Linglong casually said, "Doing something very interesting."

"Ah? Oh!" The little poison creature followed behind in a daze.

At the same time.

The protagonist bypassed the maze formation of Yao Family Town and brought Xu Yue'Er to the outskirts of the city.

Xu Yue'Er's face was dark, and her whole body was stiff—symptoms of severe poisoning.

"Ancestor, can you tell what kind of poison she's afflicted with?"

As the protagonist spoke, he maintained at least a step's distance from Xu Yue'Er, appearing detached and as though he had done his utmost.

The protagonist was not someone who would coldly refuse to help others.

But for some unknown reason, every time he saw Xu Yue'Er, he couldn't help but think of Zhao Yi, causing a feeling of disgust in his heart.

If the Four Seas Dragon Race were still around, perhaps the protagonist would have forced himself to deal with Xu Yue'Er, but now that the Four Seas Dragon Race was nearly extinct, Xu Yue'Er had no more value to him.

If not for the old monk's strong insistence, the protagonist wouldn't even have wanted to bring Xu Yue'Er when he escaped earlier.

Hearing the protagonist's words, the old monk's soul body floated out of the ring.

This was the first time the protagonist saw the old monk's soul body after encountering the old emperor.

The last time, the old emperor's slap nearly scattered the old monk's soul, and when the old monk regained consciousness, it was just as the protagonist faced the Eye of Celestial Tribulation.

At that time, the protagonist was withstanding the first Tribulation Thunder head-on, with the old monk by his side, expecting the old monk to be severely injured or at least on the verge of death.

However, when the old monk's soul body appeared, it was unexpectedly different from what the protagonist imagined.

The old monk's soul body was incredibly solid, even more resilient than when Prince Zhi had used the Dragon God Technique to stabilize his Divine Soul.

The protagonist noticed a faint black halo surrounding the old monk's soul body, very similar to the red gold halo of the Dragon God Technique.

The protagonist remembered that the old monk had previously said that Prince Zhi used that red gold halo to control him, so what was this black halo now?

Was it the mark the old monk mentioned that was branded onto his Divine Soul?

But he never said that mark could strengthen his Divine Soul.

Indeed, the old monk's soul body had grown stronger.

The protagonist had never known how high the old monk's cultivation level was, but now he had broken through to the Tier Nine Saint King Realm and could sense the old monk's soul body level.

The old monk's soul body was previously at the Eighth Ascension Realm, consistent with the cultivation level of the abbot of a subordinate temple of the Buddhist Sect.

When the protagonist was at West Mountain Temple, the abbot there also had an Eighth Ascension Realm cultivation level.

However, what made the protagonist feel strange was that the old monk's soul body level had improved.

He was now at the Tier Nine Saint King Realm!

The protagonist was not a novice like Zhao Yi, just starting cultivation.

He had been cultivating since childhood and was very familiar with the common knowledge of the Cultivation Realm.

He had never heard of anyone whose physical body was destroyed, yet their soul body cultivation level could still be raised.

For most people, just maintaining the Soul Realm level is admirable.

The old monk didn't know the protagonist had become suspicious of him.

His Divine Soul floated to Xu Yue'Er and frowned slightly upon checking, then exhaled in relief.

"The little poison creature held back, it's not Seven-Star Begonia; she can be saved!"

After saying this, the old monk placed his hand on Xu Yue'Er's brow, and the golden Buddha's Light shone, quickly suppressing the severe poison on Xu Yue'Er's face.

The protagonist watched silently from the side.

After the old monk detoxified Xu Yue'Er, his Divine Soul dimmed significantly, and his spirit weakened. It was clear that expelling the poison was not as simple as he had claimed.

Seeing this, the protagonist became even more puzzled.

A Divine Soul cannot be cultivated; using a portion of Soul Power diminishes it permanently.

In the past, whenever the old monk intervened to help the protagonist, he would need to sleep for a long time afterward.

Now, for Xu Yue'Er, he unexpectedly exhausted his Soul Power.

When something is out of the norm, there's always a reason!

The protagonist looked at the old monk, his gaze flickering as if trying to see through him.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk uttered a Buddhist chant, folded his hands in prayer, and turned to the protagonist, "Xu Yue'Er is destined to be your harem. Keeping her by your side will greatly benefit your fortune."

