a long story. To fend off the Quasi-Saint invasion years ago, two swords were lost, and now only seven remain, which have never been replenished..." Seven Swords Elder sighed.

"I see." Ning Fan nodded, seemingly accepting the Elder’s statement.

Yet, deep down, he felt a growing sense of caution towards this Seven Swords Elder.

The individual wasn’t truthful with him...

Ning Fan’s keen perception instantly discerned that Jiujian Daoist’s cultivation in nine swords swordsmanship was, in fact, seven real and two illusory; from the very beginning, he had only seven tangible swords, with two being non-manifest Divine Skills swords during normal times.

Nine swords and seven swords pertain to the secrets of his Divine Skills, unwilling to divulge was normal, but deliberately fabricating a lie went a bit far.

This person treated him with insincerity; lacking sincerity, ulterior motives couldn’t be ruled out...

"In any case, whether friend or foe, visiting the spring’s bottom will reveal all... Did Qingling really come here..."

...

For Ning Fan in ordinary status, attempting to dive into the spring under Chaos Qi was extremely challenging.

Of course, should he activate the Eternal True Body and assist with other measures, it might not be impossible.

However, Ning Fan did not openly exhibit his methods in front of Jiujian Daoist, opting instead to accept Jiujian Daoist’s assistance.

The pair dove deeper and chatted along the way, during which Ning Fan learned that Qinglian Sword Clan resided at the bottom of Ancestral Moon Soul Spring.

This clan was sparse, numbering less than a thousand, each individual being a Sword Spirit.

Due to certain reasons, this clan’s Sword Spirit couldn’t leave the Ancestral Moon Soul Spring; upon departing chaos, they would perish. Likewise, within chaos, their swordsmanship power far exceeded their own realms, exceptionally formidable, once causing Northern Heavenly Quasi-Saints who coveted this place to retreat.

They were beings living in chaos, and Chaos Qi to them was like water to fish, air to mortals, causing no harm.

Outsiders like Ning Fan were not the same; entering chaos required utmost caution. To assist Ning Fan’s dive to the spring’s bottom, Jiujian Daoist had to channel substantial Sword Spirit power to shield Ning Fan’s surroundings.

Uncertain how long they dove, amidst the moonlit currents, a mystical song suddenly echoed.

The origin of that song was unknown, seemingly melding with moonlight.

The song was imbued with endless yearning, a woman’s voice.

The sound felt so familiar, unmistakably... the voice of Sword Ancestor.

What disappointed Ning Fan was that the song didn’t use the cultivation world’s common language but a regional dialect, making it hard to understand. He could only faintly perceive it as a melancholic ballad.

"Snowflakes of Seven Apricot drifting,

The one we await is wandering,

The song beneath the moon, for whom is it sung;

A midnight awakening from a dream,

Tears stained the candlelight,

Butterfly, fly swiftly to the distant land..."

Unintelligible...

Those dialect and colloquialisms, Ning Fan couldn’t comprehend a single line, yet an inexplicable emotion still lingered in his heart, unwilling to fade.

Through the song, he seemed to see mountains, streams, and a woman seated atop distant peaks, her fingers brushing a cold long sword, solitarily gazing at the decades passing, awaiting a person to come...

"Can the Daoist understand the Yue Language of Primeval Immortal Realm? Would you tell me what this song is about? I’ve heard this song countless times yet never understood its depth." Jiujian Daoist remarked in surprise.

"You’ve misunderstood, fellow Daoist. I know nothing of this language. So this is Yue Language of the Primeval Immortal Realm; this is the first time I’m hearing of its existence..." Ning Fan seemed absorbed in thought.

"Then why is the Daoist saddened..." Jiujian Daoist remained somewhat skeptical.

Ning Fan merely shook his head without answering, suddenly noticing the surrounding song had vanished, feeling an immediate sense of loss.

"This song has existed here for eons, appearing only on tide-rising full moon days. If the Daoist wishes to hear it again, simply await the next tide-rising day..." Jiujian Daoist explained.

"So it is." Ning Fan nodded, collecting all emotions.

He grew increasingly certain of the connection between this place and Sword Ancestor. Otherwise, how could Sword Ancestor’s song have persisted through the ages, reaching today?

Dive, dive further, even deeper.

After diving for an unknown duration, a massive shadow suddenly appeared below.

It was an abandoned Cultivation Star with a rugged surface, actually submerged at the bottom of the spring!

No, calling it a Cultivation Star is not accurate.

It wasn’t a planet, it was...a moon that had lost all its light!

A real moon, a dead moon, drowned here for who knows how many years!

"It’s actually a moon! The Dreamland Realm actually has a moon!" Ning Fan was quite astonished.

Sun and moon, this was the first time Ning Fan had seen them in physical form, how could he not be shocked!

Though it was merely a moon that had been dead for many years, it still left a profound impact on Ning Fan.

The Qinglian Sword Clan was built on this abandoned moon.

The moon’s surface was covered with countless dead trees, resembling withered roots left behind after giant lotuses wilted; the Qinglian Sword Clan used the dead trees as caves, cultivating by absorbing the moon, lotus, and Chaos Qi from this place. Seeing an outsider arrive, they were all taken aback, but seeing the Clan Leader accompanying Ning Fan, they relaxed one by one.

One after another, they whispered.

"Another guest has arrived, this should be the fifth Quasi-Saint to successfully reach our clan..."

"This person doesn’t seem as powerful as the previous four, actually needing the Clan Leader’s help to dive to the bottom of the spring..."

"I wonder if this person can help our clan completely obtain the Sword Ancestor’s heritage..."

