694: C694 Holy Water of Truesoul

C694 Holy Water of Truesoul

"This... This is Jian Nanxuan! "0

Seeing this remnant soul and feeling its familiar aura, Liu Qingyuan's indifferent expression instantly turned serious. He didn't even drink the wine in his hand anymore.

"Taoist, do you have any way to save him?"

Ye Xiaofan looked at Liu Qingyuan's serious expression and thought to himself that there must be a way.

"I never thought that Sword-wielding Old Man, who was once the best swordsman in the Western Regions, would end up like this after three thousand years."

"Ugh ~"

Liu Qingyuan did not answer Ye Xiaofan's question. His expression was a bit sad. He bitterly smiled and then sighed heavily.

Three thousand years ago, he was just a little Daoist boy from the Sword Controlling Temple. He spent his time learning sword techniques behind the Daoist, while Jian Nanxuan was his senior brother.

In the end, Liu Qingyuan lost by a single move and was defeated by Jian Nanxuan. After that, Liu Qingyuan, who refused to admit defeat, spent all his time practicing his sword techniques in an attempt to defeat Jian Nanxuan.

After offending the Polar Night Empire, he was besieged and perished. After that, his swordsmanship was considered invincible in the Taoist temple, but there was always a barrier in his heart, and that was that he was unable to defeat Jian Nanxuan.

This estrangement had become an obstacle in his path to growth, causing his realm's breakthrough to be extremely slow. Right now, he was stuck at Eighth Level of Incarnation Stage, unable to advance even a single step. If he couldn't resolve this estrangement in his heart, then he would probably stop here for the rest of his life.

After going through three thousand years of torture and not admitting defeat, even he, who was arrogant enough to reach the heavens, could only spend his days drinking.

He thought that his life would end in this way. Who knew that he would be able to sense Jian Nanxuan's aura today, which ignited his accumulated fighting spirit.

"Dao leader, do you have any way to save this old man?"

Seeing that Liu Qingyuan was in a daze, Ye Xiaofan couldn't help but ask again.

Liu Qingyuan withdrew his thoughts upon hearing Ye Xiaofan's call. He frowned and took out a small gourd from under his sleeve. "This is a magic tool that can carry remnant souls. Put the remnant souls inside and it can be kept intact for a thousand years."

Ye Xiaofan quickly took the small gourd. He opened the bottle cap and put the soul fragment inside. Then he quickly put the bottle cap back on, afraid that the power of the soul fragment would disappear.

After seeing Ye Xiaofan's actions, Liu Qingyuan said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid it will be very difficult to save Jian Nanxuan."

Ye Xiaofan said, "No matter how difficult it is, as long as there is a way to save the old man, I will still go to hell!"

Looking at the short and delicate Ye Xiaofan, the resolution on his face finally showed itself. Liu Qingyuan hesitated for a moment before saying unwillingly, "If you want to save him, you can only obtain the Holy Spirit Water left behind from the Great War of the Ancient Immortals."

"This Holy Spirit Water is rumored to be a holy water unique to the true spirit immortals of the past. It can cure any lingering souls and restore them completely."

After a pause, Liu Qingyuan continued, "However, the Immortal War has been going on for 100,000 years. Even the holy water has dried up long ago …"

At this point, Liu Qingyuan did not continue.

"Daoist Priest, it is only your guess whether the holy water is dried up or not. What if the holy water is not dried up? As long as you can tell me where the true spirit water is, I will not hesitate to tell you anything in the future …"

Ye Xiaofan said with a determined expression.

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