87: The demon will die if it is killed.

As he spoke, the emotion in Bao Jing's eyes immediately faded, returning to its usual calm.

Jiang Lan's eyes lit up.

A divine healer!

But then, as if he had thought of something, his expression subtly changed.

In that state just now, Bao Jing's Realm was at least Qi Gathering Ninth Level.

But Yao Banxian merely patted his forehead and sent him back.

What kind of Realm must that be?

At the very least, he couldn't be at the same Gathering Yuan Realm, could he?

Mortal Shedding?!

As far as Jiang Lan knew, the Chief of Great Yan's Demon Suppression Division was only at the Peak of Gathering Yuan strength.

But Yao Banxian was actually at Mortal Shedding?

And looking at his relaxed and carefree expression, he probably wasn't just newly in Mortal Shedding.

While Jiang Lan was pondering this, Yao Banxian's hand had already withdrawn.

"It's nothing major, just two demonic Divine Soul fragments. After a period of nurturing, he'll be unaffected in due time."

Bao Jing was still in a dazed, not fully conscious state.

But Jiang Lan caught the information in Yao Banxian's words.

"Two?"

"Yes, he was originally implanted with one Divine Soul fragment by that demon, and he just absorbed another."

Jiang Lan was surprised.

Yao Banxian truly was divine; he could even see that.

Bao Jing also sobered up at this point.

"Pavilion Master..."

Yao Banxian's empty gaze swept over him.

"Little Monk, you have a great destiny. Your Divine Soul is different from ordinary people's, otherwise you would have been assimilated by the first Divine Soul fragment long ago. I didn't expect you could absorb another one now. But you should also be careful; these two are your limit now. If you encounter another Divine Soul fragment and absorb it, you might not be you anymore."

"This..." Bao Jing's eyes also showed some surprise.

To him, Yao Banxian was just a stranger. He merely touched his head a few times and could discern that he had two Divine Soul fragments in his mind?

If it were anyone else, let alone revealing it with a single word, they probably wouldn't even be able to explain what a Divine Soul fragment was.

"Just listen to this old man, and you'll be fine."

Bao Jing bit his lower lip slightly, seemingly a little unwilling.

Yao Banxian, as if he could see it, smiled and said, "If you really want to absorb more, it's not impossible."

Bao Jing's eyes brightened.

"Please, Pavilion Master, enlighten me."

"Enlightenment is too grand a word. If you completely assimilate these two Divine Soul fragments you have now, you can then go absorb others."

"Assimilate?" Bao Jing quickly asked, "How long will that take?"

"This old man is a Banxian, not an immortal. How can I say for sure how long it will take? Perhaps half a year, perhaps a year, or perhaps ten or eight years. It depends on your fortune, Little Monk."

"amitabha, thank you, Pavilion Master, for clarifying."

Bao Jing paused, then somewhat awkwardly continued to inquire:

"It's just that now, in my mind, unpleasant emotions and thoughts occasionally pop up. I wonder if the Pavilion Master has a solution for this problem?"

"What's there to solve? If you want to, just do it. Cultivation, cultivation. If your thoughts aren't clear, how can you cultivate?"

Bao Jing's eyes widened at his words.

"Do it?"

When those negative emotions emerged just now, he even wanted to kill Jiang Lan.

Things like slaughtering cities and destroying nations all flashed through his mind.

If he were to act on these, what would become of him?

Leaving aside whether he had the courage, even if he did, he would need to be capable of doing it.

As if guessing what Bao Jing was thinking, Yao Banxian's expression showed some helplessness.

"Having clear thoughts also has its limits. It's not about doing whatever you think; at least be realistic."

Bao Jing: "Then killing people... Little Monk can't do that either..."

"This Banxian will show you a clear path."

Bao Jing quickly agreed, "Pavilion Master, please speak! Little Monk is all ears!"

"You are human, so naturally you cannot kill humans. But you are a member of the Demon Suppression Division. If you cannot kill humans, can you not kill demons? They scream when they're hurt, and they die when they're killed; it's the same. The malevolent Qi from the Divine Soul fragments in your body is too strong; releasing it once in a while will be good for you."

"amitabha!" Bao Jing's tone carried a hint of excitement, "Pavilion Master, what profound insight!"

The conversation between the two left Jiang Lan, who was sitting opposite them, completely dumbfounded.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you can wait by the door. I'll chat with Little Friend Jiang."

"Yes, yes, yes, Little Monk will take his leave now!"

Bao Jing, as if hearing a sacred decree, quickly agreed.

As Bao Jing stood up and was about to walk out the door, Yao Banxian suddenly spoke again, calling out to him.

"Wait a moment."

"What are your instructions, Pavilion Master?"

Bao Jing stopped and turned around.

Yao Banxian said:

"Since you've had a taste of it, you certainly won't be content to just wait. However, I wasn't joking just now, Banxian. No matter how resilient a Divine Soul is, there's always a limit. If you insist on absorbing more Divine Soul fragments, you'll eventually become something neither human nor ghost."

"How about this, there are three small bamboo tubes on the shelf next to you. Take them. If you really get a Divine Soul fragment and can't bear to let it dissipate, put it in a bamboo tube. It should be able to preserve it for a period of time."

Bao Jing was once again overjoyed.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master!"

After speaking, he walked to the shelf, picked up three warm, jade-like bamboo tubes, and then exited the room.

Once Bao Jing left, only Jiang Lan and Yao Banxian remained in the room.

Jiang Lan sized up Yao Banxian, then heard him say:

"Now it's just the two of us. Let's talk about you."

"About me?"

Yao Banxian acted as if he hadn't heard, his eyes, full of whites, looked above Jiang Lan's head.

A thoughtful expression appeared on his face; he seemed to be contemplating something.

After a good while, he spoke again.

"Little Friend Jiang, you... possess great Luck."

A flicker of almost imperceptible tension crossed Jiang Lan's eyes.

He couldn't help but be nervous.

Yao Banxian gave him the feeling that he could see through everything.

Even when they first met, Yao Banxian had revealed, with a single word, that he had less than a year to live.

At that time, Jiang Lan thought he was a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse, but if he still thought that now, he'd be missing a screw loose.

He was truly afraid that his secret would be discovered by Yao Banxian.

If someone of ordinary strength had discovered it, Jiang Lan wouldn't have hesitated at all; he would have immediately erupted and killed them.

The System was his fundamental means of survival in this world and absolutely could not be known by others.

Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes, trying his best not to show his emotions, and softly asked:

"Great Luck, how so?"

"This Banxian cannot see the specifics, but in short, a Grandmist purple Qi hovers above your head, and even the emperor of this Great Yan is far from being one ten-thousandth of you."

Hearing Yao Banxian's words, Jiang Lan's first reaction was not surprise, but a frown.

He was not a native of this place, so naturally, he didn't have those so-called ideas of loyalty to the emperor and serving the country.

But this was, after all, the territory of the Great Yan Nation.

Yet Yao Banxian actually uttered such 'treasonous' words, which was a bit too dismissive of the Great Yan Nation's emperor.

If heard by someone with ulterior motives, he wouldn't have a hundred heads to spare.

Of course, the premise was that someone had the ability to do so.

Yao Banxian seemed to possess the ability to discern people's hearts.

"Little Friend Jiang, are you perhaps under the impression that this Miao Fa Pavilion is under the jurisdiction of your Yan Country?"