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Chapter 458 The Secret Truth of All Spirits

The situation at Qingshui Bridge was calm again. The two sides sat opposite each other at a long table and began a negotiation that was not like a negotiation at all.

"Two conditions."

Xie Lingwan calmly threw over a document that had already been drafted.

"First, help Xiao Jin solve his physical problems and be honored as a spiritual being."

"Second, the Fan Sheng Temple will join the Great Zhou court camp to fight against the Wang family and the alien races."

In the fierce battle just now, Fang Weihan cut off a part of Qiuwu's antlers. One side was long while the other side was short, making him look a little miserable.

After several people from the Temple discussed secretly for a while, they all thought that there was no big problem with this written agreement.

Originally, according to their estimation, the worst outcome of this trip would be that the Fan Sheng Temple would be directly ordered to disband, hand over the Ten Thousand Spirits Cultivation Method, and merge into the Qinghuo Academy. That would be truly unacceptable.

Among the conditions that Xie Lingwan had proposed, the first one was what they were originally prepared to do, and the Fan Sheng Temple Sect was hidden deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, far away from the Great Zhou and the alien territories, so the second one would not have a big impact on them. This condition could be said to be very tolerant.

"We agree." Qiu Wu finally said slowly, "But we have to add one more condition: release Fan Hong."

"No problem. Fan Hong is currently imprisoned in Linjiang County. You can take him away at any time."

Xie Lingwan still had a perfect smile on her face.

The young lady clasped her hands tightly on the table, her eyes were gentle but cold, and she carried the natural pressure of a superior, making people afraid to look at her.

The people in the Fansheng Temple across from them were under great pressure. Logically speaking, when the emperor and the prime minister were present at the same time, the emperor should sit at the head of the table and she should be the most respected. But it was obvious that today's negotiations were completely led by Xie Lingwan.

As for Fang Tang... now she and Xiao Jin were sitting on either side of Fang Weihan, fighting for his arm, and had no time to pay attention to this place.

"Besides that, I have another question."

Xie Lingwan said slowly.

"Thank you for asking, Prime Minister. We will tell you everything we know."

After discussing the agreement, Xie Lingwan was now his immediate superior, and Qiuwu's attitude became noticeably more respectful.

"What exactly is the 'grand plan' of the Fan Sheng Temple?"

"This……"

All of us prisoners fell silent.

"Did Prime Minister Xie learn the news from Fan Hong?" Qiu Wu said with a wry smile, "He doesn't know about this matter, or rather, no one knows about it. Only I know about it."

"But I'm sorry I can't tell Prime Minister Xie."

"What do you want?" Xie Lingwan asked casually, "Manpower, property, or title, as long as it is within the ability of the Great Zhou court, I can ask the emperor for you."

Qiuwu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Wen Zhexue, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke: "He can't say anything because of the karma."

Qiu Wu looked at Wen Zhexue with gratitude and sighed, "What Wen Yuchen said is right. This matter is related to the thousand-year plan of the Fan Sheng Temple. It is a matter that has been passed down by word of mouth among the successive Great Protectors and has also been subject to the Wanling Ban. If I reveal it today, I will die in an unexpected disaster tomorrow and my body will not be intact."

Xie Lingwan frowned slightly: "Wen Yuchen and I are both here. Even with the combined effects of the Iron Law and the Abyss Technique, can't we block the influence of cause and effect?"

"This... maybe we can give it a try." Qiu Wu hesitated for a long time, and finally decided that he should show his sincerity as soon as he reached a cooperation agreement. "I can pretend to tell the secret, and let Wen Yuchen roughly estimate whether it is feasible."

Qiuwu opened his mouth, uttered half a syllable, and meditated in his mind.

Wen Zhexue made a hand gesture with one hand, a causal light flashed in his pupils, and the Mingxiao Sword vibrated.

"It's barely feasible." Wen Zhexue nodded slightly, "But it can only accommodate one person."

"Are you alone?"

Xie Lingwan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said to Fang Weihan who was not far away:
"Husband, come here."

Fang Weihan was currently caught between Fang Tang and Xiao Jin, trying his best to smooth things over. He was so annoyed that he almost wanted to beat up both of them.

Xiao Jin is not a demon, and Fang Tang is far away from Chang Ming. They can beat him, but the problem is what to do if he still doesn't obey after the fight? Neither of them is a person who will just accept it. If they fight with real anger, they will be the ones who suffer in the end.

Hearing Xie Lingwan's call, Fang Weihan instantly perked up:
"coming!"

I have never felt that Wanwan’s voice is so beautiful!

He broke free from the grip of Xiao Jin and Fang Tang and walked to the long table used for negotiations.

"The Great Guardian of the Fan Temple agreed to share the secret with us, but due to the constraints of karma and destiny, even with the blessing of the iron law, only one person can know it."

