Chapter 394: Opportunity

"Little fellow, let this seat see, what secrets do you actually have?" The mysterious existence smiled wickedly, and then, with him as the center, the roots spread throughout Meng Yifan's entire body trembled simultaneously, probing every one of Meng Yifan's cells, meridians, Spirit Roots, blood vessels, muscles, bones, and skin.

"Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, Thunder, yin, yang, you are actually a Nine-Element Waste Spirit Root? It is too incredible; this seat is a Five-Element Spirit Root, where the Five Elements generate and overcome each other, forming a self-contained system capable of evolving into a medium-grade world."

"You actually intend to pursue Nine-System Cultivation; the little fellow has great ambition. If you were allowed to bring all nine systems into the Sixth Grade and fuse the nine-system rules into one, then the world you construct would be a superior-grade world with immense potential. If it continues to develop, there is even hope for it to be comparable to a true Great World. It is a pity that this path is too difficult; since ancient times, almost no one has succeeded."

"Eh! Logically, a Waste Spirit Root like you should be incapable of cultivation at all, yet you have actually reached the Fifth Grade realm at just over thirty years old, which is even faster than the cultivation speed of a Single-Element Heaven Spirit Root. How could such a strange thing happen? This seat has roamed the world for three thousand years and has never seen such a thing."

"Haha, interesting, truly interesting. You must have some heaven-defying encounter, right? Excellent, once I take over your body, your encounters will all belong to this seat."

The mysterious existence used his roots to check once more, yet he found no abnormalities, which left him somewhat puzzled. He laughed, "Little fellow, is your encounter hidden within your Spirit Sea? I will give you a chance: if you voluntarily tell me about your encounter, I can grant you one condition. For example, if you have any enemies you want to kill, any beauties you haven't managed to pursue, or any wishes you want to fulfill, this seat can satisfy them for you."

Meng Yifan's Divine Soul Origin was trapped within his Spirit Sea. He tried every method, gathering his Spiritual Power into a single point, and was able to barely shake the Spirit Lock.

This caused a stir in Meng Yifan's heart. This mysterious existence was originally very powerful, but after all, he was now left with only a sliver of remnant spirit, and the strength he could exert was only at the Sixth Grade Peak, or perhaps comparable to the Seventh Grade Lower Tier.

Such strength was still very powerful and could easily crush Meng Yifan.

However, Meng Yifan was not entirely without a chance. He possessed the Game Panel, and he could level up by killing monsters. If he let this mysterious existence control his body to kill enemies, who would the Game Panel count it towards?

Logically, since it was Meng Yifan's body that performed the strikes, there was a high probability that the Experience Value would also count as his.

In this way, if he wiped out all the Demon Race powerhouses within the Secret Realm World and then finished off those human powerhouses who harbored malice toward him, Meng Yifan would be able to obtain a massive amount of Experience Value, and his strength would soar.

By then, Meng Yifan would have the ability to wrestle with the mysterious existence; who would emerge victorious in the end was still uncertain.

Thinking of this, Meng Yifan asked, "Whatever wish I state, you can grant it?"

"State it and let's see; this seat will try my best to satisfy you." The mysterious existence was very confident; with his strength, satisfying Meng Yifan's wish was not a difficult task.

"Many of those who entered the Secret Realm World this time are my enemies. If you help me kill them, I will tell you my secret," Meng Yifan said.

"Simple. Let's go; this seat will take you to seek revenge." Meng Yifan stood up and walked out of the mountain cave.

At the cave entrance, Zhang Butou and Jiang Tian were leading that group of Yin-Wood Dual-Element Ghost Cultivators to guard Meng Yifan. Seeing Meng Yifan walk out, they bowed respectfully and said in unison, "Respectfully welcoming Master out of seclusion."

"Yin-Wood Dual-Element Ghost Cultivators? Hehe, somewhat interesting. It is a pity that the wood-element spirit veins are too crude. Since you are my subordinates, this seat will grant you a stroke of fortune."

Meng Yifan raised his hand and waved. In the primeval jungle in the distance, all the plants had some green light clusters extracted from them, which then merged into the bodies of Zhang Butou, Jiang Tian, and the other Ghost Cultivators.

Zhang Butou and the other ghost soldiers and ghost generals all felt a pure wood-element energy nourishing their bodies, causing the meridians formed by the roots within them to gain a new lease on life, growing vigorously and transforming toward meridians similar to those in Meng Yifan's body.

Those green energies continued to pour into the ghost soldiers and ghost generals, causing their strength to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not long after, Zhang Butou and Jiang Tian both felt their bodies shake, their cultivation breaking through to the Fourth Grade High Rank, and those ghost soldiers also broke through one after another, becoming Third Grade Mid-Rank powerhouses.

The speed of the cultivation increase was too fast, which made Zhang Butou and the others unable to believe it was real.

One minute later, the green light clusters in the sky were exhausted. Zhang Butou and Jiang Tian had both become Fourth Grade Peak Yin-Wood Dual-Element Ghost Cultivators, and those ghost soldiers had also advanced to the Third Grade Peak.

This battalion of ghost soldiers and ghost generals, after entering the Secret Realm World, had obtained an unimaginable stroke of fortune; they were simply Reborn and Transformed, their strength soaring.

"Thank you, Master, for the grace of rebirth." The ghost soldiers and ghost generals were filled with gratitude, kneeling on the ground one after another and kowtowing repeatedly.

Zhang Butou, however, felt something strange. Before the seclusion, the Master did not have this ability to absorb the life force of jungle vegetation. Could it be that the Master had gained a great harvest from this seclusion?

Yet the Master's appearance and tone of voice had not changed, but the sense of vicissitudes in his eyes was as if he had been baptized by long, long years. This kind of look should not appear on Meng Yifan, who was only in his thirties.

"Could there be a problem with this Master?" Zhang Butou was startled, but he used his Yin Soul origin to sense Meng Yifan and discovered that the person before him was indeed Meng Yifan himself, which left him very puzzled. Was he overthinking it?