Ning Fan, with his acute perception, naturally heard the low whispers of the Sword Spirits, but he didn’t mind.

His gaze was attracted by a giant lotus pod that was as large as a mountain.

It was a dried-up lotus pod that had been dead for countless years, its seeds long since taken.

On that shriveled lotus pod, there were traces of dried blood left to this day, that was... Sword Ancestor’s blood...

On that withered lotus pod, there was an archaic sword wound that was shocking to behold, still retaining an overwhelming Sword Intent that couldn’t be looked at directly...

"Did she get hurt here?"

For no reason, Ning Fan felt a surge of anger, like a volcano awakening, erupting in his heart.

If he were to find out who hurt her, if...

"Daoist, sharp eyes you have, recognizing the Sword Ancestor’s Life-bound Green Lotus among the myriad of withered lotuses at a glance." praised Jiujian Daoist.

"Life-bound Green Lotus?" Ning Fan hid all his emotions, speaking lightly.

"It’s said that the Sword Ancestor lost her Life-bound Green Lotus here, for unknown reasons. That Life-bound Green Lotus, condensed from the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage, though destroyed, still holds significant value for us Masters at the second step of cultivation..."

"Who destroyed her Green Lotus Dao Lineage?" Ning Fan suddenly asked.

"Uh..." Jiujian Daoist was startled, not understanding why Ning Fan asked this, but still answered patiently to maintain a temporary rapport, "That can’t be investigated. Our Qinglian Sword Clan became spirits in later generations, knowing little of those ancient secrets, only that this withered lotus contains the Sword Ancestor’s entire Dao Lineage. Speaking of that Dao Lineage, you should be somewhat familiar; some of the swordsmanship of our Qinglian clansmen was comprehended from it..."

Jiujian Daoist was speaking enthusiastically but was interrupted once again by Ning Fan’s baffling question, "Are there any of her relics left here?"

"Relics? Hehe, naturally there aren’t any..." Jiujian Daoist’s eyes narrowed, thinking Ning Fan really had a big appetite, wanting the treasures left by the Sword Ancestor upon first meeting.

Of course, there were relics of the Sword Ancestor here, but those things all belonged to the Qinglian Sword Clan, why should they be given to an outsider!

Even if this person seemed to have some abilities and could be used a little, that’s all he could be used for, he couldn’t be given too much in return!

"Really nothing? I hope the Daoist is not lying to me..." Ning Fan’s eyes flashed coldly, his voice carrying a threat.

"Hehe, how could this poor Daoist deceive you, Daoist?" Jiujian Daoist was smiling on the surface but was filled with anger internally. With his status, being treated with such disrespect by a little demon, if not for Ning Fan’s utility, he wouldn’t mind killing this Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor!

"In that case, Daoist, feel free to state your objective." Ning Fan’s cold gleam faded, speaking calmly.

"If this poor Daoist is not mistaken, Daoist should be an Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor, right? Frankly, to break open the lotus pod to acquire the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage inside, one needs to borrow some power from an Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor. No, to be precise, it requires the blood of an Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor. After all, among the Divine, Demon, and Fiendgods, the blood of demons is the purest, perfectly matching the needs of watering the lotus pod... Daoist, surely you won’t refuse this old man’s request?"

Jiujian Daoist half-smiled, half-threatened.

His real purpose was to borrow half of Ning Fan’s demon blood to irrigate the Sword Ancestor’s withered Life-bound Green Lotus!

But who in their right mind would use their own blood for others? Especially to use half of their essence blood, which is highly detrimental to oneself, anyone would hesitate.

Jiujian Daoist was convinced that Ning Fan would not agree to this, and if he refused, some force might have to be used to coerce Ning Fan into compliance. This place was already the bottom of the spring, the Chaos Qi here was unimaginably dense; as the Qinglian Sword Spirit, the denser the Chaos Qi, the stronger he became; and Ning Fan was an outsider, unable to survive here without his help, he would be wiped out by the Chaos Qi instantly.

He was confident and didn’t regard Ning Fan highly, even if he seemed to be a Quasi-Saint.

If not for the process of watering the demon blood still needing the guidance of the blood-casting demon itself, Jiujian Daoist wouldn’t have even bothered considering Ning Fan’s willingness; he would have simply killed Ning Fan for his blood.

"I see, so this is your objective..."

Ning Fan was already wary of this person, so realizing he was being schemed against wasn’t much of a shock to him at this point.

"As long as Daoist offers half of your demon blood to water this lotus pod, regardless of the outcome, this old man promises to let you leave afterward. Moreover, if successful, this old man is willing to share some of the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage with you!"

"And what if I refuse..."

"Hehe, forgive this old man for being blunt, but you seem to have already accompanied this old man to the bottom of the spring, you appear to have no option to refuse." Jiujian Daoist belittled.

"In that case, allow me to think it over..."

Ning Fan wasn’t truly going to consider it.

He had suddenly sensed some disturbances in the Shennong Hundred Herbs Garden, thus needing a bit of time to check.

He walked directly to the bottom of the shriveled lotus pod, sat cross-legged, and sent his Heart Spirit into the Shennong Hundred Herbs Garden, checking the changes in the Sword Ancestor Soul Grass.

For some reason, after arriving here, the Sword Ancestor Soul Grass, which had been growing slowly, began to show signs of accelerated growth...

Could it be that the Sword Ancestor’s destroyed Life-bound Green Lotus, for its Soul Grass, actually serves as an excellent nourishment? Capable of accelerating the restoration of the Sword Ancestor’s souls?

If this truly is the case, he might have to play along with Jiujian Daoist for a while... As long as it aids her, even sacrificing half of his demon blood would be worth it...

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