I Don't Agree to the Terms
Chapter 367 - 209: Humans Arrive, Souls Differ, The End Approaches_2

Chapter 367: Chapter 209: Humans Arrive, Souls Differ, The End Approaches_2

Gu Shanhai spoke with an air of helplessness as he said this.

Shen Heng found this both amusing and ironic, but upon further thought, it did indeed seem to be the case. His own actions had truly not differed much from those of a novel’s protagonist. As a fellow transmigrator, it was normal for Gu Shanhai to think this way.

Now that they had cleared the air, it was for the best.

"Did you really take away my fate’s energy back then?" Shen Heng asked curiously.

"If I had taken it, would I still be so unknown to this day? I would’ve been showing off and slapping faces just like you by now. Moreover, if I had really taken it, would you be able to level up so quickly? I’m still only just entering the Purple Mansion Stage, while you’re probably about to break through to the Heavenly Scenery Stage," Gu Shanhai naturally denied it; he could never admit to such a thing.

"That’s true. Compared to me, your growth has indeed been slow," Shen Heng conceded, unable to say much else. If not for the variation in his soul, he would have already reached the Heavenly Scenery Stage, while Gu Shanhai had only recently broken through to the Purple Mansion Stage. Despite his own fall in strength, he could still tell that Gu Shanhai’s advancement was recent.

"Lucky for you, we’re both transmigrators, or else, just for those words alone, I would’ve needed to beat you up," Gu Shanhai retorted.

"Speaking of which, where do you plan to go after you’ve entrusted your son to me?" Gu Shanhai asked again. He was willing to help, but he also wanted to keep Shen Heng around.

Not just to help with understanding and researching the Knowledge Tribulation, but also to extract all of the knowledge from his mind.

If anyone was to succeed in breaking through the Knowledge Tribulation first, it would undoubtedly be Shen Heng. Gu Shanhai himself didn’t have a Knowledge Tribulation, making it difficult to study, but if things went smoothly, Gu Shanhai might be able to extract the necessary data from Shen Heng’s soul variation to perfect the "Great Heavenly Immortal Technique."

"I’m planning to visit my wife’s hometown, to let her rest where she came from, and for us to be buried together," Shen Heng didn’t hide his intentions.

"Why not stay here with me? At the very least, during the holidays, there will be someone to offer incense for you and your wife. Plus, staying here to watch your son grow up would be quite nice."

"At the very least, in the future, the legacy of the Five Elements Sect will belong to your son, and it’s good for him to have a place to belong."

Gu Shanhai played the emotional card.

Shen Heng hesitated, knowing that with his current condition, he might not make it to his destination and could die along the way. Staying here might indeed be for the best.

Coupled with Gu Shanhai’s persuasion, he finally nodded in agreement, "Alright, as long as you don’t mind."

"But let’s make it clear: your son is special and can’t cultivate my ’Primordial Spirit Treasure Supreme Sword Technique.’ He lacks the innate ability and will have to practice my self-created ’Green Emperor Longevity Scripture,’" Gu Shanhai said.

He definitely wasn’t going to pass on his personal "Green Emperor Longevity Scripture," as it was suited only for him. What he planned to teach Shen An was the Xuanji Realm version of the "Green Emperor Longevity Scripture," a lower-level modified version.

But it would be enough for Shen An, at least there would be no worries until the Peeping Dao Stage.

Shen Heng naturally had no objections. His own "Primordial Spirit Treasure Supreme Sword Technique" was too focused on combat, which his son Shen An couldn’t possibly cultivate. In contrast, Gu Shanhai’s "Green Emperor Longevity Scripture" was obviously intended for nurturing the self and focusing on longevity. It was no wonder the Golden Finger "Life Painting" had sent him to find Gu Shanhai.

"Of course, if he becomes your disciple, whatever you choose to teach is up to you. I’ll also give you my ’Primordial Spirit Treasure Supreme Sword Technique.’ You can pass it to Chengyun Sect to gain protection for my son," Shen Heng was very open-minded at this point. These possessions couldn’t be brought along in life or death; if they could be put to their best use, he had no qualms.

"Go on and unseal your son. I’ll extend his life first," Gu Shanhai said without hesitation.

Shen An was naturally someone Gu Shanhai intended to take as a disciple, not as a merely registered name like those in Jianfeng Everday City, but to be directly admitted into the sect and raised like a son.