"So you mean... let me listen?"

"Hmm." Xie Lingwan nodded at him, signaling him to hurry up.

Fang Weihan was a little hesitant.

In fact, it is more appropriate to let Xie Lingwan know the secret herself. She is the one who controls the resources of the entire Da Zhou. If the secret is really beneficial to them, then Xie Lingwan can take action immediately.

If he knew... although it would be no different from letting Xie Lingwan know, it would inevitably lose some subjectivity.

"but……"

Xie Lingwan immediately put on a familiar, sweet smile: "My husband, do you not believe in my judgment?"

"…Thank you, Wanwan. I'll listen right away."

Fang Weihan surrendered immediately.

"Hmph." Xie Lingwan snorted, "Thank you, Sister Wen."

Wen Zhexue nodded. She summoned the starlight, and the bright sky penetrated into the ground. A huge silver-white barrier enveloped Qiuwu and Fang Weihan.

Gold and iron turned into powder, the energy of laws surrounded them, and the white enclosed space isolated all external interference, leaving only him and Qiuwu facing each other.

"Go ahead."

"I want to ask Your Highness a question: If the world is about to be destroyed, how will Your Highness live?"

"How could the world suddenly be destroyed for no reason?" Fang Weihan stared at Qiu Wu's eyes and pretended not to know, "Does the Great Protector have any concerns?"

Fang Weihan did not show much surprise when he heard the news that the world was about to be destroyed from another person.

Sure enough, there were people in the Holy Temple who had the ability to predict the future. All of this matched what Wei Han had said.

"There is a sacred tree in the southern border, with an endless lifespan. All spirits in the world gather here, and it has the power of cause and effect and reincarnation. Our sect was established around the sacred tree, and the sacred tree is our sect's sacred object."

"Every Holy Temple Master is a spirit. Spirits are born in accordance with the will of heaven and are responsible for observing and listening to the Holy Tree."

When Qiuwu said these words, his expression was extremely pious.

"Lord Xiao is the 27th spirit of our Fan Holy Temple. And 1,500 years ago, the 18th spirit, Venerable Yu Yao, discovered a shocking news from the sacred tree."

"The world will come to an end in fifteen hundred years, and there is no way around it. These are the words of the Holy Tree."

Fang Weihan's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Your Highness Prince Guangling, have you ever heard of the fish?" Qiuwu asked.

"What is this?" Fang Weihan had no impression of these two words at all.

"The fish is a strange beast with a fish body and bird wings. It always accompanies floods caused by great disasters in heaven and earth. It has only appeared twice in history." Qiuwu said slowly, "Once before Dayu controlled the floods, and the other time... is now."

"Not long ago, we found traces of mullets on the west side of the South China Sea. The prophecy about the sacred tree is very likely to be true."

The time when the Fan Sheng Temple detected the end of the world was 500 years earlier than Linyuan Pavilion! Both sides made similar predictions, which also proved the authenticity of the news.

"If the world is really going to end, what is your countermeasure?" "Seal of All Spirits." Qiuwu said, "Gather the power of our guardians and release the forbidden spell. Concentrate the seals of all spirits in the world and pull them onto the spirits. Rely on the infinite vitality of the spirits to be reborn after the disaster."

"As long as the spirits are immortal, all spirits will be immortal."

Qiuwu told all the sect’s biggest secrets, and he felt relieved.

"Now, Your Highness Prince Guangling should know why we need to find the spirit so urgently. This is related to the life and death of the sect. We were forced to become enemies with Your Highness before. I hope you can forgive us."

He bowed to Fang Weihan and said apologetically.

Fang Weihan rubbed his brows and was sorting out the information he knew.

"In other words, all your actions were just to complete this plan?" Fang Weihan asked, "Then why did Fan Hong run to Wuling County to set up a trap to frame me?"

"This..." Qiu Wu was a little embarrassed to say, "In fact, we didn't know who the spirit was at the beginning."

"What do you mean?"

"Your Highness, there are only two external characteristics of spirits. One is vigorous vitality and affinity, and the other is great luck and fortune. We can only select according to these two characteristics and arrange mechanisms everywhere in the world."

Fang Weihan finally understood: "In other words, you thought I was a spirit?"

"We are still in the process of confirming it. In fact, we noticed your highness as early as the poetry gathering at Huanhua Tower." Qiu Wu said awkwardly, "Your highness also knows what happened later. This is a misunderstanding."

Fang Weihan immediately remembered what Yun Shu had once told him, that the poetry-writing illusion in Huanhua Tower was suspected to be related to Wan Ling.

It turned out to be the case.

He couldn't help but feel speechless: "How come such a big sect doesn't even have a way to confirm its own successor?"

"So you were planning to use me to kill Wen Zhexue, right? Was this also for your big plan?"

