Chapter 778: Chapter 431: Even If the Spirit Root Is Shattered...

After three bowls of noodles, Li Ye felt considerably more cheerful.

He looked at the cultivator.

"Speak up."

"The price is always so high, so high that you have to betray to repay it."

"Perhaps you may even fail to repay it."

The cultivator couldn’t refute.

He picked up the chopsticks from the table and lightly tapped the edge of the bowl.

He said, "I can first tell Yang Ke Dao You a piece of news.

Those with spirit roots cannot stand before the great powers that reappear like myths—because they have stolen the might of heaven and earth themselves.

Only those who can practice cultivation without spirit roots can resist those great powers."

Hmm?

Li Ye pondered.

Suddenly, he felt curious: "Surely you have deeper motives, why replicate such myths?"

"..."

"Actually, it’s very simple, it’s to deny the current path of cultivation—myths are myths because they cannot be replicated, if even myths can be replicated, then what is cultivation for?"

This argument was not hard to counter.

But Li Ye knew there was a deeper reason.

It’s actually not denying ’cultivation’, but denying those great powers that once created myths.

The current path of cultivation is basically derived from the inheritances of those great powers; denying these divine techniques and Taoist techniques indeed deals a huge blow to the current cultivation civilization.

But he couldn’t understand.

Why was the Gnostic School already doing these things?

Moreover, it wasn’t hard to investigate them.

Yet the patriarchs still allowed them to exist, is it truly that... they can’t defeat them?

Though it seemed unbelievable, it seemed that was the only possibility.

Otherwise, they’d have likely attacked a long time ago.

He thought for a moment.

Decided it was better not to dwell too much on it.

How could anyone who reached a high-tier be genuinely foolish? He just needed to mind his own business.

He cast his gaze on the fourth bowl of noodles, eating it leisurely.

Clearly asked:

"So, how do you intend to cooperate with me?"

So this is already your fourth bowl, aren’t you sick of eating it?

The cultivator sighed, "I want to live, so I have revealed these matters to you—I have never harmed anyone, the myths I studied in the past are all things rarely put to use. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

May I exchange this for a promise from Yang Ke Dao You?

Sever my soul lamp in the Gnostic School.

Grant me freedom."

Li Ye knew what he would say and shook his head, "What you’re offering is not enough."

To him, severing a cultivator’s soul lamp wasn’t difficult.

At worst, he could threaten the Gnostic Realm a little.

But the problem was, why should he pay such a price for this guy, just because of a... piece of information that only a non-spirit root person can confront the shadows of great powers.

That was too cheap, wasn’t it.

The cultivator took a deep breath and softly said:

"How a mortal can practice cultivation, is that information enough?"

"You say it first." Li Ye leisurely sipped the noodle soup, indeed curious about this matter, but in a negotiation, whoever was curious first would lose.

This cultivator was quite interesting.

He dared to come here, even face him directly, was he truly ensnared by a loan from the Beaver, or was there another idea?

It had to be figured out.

Even if there was the Emotion Song, Li Ye was still half-believing and half-doubting him.

Too coincidental.

Whether it be this information or the encounter, the coincidences were somewhat excessive.

It felt more like it was carefully arranged.

If he could come here using the cultivator’s body, then there should be more cultivators from the Gnostic School present here, what exactly do these people want?

Now he was the City Lord of this city, all those unreliable Yang Ke Dao Yous had gone out adventuring, only he was working hard to maintain it.

Once he thought of this, he felt troubled.

So he directly shouted to the young servant, "Three more bowls!"

"Alright!"

The young servant seemed really worldly, seeing customers who ate a lot wasn’t uncommon, contrary to which it signified the recognition of his noodles, he was quite happy.

That cultivator: "..."

He took a deep breath.

Suppressing that small amount of uncontainable anger in his heart.

As long as... as long as he could lure Li Ye down the wrong path, he would consider it a success.

He was mentally prepared.

Solemnly said:

"Yang Ke Dao You."

"For mortals to practice cultivation, they must model the universe with themselves."

"Spirit roots are tools for perceiving and gathering spiritual Qi, but if one is themselves a universe, naturally they can gather spiritual Qi as well."

Li Ye paused his movement of eating noodles.

He had heard of this theory before, it’s the Dharma Method of ’proving Tao with a single Golden Core.’

Golden Core Primordial Spirit.

As opposed to the current Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Golden Core Nascent Soul system.

But the prerequisite was also to have a spirit root to receive and perceive the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth.

If even the spiritual Qi couldn’t be perceived...

Hmm?

He suddenly thought of something.

Emotion Song.

"..."

The solution had already been hinted at.

The sound resounded among trees, with the energy of heaven and earth,

He lowered his head, finished the remaining noodles, without leaving even the soup.

Then he raised his head.

Extended his palm towards the cultivator.

"Although what Yang Ke Dao You says indeed makes some sense, I might still have doubts, so why not stay by my side first."

"I will protect you, even the Gnostic School doesn’t dare to cause trouble here."

From his palm, a wisp of five-colored radiance arose.

Gradually forming a... picture.

Or rather.

It looked like the kind of card games children play in the mundane world, on which a small house, even a stream and a meadow could be seen.

Wha, what...

A trace of horror appeared on the cultivator’s face.

The Divine Soul hidden in this ’corpse’ was thus drawn out by the picture and directly swallowed.

It turned out to be a somewhat frail, pale-skinned man.