If Shen Heng provided him with sufficient knowledge and cooperation in his research, Gu Shanhai would naturally keep his promise.

Gu Shanhai discovered that Shen An’s qualifications were exceptionally good, completely inheriting Shen Heng’s innate talents, truly a top prodigy.

"Your son... has an extraordinary soul, inheriting some of the magical aspects of your transmigrator’s essence, born with Divine Skills within him." Gu Shanhai looked at the now unsealed baby, his expression even more astonished than before, for the extreme northern ice had obscured his view.

"It’s both a blessing and a curse, these Divine Skills. Without them, even with his insufficient innate qualities, he wouldn’t have to die." Shen Heng would rather not have these Divine Skills.

It was precisely because of the existence of these Divine Skills that his son’s life, initially deficient in innate vitality, couldn’t withstand the strain.

The existence of Divine Skills did not mean there was no consumption involved. If they were in a Cultivator’s body, there would naturally be no concern. However, in the body of an innately deficient infant, it proved to be extremely fatal.

Shen An’s icy bindings were quickly removed by Shen Heng, and the other’s life force began to slowly rise from its nadir back to a normal state.

However, in the eyes of both Gu Shanhai and Shen Heng, Shen An’s body was like a huge funnel, his life force continuously leaking out through his Divine Skills.

Blocking it was definitely impossible, and Gu Shanhai was out of options. To block it, one would have to remove the Divine Skills. However, with Shen An’s current physical condition, removing them was nearly tantamount to direct death.

Without hesitation, Gu Shanhai snapped off a small piece of the King of Herbs from within himself and placed it under Shen An’s tongue to replenish his life force.

"What sort of heavenly treasure is this, so effective? I’ve also tried using pills or medicinal pastes, but either they can’t keep up with the leaking speed, or they can’t be used at all." Shen Heng watched this scene in amazement.

Shen An was too young, and many measures couldn’t be applied to him. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so troublesome.

"It’s not considered a heavenly treasure. This thing is actually one of my body organs, like giving up a piece of my lung to patch him up."

"And because it’s my organ, I can control the input and output of life force, avoiding the risk of a sudden burst if it’s not properly absorbed." Gu Shanhai stated seriously.

Upon hearing this, Shen Heng was somewhat horrified; it was quite frightening.

"Indeed, in the future, Shen An will have to grow plants and herbs within himself. Essentially, these Spirit Plants are to sustain his life. If it were just insufficient innate qualities or possessing Divine Skills, it wouldn’t be a problem. However, both combined with the inheritance of your transmigrator’s soul, he will most likely have to cling to life this way."

"Even if he embarks on the path of cultivation, it remains the same. Even the materials needed for breakthroughs depend on the robustness of life force."

"Even for his sake, I’ve had to revise the ’Green Emperor Longevity Scripture.’ If it wasn’t for the fact that we’re both transmigrators from the same place, I would’ve just given some pills and been done with it."

Gu Shanhai suggested that this couldn’t be changed; you either choose to live or turn to a body full of plants and trees. Of course, Shen An was different from Gu Shanhai. Shen An was simply planting flora, not turning them into organs, more akin to magical treasures. Hearing this explanation, Shen Heng also understood.

"Then I’ll have to trouble you. My concern has clouded my judgment. It’s already very good that he can survive. I don’t expect much more." Shen Heng understood that Gu Shanhai’s capabilities were limited.

As for asking someone in the Peeping Dao Stage to intervene, Gu Shanhai had the status to request it, yet he felt uneasy. Throughout the years, the Golden Finger of his life’s portrait had never betrayed him. Since it suggested choosing Gu Shanhai, he decided to trust this choice rather than overcomplicate matters.

’What a pity. Now that the Golden Finger of my life’s portrait has become diseased and is beyond recovery. Otherwise, passing it on to An’er would have been ideal.’ Shen Heng felt helpless. Direct transmission was possible, but it would infect Shen An with the disease, granting no benefits and leading to his death within three days.

So this Golden Finger was ruined and could only die with him.

If only the time around the self-destruction of the Giant God Mecha had not been so severe, a transmission would have been possible. However, at that time, if he had made the transfer, Shen Heng would not have been sure he would return alive. And if he had died, everything would have become pointless.