Chapter 545: Did the Underworld Open a Back Door for You?

"You, a born saint?"

Qi Wenshan heard it and almost laughed his big teeth out.

A child only a few months old, not yet a year old, actually dared to call himself a born saint in front of him.

Wait... a child of a few months... a born saint?

A flash of insight flickered briefly in Qi Wenshan's mind, as if he had thought of something; his gaze at Wang Ping'an was filled with barely concealed greed as he said:

"Kid, whether you're a born saint I don't know, but I do know you must be a reincarnation of a great being!"

From Wang Ping'an's words, he didn't seem like a child just a few months old.

He didn't know whether Wang Ping'an, when reincarnating, had forgotten to drink the Meng Po soup, or this kid had taken the back door; either way, it proved the kid's previous life was a remarkable figure.

Otherwise.

A reincarnated child cannot possibly retain memories of a past life!

He would conjecture that Wang Ping'an's having past-life memories was a guess derived from Wang Ping'an's words.

Initially.

He guessed that Wang Ping'an's previous life was a formidable figure; deep down he was terrified, fearing that a single finger of Wang Ping'an could crush him, but before his fear lingered, he suddenly realized.

The current Wang Ping'an was merely a child of a few months; even if he took the back door and reincarnation didn't erase past memories, at most he was a child with past-life memories, nothing extraordinary.

If.

If he could devour Wang Ping'an's soul and obtain the memories of Wang Ping'an's past life, not only could he impersonate the reincarnated body of that past self and use its identity to rise, but even just possessing those memories would grant him extraordinary cultivation methods.

Why would he need to rely on a side path to become a tiny Mountain God?

Cultivating to become an immortal is his true goal.

"Hahaha, Heaven treats me as exceptional; although I don't know where the mysterious person who appeared and ruined my life came from, he has thrown a reincarnated soul with past-life memories in front of me, clearly to let me rise—no, to become an immortal ancestor…"

Qi Wenshan could no longer contain his excitement, laughing heartily, but before his joy could go too far, his hair stood on end all over; the temperature throughout the divine realm dropped rapidly, plunging into a bleak, cold winter month. Instinctively he looked up, seeking the culprit behind the sudden chill.

His gaze instantly caught a familiar object in the divine realm: a Flying Sword.

It was identical to the Flying Sword that had tried to take his life not long ago.

"You, you, you…"

Qi Wenshan's pupils contracted sharply, a flash of insight flickered in his mind, his face full of barely concealed terror; trembling, he wailed: "Are you that mysterious person?"

"What do you think?"

Wang Ping'an gave no reply, but smiled brightly and walked toward Qi Wenshan.

Thump! Qi Wenshan wasn't stupid; hearing Wang Ping'an's tone, he couldn't possibly not understand—he was the mysterious person who had just tried to take his life in the Mountain God Temple. He hurriedly leapt down from the altar, knelt before the briskly approaching Wang Ping'an, and pleaded:

"Little brother—no, spare me, spare me, I am blind, cannot recognize the true Buddha of the world; I beg you, sir, not to hold a petty man against me, and not to test me as an equal!"

At this moment.

Qi Wenshan, in his heart, couldn't help cursing Heaven for being blind; he had thought Heaven placed a reincarnated soul with past-life memories before him to let him rise, never expecting that this child of only a few months, with past-life memories, also possessed the cultivation of its previous life.

The next moment.

Qi Wenshan shivered all over, suddenly realizing, his gaze at Wang Ping'an before him filled with barely concealed terror.

He then recalled that reincarnation with past-life memories is impossible, whether a divine being, an immortal, or even a so-called saint; the realm of samsara does not retain cultivation. Even though Wang Ping'an has sky-reaching cultivation and background, any reincarnation should not retain past memories.

Yet Wang Ping'an not only possessed past-life memories, but as a child of only a few months, his speech and tone were indistinguishable from an adult's, and he bore terrifying cultivation—something no infant could achieve.

Then.

There is only one possibility!

It is that the Wang Ping'an before him is not the genuine Wang Ping'an, but an old monster that emerged from somewhere; for various reasons—such as an imminent death, unwillingness to reincarnate, and refusal to become a Ghost Cultivator—it chose another path, borrowing a corpse to return to life.

Wang Ping'an, with a teasing tone, said: "Master Qi, my secret is almost uncovered by you; should I let you go?"

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"This, this, this… young master, if you don't believe me, I, I, I can swear to Heaven!"

Qi Wenshan, his voice trembling, glanced sideways at Wang Ping'an; seeing the teasing smile still on Wang Ping'an's face, his heart turned to ash. Seizing a moment when Wang Ping'an wasn't looking, he grimaced and muttered:

'Old monster, you forced me!'

The next moment.

The divine realm changed color, turning pitch black as if it became a ghostly abyss, hands invisible. Qi Wenshan gave Wang Ping'an no chance to react, leapt toward him, opened a massive gaping maw, and swallowed Wang Ping'an whole.

Just as he was about to swallow Wang Ping'an whole, Qi Wenshan could no longer restrain his excitement and exclaimed with great enthusiasm:

"Old monster, you forced me; you gave me no way out, so don't blame me. I will risk my life against you—either you die or I perish. I never expected you to be fish meat on a cutting board!"

Knowing that Wang Ping'an was an old monster borrowing a corpse to return, he faced Wang Ping'an with terror, especially the Flying Sword before Wang Ping'an, which had just tried to take his life. If possible, he didn't want to fight Wang Ping'an to death; otherwise he wouldn't have knelt and begged for mercy. Yet he never imagined that this old monster was no ordinary being— even when he knelt and begged, it would not grant him a way out.

He could only fight Wang Ping'an!

While fighting desperately, his heart was also full of fear, fearing that the Flying Sword hovering before Wang Ping'an would again claim his life.

Never expected...

Neither Wang Ping'an nor the Flying Sword hovering before him made any move.

"Wait... what is that?"

Qi Wenshan forced himself to suppress his excitement, imagining that if he took advantage of Wang Ping'an's carelessness and swallowed him whole, he could obtain Wang Ping'an's memories and accomplish countless great deeds. Suddenly his peripheral vision caught Wang Ping'an, standing motionless in the darkness, mouth opened as if doing something unknown.

From his mouth emanated an irresistible attraction!

(End of chapter)