Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Zhang Xiaofan withdrew his large hand, looked down at Fa Shan who was meditating cross-legged, and smiled.

After their brief interaction, he realized that Fashan was no longer as impulsive and strong as he used to be.

Furthermore, given that he had lost an arm, and the need to obtain the fourth volume of the Heavenly Book to ensure everything went smoothly, he sacrificed some of his true essence to help Fa Shan break through to the Shangqing realm.

However, this true essence would take Fa Shan decades to cultivate, and it wouldn't be as pure as it is; it's still the supreme true essence of the Taiqing realm.

However, for Zhang Xiaofan, this true essence could usually be replenished with just one month's worth of royalties.

However, having just refined tens of thousands of beast demon blood a few days ago, he already had plenty.

Therefore, during this special period, he only needs one day to make up for it.

Master Puhong looked down at Fashan, who was refining his true essence, and felt extremely grateful to Zhang Xiaofan.

It should be understood that true essence is extremely precious to a cultivator, especially the supreme true essence of the Taiqing realm.

Moreover, it far surpasses the incredibly profound and pure true essence of Master Puhong.

Even he had no intention of passing on his true essence to Fashan.

Moreover, his junior brother Puzhi was also the executioner on the other side of Caomiao Village.

Thinking of this, Master Puhong bowed to Zhang Xiaofan and said:
"Benefactor Zhang, your magnanimity is truly boundless; this old monk is far inferior!"

Zhang Xiaofan quickly helped Master Puhong up and said with a smile:
“Master, you flatter me. I once severed Brother Fashan’s arm. What I did in the past is now my result.”

"Alas!" Master Puhong sighed.

"A mere arm is nowhere near as powerful as your Supreme True Essence of Great Brahma Prajna."

"With your supreme true essence, Fa Shan will surely be able to break through to the Shangqing realm. The Shangqing realm is reserved for senior experts in the cultivation world. This kindness is like being reborn."

Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand and said:
"Master, please don't be so polite. We're all family."

“Yes, yes, we’re family.” Master Puhong said excitedly.

Zhang Xiaofan mentioned his own family twice, and also mentioned spending his supreme true essence to help Fa Shan break through to the Shangqing realm, as well as the life-saving grace from a few days ago.

It seems that Zhang Xiaofan considers Tianyin Temple to be one of his own.

Junior brother, you've taken on a fine disciple.

You probably never imagined that a disciple with mediocre talent would achieve what he has today.

"Let's keep going. We'll go to Xiaotianyin Temple and take you to see that person."

After saying this, Master Puhong stepped forward.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Jin Ping'er and instructed her:

"You stay here and protect Brother Fashan!"

Wherever there are people, there is conflict. Zhang Xiaofan glanced around and could see several envious eyes fixed on Fa Shan.

It seemed to be wondering, how did you, with only one arm, obtain Zhang Xiaofan's supreme true essence and step into the Shangqing Realm, which countless cultivators dream of?

Each cultivator at the Shangqing realm is a renowned and highly respected senior figure in the cultivation world.

Of course, Zhang Xiaofan also saw that there were also happy looks on his face for Fashan.

Jin Ping'er grew up in the treacherous and scheming world of the Demonic Sect, so she naturally knew that someone must be jealous of Fa Shan's great fortune.

Even though, right now, everyone is watching.

However, if it were Jin Ping'er, she would have a hundred ways to secretly harm Fa Shan, causing him to break his state and fail to break through to the Shangqing realm.

Jin Ping'er nodded solemnly and said:

"Don't worry, I'll protect you. Apart from the three great monks of Tianyin Temple, no one will be able to clean up Fashan."

"Okay!" Zhang Xiaofan responded and followed Master Puhong.

The two walked slowly for a while, one on the left and one on the right, until they arrived in front of the three meditation rooms.

Master Puhong led Zhang Xiaofan straight to the last meditation room.

This meditation room is backed by a mountain wall on three sides and above, with only the main entrance unobstructed by the mountain wall, as if it were carved out of the mountain wall itself.

Master Puhong pushed open the door and walked inside. As soon as the door opened, Zhang Xiaofan felt a wave of icy cold air rush towards him.

Zhang Xiaofan suspected that the cold air was so intense that if one spat out a mouthful of saliva, it would freeze before it even hit the ground.

"Benefactor Zhang, please come in!"

At that moment, Master Puhong's voice came from inside.

Zhang Xiaofan immediately went inside.

As soon as I stepped inside, I felt the chill around me intensify several times over, and the door immediately closed automatically.

Because it is surrounded by walls on three sides and a mountain wall above, it is completely dark inside.

However, Zhang Xiaofan saw that in the middle of the meditation room, there was a three-foot-square jade plate standing in the air, emitting a faint silver light.

An extremely cold aura seeped continuously from the silver plate.

The Cold Jade Plate is a top-tier magical artifact.

Just then, the silver light on the cold jade plate intensified, quickly illuminating the entire meditation room.

On the cold jade plate, an extremely emaciated old man sat with his eyes closed, his face pale and bloodless.

Zhang Xiaofan knew that this was one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, the high monk who had taught Zhang Xiaofan the Great Brahma Prajna.

He was also the murderer who massacred the villagers of Caomiao.

However, Zhang Xiaofan discovered that the monk Puzhi in front of him was almost half the size of the eminent monk he remembered.

Dehydrated?
It seems that although the environment here, along with the Cold Jade Plate, could preserve the physical body of the monk Puzhi, most of his blood and fluids had already been lost.

Looking at the monk Puzhi in front of him, Zhang Xiaofan did not pretend to show any hatred, pain, or killing intent; instead, he remained calm.

Master Puhong had been observing Zhang Xiaofan's expression. He had anticipated the moment Zhang Xiaofan saw Junior Brother Puzhi.

He would fly into a rage, and might even cleave his junior brother Puzhi in two with a single sword strike.

However, to his complete surprise, Zhang Xiaofan showed no emotion whatsoever, remaining completely calm.

Moreover, he noticed that Zhang Xiaofan's eyes held no hidden hatred, nor did he feign calmness.

Therefore, there is only one possible outcome: Zhang Xiaofan no longer harbors any hatred towards his junior brother Puzhi.

Zhang Xiaofan walked up to the Venerable Puzhi, looked at him, and, remembering their shared history, bowed deeply three times, saying:

"master!"

Master Puhong, seeing this scene, felt a surge of satisfaction on his aged face. He looked at the Venerable Puzhi and said:

“Junior brother, the only disciple you have taken in, there is no one in our Tianyin Temple who can compare to him.”

"And you can leave with peace of mind."

Just after Zhang Xiaofan called him "Master," the tightly furrowed brows of the monk Puzhi slowly relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

His body suddenly trembled and transformed into countless silver lights.

At the same time, the cold jade plate beneath him shattered, turning into countless silver lights.

At the same time, an invisible strong wind rose in the meditation room, surging and turbulent like a category 10 typhoon.

"boom!"

The door to the meditation room was shattered by the strong wind.

The silver light that the monk Puzhi had transformed into suddenly floated in front of Zhang Xiaofan and lingered for ten breaths, as if Puzhi was watching Zhang Xiaofan.

At this moment, the silver light transformed into a large hand and stroked Zhang Xiaofan's head twice.

Suddenly, the silver light dimmed and disappeared into the meditation room…

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes...

(End of this chapter)