Knock knock knock——

Lin Qiye stood in front of the sword pavilion and tapped the door with his knuckles.

"Come in."

A familiar voice sounded from the sword pavilion.

A smile appeared in Lin Qiye's eyes. He pushed open the door of the sword pavilion and walked in.

Inside the simple sword room, there was only a small bed made of cardboard, a wooden table, and a suitcase full of books.

In the open space in the center of the sword pavilion, Zhou Ping was sitting cross-legged, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Congratulations, teacher, for breaking the human limit again and entering the supreme divine realm."

Lin Qiye spoke respectfully.

"No need to congratulate... This realm doesn't seem that difficult to reach." Zhou Ping smiled, "What did you gain from your trip to Olympus this time?"

"Thanks to the teacher, I have gained a lot."

"Actually, this is not just my credit..."

Zhou Ping looked towards a place in the void. Hundreds of miles away in that direction, a half-dead figure was lying in a sand pit, groaning as he was carried onto the plane by a group of men in white.

"After you left, he has been guarding my door. As soon as I broke through that realm, he rushed in and asked me to help... I was shocked at the time."

Lin Qiye opened his mouth and said, "Teacher, did you see everything just now?"

"Hmm." Zhou Ping paused for a moment, then said, "To be honest, I don't like that monk. He's too cold and ruthless. He's different from all the heroes in the books... and different from me.

But it cannot be denied that he wants humanity to win more than anyone else, it’s just that the way he approaches victory is somewhat special.”

Lin Qiye hesitated for a long time, and asked:

"Teacher, if it was you who faced the choice at that time...what would you do?"

"If it were me, I would of course rush to Olympus with sword in hand, regardless of chess games, conspiracies, or arrangements... I would kill all the gods of Olympus first, and then bring back the people of Daxia, without missing a single one." Zhou Ping answered as a matter of course.

"What if the gods of Ksitigarbha intercept us on the way?"

"If they try to stop me, I will kill them. If I can't kill them, then I will just die."

"..." Lin Qiye's mouth twitched, "Gone?"

“No more.”

"Even though you know there is someone behind the scenes, and doing so may lead to the destruction of Daxia, you still want to rescue it?"

"...You think too highly of me." Zhou Ping said helplessly, "I'm just a fool who likes to read books and practice swordsmanship. How can I think so far? When I encounter injustice, I just draw my sword. Everything I do is based on my heart."

Zhou Ping stretched out his hand and pointed to the position of his heart. There, a heart as clear as glass was beating slowly.

【Liuli Pure Heart】Well... no wonder. Lin Qiye seemed to be thinking about something.

“No wonder you saw me beating him just now, but didn’t stop me.” Lin Qiye laughed, “So, that’s what you really wanted, too?”

Zhou Ping was a little embarrassed:

"What that monk did did make me angry. If you want to beat him up, I certainly won't stop you... But if you want to kill him, I should do it."

After he finished speaking, Zhou Ping's expression gradually became serious:

“As for me, I am at best a swordsman of decent ability. Fighting and slaying gods is fine, but if you let me lead humanity, it will probably be extinct in a few days… This is why you need the monk of fate.

The book says that no gold is pure, no man is perfect; every inch has its own strengths and weaknesses... Just like I only know how to fight, no matter how powerful you, Lin Qiye, are not good at everything. If you want to win this war for mankind, you must have someone to assist you.

It’s just like the emperors in ancient times who needed generals and ministers. Without them, you would be alone and have a hard time taking steps.

Although the Fateful Monk is cruel, his loyalty and ability are unquestionable. You may not listen to some of his opinions, but he must exist. "

Lin Qiye nodded seriously: "Yes, I understand."

After saying a bunch of great truths, Zhou Ping came back to his senses and said helplessly to himself:

"I'm sorry... I've been reading books in this sword room for the past few years. I read too many books. I don't know why, but I always start to lecture people... You are smarter than me, and you don't need me to teach you these things."

"There's nothing wrong with a teacher teaching a student." Lin Qiye said with a smile, "However, you have been in this sword pavilion for so many years. Now that you have reached the highest divine realm, it's time to go out and move around.

I'll call Qingzhu later and ask him to have dinner with me. A new Sichuan restaurant has recently opened downstairs at the headquarters. The food is pretty good... Oh, by the way, I also caught An Qingyu. If you want to scold him, I'll tell him for you!"

Zhou Ping smiled and listened quietly to Lin Qiye's words. After a long time, he shook his head and said:

"I appreciate your kindness... But I can't leave this sword pavilion anymore."

Hearing this, Lin Qiye was stunned.

"Why?"

Zhou Ping lowered his head slightly and looked at his body, his eyes were somewhat complicated...

Lin Qiye seemed to have noticed something, his brows furrowed, and after saying sorry, he gently rolled up Zhou Ping's sleeves. When he saw the cracked arm, his eyes suddenly narrowed!

"This is……"

"The divine power and laws of the Supreme Realm are stronger than I imagined... My body is already on the verge of its limit just by bearing them." Zhou Ping said with a sigh.

Lin Qiye stood there in a daze for a while, then he rolled up his other sleeve, and then his trouser leg... Only then did he realize that from the time he entered the room until now, Zhou Ping had always maintained a cross-legged sitting posture, and except for his hands, no other part of his body had moved.

Zhou Ping's skin took on a strange dullness, like a Buddha statue filled with lead, so heavy that even Lin Qiye's strength was barely enough to move it.

"The limit of the physical body..."

Lin Qiye remembered that Zhou Ping's body was forged by Ye Fan using the Dragon Elephant Sword. Although the Dragon Elephant Sword was powerful enough to carry the laws and power of the main god level, it was far from enough when facing Zhou Ping, who had now reached the highest level.

Zhou Ping now is like a plastic basin with a huge rock weighing dozens of kilograms forced into it. It is extremely fragile and will shatter into pieces at the slightest movement!

Lin Qiye figured this out, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou Ping, opening his mouth to say something...

"no!!"

Without waiting for Lin Qiye to speak, Zhou Ping said in a decisive tone.

Lin Qiye was stunned, "Teacher... do you know what I am going to say?"

"You want to give me the Hongmeng Spirit Embryo, but no."

"Why??"