Chapter 1490: I Say!

He sat cross-legged and took out the True Spirit Blood. While Tian Ge was unconscious, he seized the opportunity to cultivate the final form of the *Brahma Saint True Spirit Art*.

Opening his mouth, he swallowed a wisp of True Spirit Blood. The long-absent, extreme pain assaulted him, but having undergone numerous body refinements, he could now bear it with composure. He clenched his jaw, silently enduring the intense pain, slowly digesting the True Spirit Blood.

Half a day passed. The pain on Jiang Fan's face eased, and a faint gleam flickered in his eyes.

"Heavenly Form!" he exclaimed softly. Without warning, dense grey chains appeared in the sky above his head.

"Is the Heavenly Form chains?"

"What is its function?" Jiang Fan showed a trace of curiosity. The Divine Form, Human Form, and Earth Form each had their unique characteristics. They had also provided much assistance on his martial path. He wondered what the Heavenly Form represented.

Lu Jiulin, the creator of the *Brahma Saint True Spirit Art*, was himself limited by the True Spirit Blood and could not cultivate the art to perfection. He merely deduced that with all four forms manifesting simultaneously, one could contend with a God-Transformation Realm expert. Could it be that, like the unification of the Six Heavenly Thunder Divisions, it would also unleash heaven-defying power? If only there were a strong practitioner he could spar with.

Suppressing his excitement, he willed the Heavenly Form to recede. It was then he noticed Tian Ge had woken up. She huddled trembling in a corner, clutching herself, glaring at him with hatred. When she saw Jiang Fan looking at her, her eyes trembled, and fear appeared again.

Her lips moved, and she said in a bargaining tone, "It's not that I can't teach you inscriptions, but you must promise me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Fan took out the Divine Wood. Without a word, he swung it at her.

Tian Ge was startled and screamed in terror, "Stop, I'll tell you..." She did not want to endure that kind of pain a second time!

Jiang Fan still brought it down swiftly.

"Ah!"

The pain on Tian Ge's body had not fully subsided when she took another blow. That hellish, inhuman torture made her collapse to the ground again, rolling in agony. To her horror, Jiang Fan expressionlessly struck her again. She didn't even groan and fainted once more.

Jiang Fan said expressionlessly, "You're not in enough pain yet!" How dare she still try to bargain with him? This showed Tian Ge was unconvinced; even if she agreed to teach, she might not teach the genuine knowledge.

Meanwhile, Jiang Fan was not idle. He closed his eyes again, silently comprehending the *Selfless Dust Cleansing Art*. He was very eager to see if cultivating this art to the second level of perfection could truly evade the senses of a God-Transformation Realm expert.

Half a day later.

Standing at the entrance of White Horse Temple, the Bingxin Great Venerable, dressed in a silver gown, held a jade pendant and subtly frowned. On the jade pendant, a clear character "three" was visible.

"The Grand Wine Offering in Sacred Spirit Province has also begun its countdown."

"Three days. The Desolate Ancient Token must be found!" She raised her eyes, looking at White Horse Temple before her, and exhaled softly, "Good, at least I've pinpointed this person's general location."

Just then, from within the temple came the magnetic, slow, and elegant voice of Tian Ting Bodhisattva. "Bingxin Great Venerable visits; forgive us for not coming out to greet you."

A Great Venerable personally arrived, yet Tian Ting Bodhisattva didn't even come out to greet her? Bingxin Great Venerable was slightly surprised. Was this Bodhisattva so detached from worldly matters? But she was not one to quibble over minor details; with a thought, she teleported to the cultivation grounds.

"Apologies for the disturbance, Bodhisattva," Bingxin Great Venerable said.

Tian Ting Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and smiled, "I once heard that Bingxin Great Venerable understands worldly affairs yet remains untainted by them."

"Seeing you now, it truly lives up to your reputation."

A Great Venerable actively paying respects to a Heaven-Human First Decay practitioner. In all of Middle-earth, only Bingxin Great Venerable seemed so disregardful of the strict martial arts hierarchy.

Bingxin Great Venerable smiled faintly, "Bodhisattva, you flatter me."

"Your third great vow is what we younger generations should learn from."

Tian Ting Bodhisattva smiled serenely, "May I ask, Bingxin Great Venerable, what brings you here?"

Bingxin Great Venerable countered, "Bodhisattva's first great vow is to listen to the sounds of heaven and earth."

"I have been in Taicang Great Province for two days now. What I am searching for, and whom I am looking for, how could the Bodhisattva not know?" Her nature was pure, but she was by no means foolish.

Tian Ting Bodhisattva smiled without speaking.

"That person has come to your White Horse Temple, hasn't he?" Bingxin Great Venerable asked.

Tian Ting Bodhisattva replied, "He is."

"However, I believe no one in Middle-earth is more suitable to hold the Desolate Ancient Token than him."

Bingxin Great Venerable was unconvinced. Talented individuals were as numerous as fish in a river. Not to mention Tianzhou, even their Sacred Spirit Province had two prodigies whose renown shook space and time. And Jiang Fan, born on this very land, had once been famous throughout the Nine Provinces of Middle-earth, astonishing his generation. Were they not worthy of holding the Desolate Ancient Token?

"Whether he is suitable or not, I will know once I test him myself," Bingxin Great Venerable said.

Tian Ting Bodhisattva replied, "With your cultivation, Great Venerable, who could pass your test?"

"If you dislike someone, you have a thousand ways to disqualify them."

If it were any other Great Venerable, they wouldn't bother with Tian Ting Bodhisattva. A single burst of pressure would be enough to force an answer. However, Bingxin Great Venerable seriously considered this. A moment later, she raised a finger and tapped her brow. A wisp of ice crystal emerged from her brow, then slowly expanded until it formed a humanoid figure. Next, the ice crystal figure grew facial features, skin, clothes, and even cultivation!

Soon, a female God-Transformation Realm Venerable with delicate features and a cultivation level of Heaven-Human First Decay was conjured out of thin air. This scene left the monks of White Horse Temple utterly shocked. Even Tian Ting Bodhisattva couldn't help but clasp his hands and say, "Amitābha."

"Bingxin Great Venerable's accomplishments rival creation itself, having comprehended the domain of that ancient Saint."

Bingxin Great Venerable asked, "Where is he?"

"I will use this clone to test him."

"If he cannot even defeat a Heaven-Human First Decay practitioner, the Desolate Ancient Token will only be wasted on him."

Tian Ting Bodhisattva nodded slightly, his gaze drifting towards the direction of the dungeon. Bingxin Great Venerable's eyes showed anticipation: "I hope you don't disappoint me." She then closed her eyes, remaining motionless as if she had lost consciousness. Meanwhile, the crystal clone slowly opened its eyes and flew towards the dungeon.

At the same time, in the dungeon, Jiang Fan rubbed his temples, muttering, "As expected of a Heaven-grade cultivation art, comprehending it truly drains my mental energy."

"But, I finally succeeded." His eyes gleamed, and he felt a surge of eagerness. However, there was something more important to attend to now.

He looked at the unconscious Tian Ge. Having taken four consecutive blows, she was already weak and nearly lost her life. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her brows knitted together, and her face was filled with pain. As if sensing Jiang Fan's gaze, she slowly opened her eyes. In her vision, Jiang Fan's figure went from blurry to clear. She immediately recoiled in fright, instinctively shrinking backward. She was truly terrified of being beaten. It wasn't just being hit; it was falling into purgatory and enduring torment.

This time, before Jiang Fan could speak, she quickly put her hands over her head and urgently said:

"Don't hit me, I'll tell you everything!"