Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1280 - 382: [Two Layers of Meaning]_2

After a pause, he said softly, "Haven’t you been advised? A Saint’s reincarnation and tribulation crossing is not something mortal power can resist. You were told not to force it, yet why couldn’t we convince you?"

Chen Yan glanced at Lin Qingquan and shook his head, "You don’t understand."

However, he then took a deep breath, stepped back two steps, and respectfully bowed to Lin Qingquan.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin Sr., for taking such care of me. I am grateful here!"

"No need to thank me. I took the benefit of someone and exerted effort for them—it’s my duty," Lin Qingquan turned sideways, signaling he wouldn’t accept the courtesy, yet added, "In the future, don’t be so reckless. Do you know how many people put in effort just for your matters?"

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow, with a half-smile, "Oh? Effort for me? Shouldn’t I just be a tool in the Saint’s tribulation crossing?"

Lin Qingquan’s face became stiff, forcing a smile, "That’s indeed true, but your Venerable has also done much to protect you and specially entrusted me..."

"Is that all?" Chen Yan smiled.

Lin Qingquan avoided Chen Yan’s gaze, coughed dryly, and quickly said, "Well, anyway, the Saint’s tribulation crossing has been completed, and that person has returned to the Domain Realm. This matter is now concluded; you must not hold any more obsessions in your heart..."

"Got it."

Chen Yan’s reply was so easy and straightforward that Lin Qingquan felt uneasy, "You... replied so casually?"

"What else?" Chen Yan glanced at the old Deng, "I’ve drawn my sword, swung it against the Saint, exhausted every magical treasure, exhausted every trick, and was slapped to death by the Saint. Despite my all-out efforts, this is the result. What more can I do?"

Lin Qingquan frowned, "But... you truly didn’t need to come here in the end! Even more unnecessary was swinging a sword at the Saint—it’s like seeking death."

Chen Yan pondered for a moment, glanced at Lin Qingquan, and shook his head, "You... don’t understand."

After saying this, he stretched lazily and smiled at Lin Qingquan, "Since things here are settled, I’ll be heading back."

"Leaving now?"

"If not, should I guard the mountain here?" Chen Yan’s smile carried a hint of helplessness, yet he looked up at the sky, identified the direction, and cupped his hands at Lin Qingquan, "Farewell."

Watching Chen Yan leave so decisively, Lin Qingquan felt strange, seemingly wanting to say something but not knowing what, so he could only awkwardly raise his hand and then put it down, watching Chen Yan stride away.

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"So, that’s what he said, and then he just went back?"

In the wilderness, Lin Qingquan sat cross-legged on the ground, with a basin of water in front of him. A face appeared in the water’s reflection, none other than the old lady.

Lin Qingquan frowned, "Indeed, that’s what your good grandson said, and then he just left. Let me just clarify, it wasn’t me being careless in handling this!

Who could have thought your good grandson was so bold! He actually waited alone with a knife at the World Wall entrance, just waiting for that person to arrive! Even more unexpected, he dared to swing a blade at the Saint!

I’ve thought and thought, and still can’t understand why he would do such a thing. Isn’t it clear, seeking death?

Could he really be so naive, thinking the world’s suppression could let him challenge a Saint? Does he really think the Saint doesn’t have some life-saving trump card?"

In the watery light, the old lady furrowed her brow in thought, then sighed, "...You don’t understand."

"..."

Lin Qingquan was fed up!

He suddenly jumped up, pointing at the basin, "Hey!! You and your grandson both like to talk like this, don’t you? The young one says it, and you say it too, always leaving me in the dark?"

The old lady saw Lin Qingquan’s complaints and couldn’t help but smile wryly, "...Fine, I did guess a few things, but I can’t be sure I’ve fully understood what he was thinking, so I didn’t want to tell you."

"What... could he be thinking?"

"To the extreme."

"Hm?"

"To the extreme." The old lady’s tone was very firm.

"..."

"The first layer of meaning. The tribulation is a tribulation of emotion, so reach for the extreme! Without that slash, that palm, it would merely be a melancholic parting. A breakup, though painful, isn’t extreme enough.

Rather, you slash, I strike, the original lovers fight to the death, personally killing your lover - this kind of act is extreme enough! Only thus can Lu Sisi’s consciousness be stimulated to the maximum! Only then does the tribulation get crossed thoroughly!"

"So, he willingly went to take a palm strike, die once, just...to aid the Saint?"

"You could say that, also to offer a favor. That person is no fool—this matter, once thought through, she has to accept this favor, whether she wants to or not!"

Lin Qingquan was stunned, with some thought, but then shook his head, "No way, if crossing the tribulation more thoroughly is possible this way, why didn’t the Saint herself do this first? Why didn’t she just kill the kid once while in Jinling Prefecture?"

"Because we’ve been protecting this kid," the old lady smiled wryly, "She was already very forbearing, considering my face, otherwise, she would have killed this kid long ago.

But this kid stubbornly came to her doorstep and even forcibly drew his sword. The might of the Saint cannot be trifled with, so she had to take lethal action.

However, with that Substitute Puppet, I reckon she understood the situation once she made her move, so she must acknowledge this favor."