Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

"The second option is for me to help you fully awaken the rules, but there will be a constraint on you from these rules."

The wise old man looked at Han Yu and slowly spoke.

There are still constraints?

This sounds a lot like the odor of a glass bottle.

Han Yu immediately thought of the bottle's rules. Could it be that it would also give him a positive or negative side effect?
In the end, if I cut someone else, I'll get half a cut myself?

The image is both bizarre and quite shocking to contemplate.

"As I just said, your abilities were given to you by the Heavenly Dao. Heaven will give you something before it takes it away. This is the core essence of your rule, which is why I made you think it through."

The wise old man, unaware of the strange vision Han Yu was imagining, continued to explain.

"Then tell me first, how will you collect it, and how will you give it?"

Han Yu felt increasingly uneasy as he listened, a sense of déjà vu about Hexi Dan washing over him.

"It seems you probably guessed it."

Looking at Han Yu's expression, the wise old man chuckled and spoke.

So... the complete version of the Hexi Slash still can't avoid mentioning the Hexi Pill, right?

Han Yu's face immediately darkened; now he roughly understood just how much of a rip-off this was.

"So you're saying that for every slash I make, I have to lose something, right?"

Good heavens, if this thing had been a complete set of rules from the beginning, he would probably have vanished into thin air by now.

There's not that much to give away.

No, it's already escalated to the point of violence, and they even offered gifts. How can this fight continue?

Han Yu hardly needed to think about it anymore; he wouldn't change it, not even if he were beaten to death.

He Xizhan is fine as he is. He doesn't need to gain any benefits from plundering. As long as he can extract the abilities from others, that's enough.

He already has enough methods; there's really no need for more.

Furthermore, those who ended up being killed by him were probably weaker than him, and he wouldn't care about the things of the weak.

The wise old man probably knew what Han Yu was thinking, so the next moment he made Han Yu's eyes widen.

"You may not care about what you've plundered, but what if the effect of a single strike were a hundred times greater than it is now?"

Blanch!
hundred times!
Han Yu hesitated for a moment. If that were the case, he would really have to consider it.

The Hexi Slash is okay for dealing with weak opponents, but it's never enough against someone like Di Liuxin. Firstly, its power is too low, making it largely ineffective. Secondly, it's too easy for the opponent to dodge.

If the power of the Hexi Slash were increased a hundredfold, it would be enough to become a killing move.

The thought of wielding a sword and being able to make the Four Extreme Palaces cry out in agony seems rather appealing.

Just ...

"What do I have to pay for cutting it down?"

Han Yu was extremely conflicted. Did they want his supernatural powers? Or did they want the power of his sea of ​​consciousness?
Don't let him use all his skills on others before he's even had a chance to make a few cuts; otherwise, he'll really be sending himself back to square one.

"No, it's not that outrageous."

The wise old man's words brought Han Yu a slight sense of relief; it was still somewhat acceptable.

"So what exactly do I need to give in return?"

Han Yu asked curiously.

The wise man was stumped by this matter. The reason was simple: it wasn't his rule, and he wasn't in charge of making the decision.

He knows the essence of this rule, but he doesn't know how to judge the giving and taking of this rule.

In other words, if you really have to give something, you have to...

"It may depend on how the rule holder views the definition of giving and taking."

Han Yu perked up. As the owner, he could decide how to choose.

If you stab someone, giving them a Wood Pill as a consolation prize isn't out of the question; whether they eat it or not is none of their business.

"Then I..."

Han Yu was just starting to feel happy when the wise old man ruthlessly interrupted him, shaking his head. "Your situation is rather special. You are the one who uses the Hexi Slash the best, but the owner is not you, but that little one."

Weapon spirit?

It is the rightful owner.

"Then why are you even discussing this with me? The rules aren't mine, so what's the point of me agreeing to them?"

Han Yu was quite helpless; it turned out that all his talk had been pointless.

"That's why I said the situation is special. The rules aren't yours, but you're the one who has to take the blame. Whether you use them yourself or that little kid uses them, you're responsible for it."

The wise old man's expression was also quite strange. The reason that this special situation could be caused must be inseparable from the will of Heaven.

Why is even Heaven acting so strangely, creating such a mysterious situation?
"Then could we bring the artifact spirit in as well? I'd like to study it with it."

Han Yu was still hesitant to make a hasty decision, as there was no turning back.

If it's too much of a rip-off, we might not even be able to use the Hexi Cleaver anymore. In that case, why bother reviving it? We might as well just keep it as it is.

Therefore, the criteria for judgment from the spirit's perspective are crucial; how it reaches a standard between plunder and giving is very important to it.

The wise old man thought for a moment and did not refuse. He slowly stretched out his hand, and ripples appeared in the void.

Meanwhile, a group of people stared wide-eyed at Han Yu, who was lying stiffly on the deck with his eyes wide open.

The spirit, both angry and amused, ran to Han Yu's head and helped him "close his eyes," otherwise he would look rather frightening.

It has recently gotten used to Han Yu's habit of dying all the time, and it seems that it never loses out whenever Han Yu goes.

The others were taken aback; they had never seen Han Yu die so easily before.

Not to mention breath, I couldn't even feel a heartbeat; he was completely cold.

If the spirit hadn't offered some explanations, things would probably have gone up in chaos in the Central Continent.

But no sooner had it finished explaining than the Wise Man's voice appeared on the deck.

"You come in too."

Before the artifact spirit could react, a force emanated from a certain spot above Han Yu's head and sucked the artifact spirit into it.

It wasn't until it appeared in the Soul Realm that the artifact spirit belatedly realized what was happening and started shouting.

After calling out a few times, he quickly froze, blinked, looked at Han Yu, then at the old man in front of him, and then at the surrounding layout.

It panicked and flew to Han Yu's head. It was very familiar with the layout here. Han Yu had mentioned it too many times. It was the Soul Realm.

Why did you drag me here! I'm not dead yet!

It was the first time she had met the wise old man, but she had already heard too much about him from Han Yu, so she looked at him with some wariness.

That old devil is no good; he's incredibly cunning.

This was its first impression of the wise man.

Han Yu, both amused and exasperated, grabbed the spirit from his head, briefly explained the situation, and finally spoke with a hint of helplessness.

"I asked him to bring you in; I didn't know what to choose."

The spirit became very serious after Han Yu mentioned the matter of the Hexi Slash, especially after hearing Han Yu's question, when it spoke in a nonchalant manner.

"Then let's wake it up! Choose the second option."

Han Yu was afraid that the other party had not understood what he meant, so he patiently tried to explain it again and again.

However, the spirit interrupted him and turned to look in the direction of the wise old man.

"What did he tell you?"

Han Yu touched his nose and repeated the saying, "Heaven will give before it takes."

"Hmm, he wasn't lying, so let's choose the second option."

The spirit nodded and smiled.

"No, you bastard, you feel no pressure when you don't have to take the blame, right?"

Han Yu's face immediately darkened.

The spirit's expression was strange. She smacked him on the head with her small hand before speaking, "Don't listen to his nonsense. What he meant was, if I steal someone's things, leaving them a penny is a favor, not giving them anything is my right." (End of Chapter)