"That's not the case." Qiu Wu hurriedly explained, "In fact, Wen Yuchen also meets the characteristics of a spirit. Fan Hong did this with my instructions. If she is really a spirit, then she will not be harmed by the conflict between yin and yang."

"The relationship between the Fansheng Temple and Linyuan Pavilion has always been good. We will never attack and kill Linyuan Yuchen for no reason."

If you think about it carefully, it seems to be true. Senior sister possesses the power of Nirvana and has the River Map by her side. She really has the vitality and luck full.

So that's how it is, Fang Weihan suddenly realized.

Even if Wen Zhexue really died because of the conflict between Yin and Yang, the Fan Sheng Temple could push the blame onto itself and clear itself of all responsibility.

What a good calculation.

"But you almost killed her. This is an unchangeable fact." Fang Weihan said with a cold smile, "I now regret that I offered you such generous conditions just now."

"Your Highness, this..." Qiuwu looked bitter, but did not dare to say anything more.

"One last question. Have you ever tampered with my soul? Have you ever sneaked into Linyuan Pavilion and disguised yourself as someone else?"

"what?"

Qiuwu was completely confused by his question.

"No, there has never been such a thing. Your Highness, why do you say that? Is there someone trying to sow discord between us?"

Fang Weihan stared at him for a long time.

There was no fluctuation in the causal beam, and the effect of the iron law was still there, which meant that he did not lie.

No lies...how is that possible?
According to Wei Han, the only forces that could tamper with his soul were Fansheng Temple and Chi Lechuan, and the person present at the time was Taixu Zhenjun, so he should not have possessed this ability.

According to Fang Weihan's original guess, perhaps a high-level spirit used the ability of mimicry to disguise himself as Taixu Zhenjun, thus splitting his soul. But now it seems that Qiuwu doesn't know about this at all, and the relationship between Fansheng Temple and Linyuan Pavilion is also quite good.

Then what happened to my soul? Was it Chi Le Chuan who did it? But Chi Le Chuan didn't have any mimicry, could it be...

Is Taixu Zhenjun the traitor in Chi Lechuan?
Fang Weihan was almost amused by his own guess.

The clues that he had finally sorted out were interrupted again. He felt a headache and was simply puzzled.

"Um... Your Highness."

Qiuwu spoke cautiously.

"For my previous behavior, on behalf of the entire Fansheng Temple, I apologize to Your Highness."

"All agreements with Beimo have been terminated. We will be working together for a long time in the future. I think it is necessary to let His Highness see our sincerity."

Qiuwu stretched out his hand, and a ball of white light appeared on his palm.

"This is all the inheritance of the Fansheng Temple from ancient times to the present. I am going to give it to Your Highness for free."

Fang Weihan took the ball of light, immersed his spiritual consciousness into it, and took a rough look at it. He was instantly shocked by the vast number of classics in the Mortal Saint Temple.

Judging from the appearance, it is probably more substantial than Linyuan Pavilion's Outline of Astrology.

"It's useless for you to give me this thing. I'm not a monk of all spirits."

"Your Highness, the end of the world is coming." Qiu Wu said slowly, "Only the Ten Thousand Spirits cultivators above the fourth level can form the Ten Thousand Spirits Seal and use the power of the spirits to revive after the catastrophe."

"If Your Highness switches to cultivating the Myriad Spirits now, perhaps it will still be in time."

Fang Weihan remained silent.

"Okay, I don't have anything else to ask."

He raised his hand and crushed the gold ingot in his hand. The gray-white barrier slowly became transparent until it was lifted.

After the barrier was removed, the first thing he saw was the stunning face of his senior sister. She noticed his gaze and smiled softly, like white snow blooming.

"Are you done talking?"

"Ah."

Fang Weihan took a step forward and held his senior sister's icy little hand in his.

"Is the matter over at Tianshan okay?"

"It's okay." Wen Zhexue said softly, "I got Master's permission before coming here this time."

"If you need my help, please let me know."

Wen Zhexue was about to speak, but was interrupted by Anmian: "Wen Xuan, Wen Xuan, you said that..."

"Ah? I...I can't say it."

"You idiot! If not, let me do it!"

Wen Zhexue bit her lip embarrassedly: "That's what I said."

"Indeed... there is indeed a place where I need your help." Wen Zhexue turned his eyes away, not daring to look at his junior brother at all.

"whats the matter?"

Fang Weihan immediately perked up. If he remembered correctly, this should be the first time that Wen Zhexue took the initiative to seek help from him.

"Help me keep this."

The girl blushed slightly as she plucked a bit of starlight from the top of the star next to her and then rolled it into the shape of a snowflake, which was crystal clear.

Fang Weihan raised his hand to take it and asked casually, "What is this?"

"I love you so much as a snowflake in the world."

(End of this chapter)