Our eldest brother never hides good things from us.

After calming Lin Yuan down, Chang Wen focused his attention on the cave entrance, wanting to find out what was inside.

Danger?

Chang Wen was not worried about any danger.

According to the lucky compass, as long as you follow the direction of the compass needle, good things will definitely happen.

So although the cave entrance seems dangerous, it's definitely a good thing for him; that's what we can be sure of at the moment.

"It must be bloodline!"

Quan Zhenzi looked at Chang Wen and said succinctly, "There's a possibility that what's inside is connected to his bloodline. Another possibility is that what's inside... can affect people with weak strength."

Are these the only two possibilities?

Chang Wen inquired.

"Based on my knowledge, there are only two possibilities."

Quan Zhenzi nodded.

Chang Wen seemed to understand, then looked at Su Xiaoman, "Xiaoman, do you have any unusual feelings?"

"no."

Su Xiaoman carefully considered it for a moment, then shook her head.

"So that must be the first one?"

Chang Wen looked at Quan Zhenzi.

"That's how it should be."

Quan Zhenzi confirmed this, then looked at Lin Yuan, "I feel that your bloodline is not human, but more like that of a beast?"

As he said this, a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

Beasts can usually only transform into human form when they reach the Nascent Soul stage, but Lin Yuan, with such weak strength, has managed to do so, so his origins must be extraordinary.

"what?"

Lin Yuan felt a flustered sense of being exposed. If his senior brother knew he was a Taotie, would he look down on him?

If he were to be disliked by his senior brother because of this, he would rather keep his identity hidden forever.

For a moment, he stood there, stunned, his mind in turmoil, not knowing what to do.

"Never mind that for now, it's good that everyone is alright."

Chang Wen, sensing Lin Yuan's thoughts, quickly looked towards the thousand-foot cave entrance and changed the subject, "Brother Quan, do you know what's below this cave entrance?"

"I don't know."

Quan Zhenzi shook his head, "The entrance to this cave is blocked by the Spirit-Sealing Mist, making it impossible to see what's inside."

"What is the Spirit-Severing Mist?"

Chang Wen always asks questions when he doesn't understand.

"The so-called Spirit-Suppressing Mist is a power beyond our comprehension. To this day, no one has fully understood it; all we know is that it arises in places devoid of spiritual energy and can block the perception of human consciousness."

Quanzhenzi provides a detailed explanation.

"So, if that's the case, to find out what's inside, we need to find a way to remove this layer of spirit-suppressing mist. Is there a way?"

Chang Wen asked again.

"There is a way. The most sinister and unpredictable things in the world fear thunder first, and then true fire. Only those who possess the true energy of thunder and true fire can dispel the Spirit-Suppressing Mist."

"We are facing a problem now. We have too few people, and even fewer who possess thunder and true fire."

Quan Zhenzi expressed her concerns.

Chang Wen lowered his gaze to the thousand-foot-deep abyss-like entrance. "Is the Sacred Flame of Reincarnation considered true fire? I guess so."

While Chang Wen and his group were studying the Spirit-Slaying Mist, the Taixu Sword Sect and the Myriad Manifestations Palace on the opposite side were also conducting their own research.

Since there were no lightning cultivators or fire cultivators among them, they had no choice but to look in the direction where Chang Wen was.

"Fellow Daoist, some time ago, our sect's Holy Maiden, Nangong Chi, voluntarily gifted you her Strange Flame. I presume you have already mastered it. Why don't you break through this Spirit-Suppressing Mist?"

Taiyi spoke slowly.

If anyone in the arena could quickly break through this Spirit-Suppressing Mist, it would undoubtedly be Chang Wen, who possesses a different kind of fire; it all depends on whether he's willing to make a move.

The young monk leading the group from the nearby Wanxiang Palace, having also heard of Chang Wen's deeds, bowed and said, "If you are willing to break through the Spirit-Severing Mist, I would like to owe you a favor."

As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes in the room immediately focused on Chang Wen.