"No need!" The protagonist decisively refused.

Whenever the protagonist saw Xu Yue'Er, he would remember her intimacy with Zhao Yi in the Great River Secret Realm.

Every time the old monk mentioned Xu Yue'Er as the protagonist's destined harem, the protagonist felt repulsed.

By now, just seeing Xu Yue'Er made him want to throw up.

The protagonist ignored the old monk's expression, glanced at Xu Yue'Er, and turned to leave, saying as he walked, "Since she's fine, I'll be going first! Yao Su is still in the Mountain God Temple; I need to take her to Little Leiyin Temple to find Arhat Fruit! Her Divine Soul is dissipating; if she doesn't take the Arhat Fruit soon, her body will wither!"

"Wait!" The old monk quickly called to the protagonist.

Pointing at the protagonist, he said, frustrated, "You little monk, why are you so foolish? This dragon girl is about to wake up. If you're not here, how can she remember your life-saving grace? With the Four Seas Dragon Race severely harmed, this dragon girl surely harbors deep hatred for human cultivators. Without saving her, how can she develop feelings for you and become part of your harem? If she doesn't join your harem, all my efforts would have been in vain!"

The protagonist turned back to the old monk, looking utterly shocked.

Could the old monk be a habitual offender?

Seeing how skilled he was at this, he seemed quite experienced!

The protagonist gave the old monk a glance, pointed at Xu Yue'Er nearby, and said expressionlessly, "Ancestor, it seems she heard everything you just said. Is there still any chance of me claiming to be her savior now?"

Hmm?

The old monk was momentarily stunned.

He instinctively turned his head and saw Xu Yue'Er staring at him with one eye wide open.

Their eyes met, and the air instantly became silent.

Awkward!

Extremely awkward!

The old monk had never experienced such awkwardness in his life; he wished the earth would swallow him up.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk watched as Xu Yue'Er's gaze shifted from confusion to anger, knowing that if he didn't clear things up, it would be over.

He was about to speak when the protagonist intervened.

The protagonist glanced at Xu Yue'Er, noting her complexion was pale due to the poison but otherwise normal. He casually waved his hand and said, "You're awake? Go find Zhao Yi; we have to leave now."

With that, the protagonist turned to leave.

The old monk was immediately anxious, "Wait!"

Unwilling to give up, he said, "Little monk, don't you have anything to say to this lady donor?"

The old monk had depleted half of his Soul Power detoxifying Xu Yue'Er, leaving his Divine Soul seriously damaged.

If the protagonist and Xu Yue'Er didn't develop further, his efforts would be wasted.

"Say what?" The protagonist was perplexed.

Frustrated, the old monk replied, "Of course, to tell this lady donor the truth behind the Dragon Race's catastrophe!"

The truth?

Upon hearing this, the protagonist frowned deeply.

The protagonist understood the old monk's intent: to pin the blame on Zhao Yi.

But it was the little poison creature who did the poisoning.

With countless guards by Zhao Yi's side, this dragon girl couldn't possibly harm him and might turn her wrath on the little poison creature instead.

Being only at the Fourth Separation and Reunion Realm, if the dragon girl wanted to kill her, she would certainly die.

The little poison creature had just saved the protagonist's life; he couldn't betray her.

So, with the old monk expectantly watching, the protagonist said firmly, "I don't know the truth behind the Dragon Race's catastrophe. At the time, it was chaos; everyone was fighting crazily. I don't know who unleashed the poison before dying, but both the Dragon Race and the cults of the Cultivation Realm perished! I was far away at that moment; seeing you nearby, I saved you as a matter of course!"

Joining his hands in prayer, the protagonist sincerely said, "Donor, my ancestor was just joking with you. Please don't take it seriously. As monks, we are supposed to be compassionate, and we cannot stoop to holding kindness against others."

"Amitabha!"

The protagonist recited another Buddhist chant and continued, "Regarding the Martial Arts Arena, I also lost many fellow disciples, so I can understand your pain of losing family. But since it was a battle of life and death, you must accept the consequences. Try to let go. The deceased are gone, and the living must move on."

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