Chapter 258: Conversation

"Oh, the treasure vault door still has restrictions? Why don't I have memories in this regard?" Kang Wuhen frowned upon hearing this and said.

"The time since Shangren traced back to the source is still short, perhaps the relevant memories haven't been retrieved yet."

"But so many years have passed, even if there were original opening restriction incantations, they might have weakened or failed. So just in case, it's better to prepare some cultivator essence blood, perhaps we really need to use blood sacrifice methods to forcibly break the restriction." The old monk replied with an unchanging expression.

"Also, preparing more means is never a bad thing. My practice of that secret technique is very smooth. Give me one more night, and I feel I can use it proficiently."

"How are those demonic thieves from outside doing now? Still unwilling to leave outside?" Kang Wuhen nodded and suddenly asked again.

"Shangren, rest assured. The 'Seven Stars Arching the Moon Great Formation' you personally laid down back then is a parent-child formation. Although the illusion formation outside was forcibly broken by them, the current child formation is a defensive restriction. Unless a Golden Core cultivator makes a move, it is absolutely impossible to break it in a short time. But this child formation can only be maintained for three days." The old monk replied with certainty.

"Three days? Enough!"

"I will go subdue the Vanshen Sheli tomorrow and take the treasures in the treasure vault. By then, even if those demonic thieves want to leave, this seat doesn't intend to let them go." Kang Wuhen showed a trace of coldness and said.

"Then congratulations to Shangren for everything going smoothly tomorrow. This old monk will take his leave and go down to make some preparations for tomorrow." Upon hearing this, the old monk showed a trace of joy, walked over, picked up Yuantong, and took his leave.

Kang Wuhen watched the old monk leave the secret room, took out the last Human Soul Pill from the box, took it, closed his eyes, and continued to practice the newly learned secret technique.

Whether he can really subdue the Vanshen Sheli tomorrow will all depend on this secret technique.

Outside the secret room, the old monk carried Yuantong back to another larger stone hall. After throwing the body he was carrying onto the ground again, he lowered his head and looked at the unconscious young monk.

At this time, Yuantong was lying on his back with his hands and feet on both sides, his young facial features completely revealed.

The old monk looked quietly at Yuantong's face, his expression changing uncertainly. For a while, his gaze was blurred, for a while, his expression was excited. Suddenly, he turned and walked to a wall, patting it with one hand.

"Ga beng," a series of mechanism sounds, and the wall split open.

The old monk reached out his arm, took out a scorched yellow scroll from it, walked back to the young monk, and opened it slowly.

Only to see that on this silk cloth painting that had lasted for years, a portrait of a young scholar was drawn.

This scholar looked to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and his facial features were exactly the same as Yuantong the monk, as if he were the young monk who had grown a few years older.

The old monk looked at the scholar's portrait on the scroll, fell into some distant memory, and stood there without moving.

Just at this moment, a stuttering voice came from the void beside him.

"You... you are thinking... thinking about the past... again..."

As soon as the words fell, the void beside him fluctuated, and a blurred black figure emerged.

Although this figure couldn't see its appearance clearly, half of its body and one thigh had disappeared, and even the knee of the remaining thigh was clearly a large section shorter.

"People get old and will be like this, always thinking about things when they were young, especially at such times."

"What happened?"

"You deal with a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator and end up in such a sorry state." The old monk replied lightly, put away the scroll in his hand, but seeing the figure's appearance, a trace of pity appeared on his face.

It seemed he felt more heartache for the incompleteness of the figure's body than the figure itself.

"Not... ordinary Foundation Establishment... has... third-rank magic tool... doesn't matter... eat blood food... recover."

The blurred black figure didn't care about the current state of its body, and stuttered a few more times.

"Third-rank magic tool, could it be that a Golden Core cultivator sealed his cultivation and broke in? No wonder you couldn't resist in your current state."

"But it doesn't matter. Once you take back your natal demon core, it's not impossible to restore your past cultivation. By then, a Golden Core cultivator will be nothing but a mouthful for you."

"As for blood food, the materials for refining Human Soul Pill, there are still a few outsiders captured earlier in the pill room. You can go eat them yourself later."

"Cherish this body a little, will you? After all, it was my body back then, just borrowed for you to use temporarily."

"In addition, hurry up and recover your limbs tonight. Tomorrow I will take that kid to subdue the Vanshen Sheli. You follow invisibly on the side. By then, you might need to contribute." The old monk said thoughtfully.

"Open the treasure vault door, by then you and I will both get what we want."

"I want... the two... female blood foods below." The blurred black figure.

"No, those two little girls possess bloodline power. Perhaps they will be needed for blood sacrifice tomorrow. If you want to recover your limbs, ordinary blood food is enough." The old monk refused in one gulp.

The blurred black figure was silent for a time upon hearing this. But the next moment, its body trembled, and a ball of black light flew out from its broken body, plunging directly into the unconscious Yuantong's body on the ground.

At the same time, its originally one-legged broken body fell to the ground, the black mist on its body dispersed, revealing its true face.

It was actually an old man of about sixty or seventy years old. Looking at his facial features, he was somewhat similar to Yuantong and the scholar on the painting, only his hair was gray, his face was wrinkled, and he looked several times older.

Seeing such a situation, the old monk didn't have the slightest intention of stopping it, but instead looked at all this with a trace of sarcasm.

The next moment, "peng" sound.

Several giant golden spirit runes on Yuantong's body surface flashed, and that ball of black light was bounced out of his body. After spinning in the nearby air, it turned into a headless spider phantom the size of a fist.

After it emitted a low roar of unwillingness, it circled and flew back into the old, broken body.

"Hu chi" sound.

Black mist wrapped around the old man's broken body, and he stood up slowly, opening his scarlet eyes again.

"Still unwilling, want to change to a younger body?"

"You don't want to think, such a thing happened when I first came to the secret realm, it's not like you haven't tried it."

"If I hadn't cooperated with you later and voluntarily given up my body, you would still be a lonely ghost now. After all, you are just a wisp of remnant soul of Jialan Shangren's spirit pet."

"Rest assured, as long as I get the treasure in the treasure vault tomorrow, and you get that demon core, I naturally have a way to make you get what you want." The old monk said lightly. ===== CHAPTER 259 =====