"Me?"

Chang Wen was quite surprised that this matter would suddenly fall on his shoulders.

He first looked at Taiyi.

The former just said that Nangong Chi voluntarily gave him the strange fire, which he did not deny.

After he absorbed the fire wave, the Ice and Fire Dual-Pole Technique automatically activated, drawing the strange fire seed towards him. It was somewhat difficult at first, but became easier later. It seems Nangong Chi actively severed his connection with the strange fire.

Otherwise, whether he can refine the strange fire seed is another matter.

However, Nangong Chi himself has already stated that this was an apology for using Kongjian to sneak attack Chu Xinghe, not a free gift.

So Taiyi's reason for trying to get him to take action is far-fetched.

Looking at the young monk at the Wanxiang Palace, out of curiosity, Chang Wen opened his interface.

[Name, I have no self.]

[Age/Height/Weight: 499 years old/182cm/90kg]

[Identity: Palace of Myriad Phenomena, Holy Son of Buddhism.]

[Realm: Peak of the Integration Stage.]

[Spiritual Root: None.]

[Physical constitution: A body forged through countless trials, like an indestructible diamond.]

[Favorability, 60/100]

[System evaluation: A gifted but unambitious monk who only wants to travel the world.]

"Peak of Fusion?"

Chang Wen was shocked when he saw his panel.

This Buddhist disciple is incredibly powerful. How come his realm is even higher than that of Taiyi, the number one hero of the Northern Wilderness?

Is he truly no match for Taiyi, or is he deliberately holding back?

"The world of cultivation is truly full of hidden talents!"

Chang Wen couldn't help but sigh, then looked at the system evaluation, "Flower...Flower Monk? How so?"

Think more.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

He remembered what Wuwo had just said: if he was willing to help, the other party would be willing to owe him a favor!

Before looking at the panel, Chang Wen might not have thought much of it. After looking at the panel, Chang Wen began to think about it carefully.

The pinnacle of fusion!

At the peak of his combined power at 499 years old, what does that mean? He's even more monstrous than Taiichi next to him!

Most importantly, in three to five hundred years, he will likely be the person in charge of real power in the Myriad Manifestations Palace, and the importance of his personal connections is self-evident.

"This is quite a good deal."

Chang Wen thought to himself, then looked at Wu Wo, clasped his hands in a salute, and said loudly, "Fellow Daoist, do you know what lies beneath this Spirit-Severing Mist?"

"I don't know."

Wuwo looked at Changwen and answered honestly, "But this place is extraordinary, and it is very likely a place of inheritance. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, this humble monk would like to go in and take a look."

After speaking, he paused for a moment, seemingly considering his words, and then continued, "If you are willing to lend a hand, I would like to owe you a favor in my personal capacity. If you ever need my help in the future, as long as it does not violate ethics or morality, I am willing to assist you."

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment."

Chang Wen turned to look in the direction of the Taixu Sword Sect. "Fellow Daoist Taiyi, you just said that Nangong Chi voluntarily gave me the Strange Flame, but you didn't mention at all that your sect leader attacked Xinghe. Why is that?"

"Just tell me what you want!"

Taiyi instantly understood Changwen's meaning and didn't waste any words.

Chang Wen's heart stirred slightly; this Taiyi was quite shrewd!

This was perfect, saving him the trouble of explaining. He immediately said, "Give me two spirit boats as a token of your appreciation!"

Two spirit boats...

Taiyi's eyelids twitched slightly; he hadn't expected Chang Wen to have such a big appetite. Two spirit boats were worth hundreds of thousands of mid-grade spirit stones, equivalent to several years' salary for him—no small sum.

"One!"

He suppressed his emotions and began to bargain.

"One won't do, we need two!"

Chang Wen doesn't back down. There's no such thing as a free lunch; he won't be overly compassionate and generous to everyone.

"Two ships it is!"

Taiyi was a straightforward person; he gritted his teeth, took out two spirit boat models, and tossed them to Changwen.