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"You are a clever person, so I won't beat around the bush. I am offering you this great opportunity, but it comes with conditions. Only if you agree to my terms will I feel comfortable giving you this opportunity. And rest assured, I swear I will not betray you."
The old man's voice fell into Bu's ears, and the great opportunity that Lange had mentioned so solemnly finally piqued his curiosity and generated some interest.
"Now, you must swear in front of me that what I say next will not be leaked. Only after you swear will I tell you the specifics."
Lange's expression was serious, his old eyes fixed intently on Bu. The sharpness of his gaze made Bu feel uneasy; although there was no overt pressure from Lange, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, causing Bu to subconsciously tighten up.
"This oath?"
Bu suddenly felt an urge to curse. What kind of nonsense was this great opportunity? Why should he agree to the other party's conditions before even knowing what it was? It felt like Lange was trying to force a sale. Moreover, swearing an oath seemed like such a childish and mystical thing—was it even useful?
"Yes, you must swear. Otherwise, I won't tell you anything about that opportunity."
Lange stroked his beard proudly, as if Bu were begging him desperately for information.
"Then don't tell me," Bu replied dismissively, rolling his eyes. He picked up another green fruit and tossed it into his mouth as if he were addicted to it, but his gaze unconsciously drifted toward the steaming teapot.
Lange's face stiffened, his eyes bulging in disbelief as he stared at Bu, momentarily speechless.
Given his status, offering such a great opportunity should not be refused by any common person; they would likely be grinning from ear to ear. Even those with deep schemes would surely be willing to take an oath just to hear about the conditions and the opportunity. Who would outright refuse without even considering it like Bu did? Lange suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of grievance.
The great opportunity he had pursued for a hundred years was being handed over by him, which already made him feel extremely frustrated and heartbroken. Yet the other party treated it as if it were nothing more than a sweet date or an inconsequential steamed bun.
"Are you sure you don't want to think about it?" After a long pause, Lange finally asked in surprise, a hint of nervousness showing on his face.
He couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, Bu was the only person he had encountered in hundreds of years with a special constitution. Although he wasn't confident that Bu would agree to his request, seeing the other party's nonchalant demeanor made him uneasy.
"I'm considering it. How much Spirit Mist Tea is left with the Elder?" Bu blinked and chewed on the fruit flesh.
"As long as you agree, as long as you swear right now, I will give you all the Spirit Mist Tea," Lange said, waving his hand. Instantly, several palm-sized purple-red wooden boxes appeared on the table.
Bu was quick to act; almost as soon as the purple-red wooden boxes appeared, he swiftly picked one up and opened it. Inside was a pile of dry and messy tea leaves. The aroma emanating from these unremarkable leaves confirmed to Bu that they were indeed Spirit Mist Tea leaves.
In the next moment, with a thought from Bu Xin, the three purple-red wooden boxes on the table vanished in an instant, stored away in his Storage Bracelet. Lange's eyelids twitched at the sight, feeling a bit uncomfortable inside.
"You've taken the Spirit Mist Tea; now what comes next—"
"I swear that I will not leak a single word of what I hear next. If I break this oath, I will become indistinguishable from the masses, and my strength will never advance."
Before Lange could finish his sentence, Bu raised one hand and solemnly swore.
A mysterious sensation suddenly arose from Bu Xin, as if some law of the earth had been touched, creating an inexplicable connection between him and Lange after this oath was made. It was a strange feeling that seemed to suggest Fate had an eye witnessing it all, as if words had power and established some kind of contract tied to certain causes and effects.
Bu Mei frowned; this vague sense of restraint made him feel quite uncomfortable. He had thought it was merely an oath, and although it was solemnly made from the heart, he didn't expect it to weigh heavily on him. However, everything that happened suddenly exceeded his expectations.
"I have already sworn; now the Elder should be satisfied and at ease, right?"
Bu said somewhat displeasedly, his tone carrying a hint of rudeness, lacking the earlier reverence for a High-Level expert.
He was inherently rebellious and fearless; now he felt foolishly trapped in someone else's scheme. It was hard for him to contain his frustration. If he didn't know that this old man could crush him with just a finger, he would have wanted to stomp on that old face a few times.
"Very well, then I can rest assured. Next, I will explain everything about that great transformation to you. But first, I need to confirm one thing: do you possess some kind of special physique?"
Lange did not get angry at Step's somewhat impolite words; instead, he felt extremely pleased by his vow. While he sighed in relief, he smiled and asked a question that caused Step's expression to change slightly.
"Are you suggesting that the great transformation you mentioned is related to a special physique?" Step countered with a question, his expression returning to normal, making it impossible to discern his inner thoughts.
As for whether he had a special physique, Step was uncertain. He couldn't be sure if his Vampire Form counted as a type of special physique, so he avoided giving a direct answer.
Lange nodded with a smile. His smile came from the heart. When he mentioned the words "special physique," he clearly saw Step's face change suddenly. Although it quickly returned to normal, it was enough to reveal one piece of information: the other party must indeed possess a special physique.
"Since you have a special physique, it proves that I have not found the wrong person. Now, I will show you something. After seeing this item, you will understand what kind of astonishing transformation I am going to offer you."
As the aged voice echoed, Lange's expression became solemn. The moment he extended his right hand, a flash of purple light appeared.
Step stared intently at the object wrapped in the Purple Halo on Lange's withered palm. Through the flickering purple light that danced like fire, Step clearly saw that within this Purple Light was an entity that seemed both real and illusory—a Red Entity.
"What is this?" Step's pupils contracted, and his heart trembled immensely.
At the sight of this Red Entity, an inexplicable sense of unease arose from deep within him, as if an ordinary person had encountered a fierce tiger or a mighty dragon—there was a fear and reverence that came from the depths of his soul.
"This is an Earth Spirit; specifically, this is an External Avatar refined from an Earth Spirit using a Special Secret Technique!"
Lange's tone was extremely dry as his gaze fixated on the Red Entity in his hand. His eyes reflected complexity, longing, and even more so, regret.
"External Avatar?" Step nearly fainted at the revelation.
Alright, regarding the External Avatar, even if Bu is inexperienced, it is impossible for him to have no understanding of such astonishing techniques. Concepts like divine consciousness and avatars are on a completely different level compared to his current abilities.
"Now, you should understand just how incredible my creation is and how much it is coveted," Lange said bitterly, shaking his head. His wrinkled old face was filled with reluctance as he slowly extended his palm, offering the Red Entity wrapped in Purple Halo to Bu.
Bu's eyes flickered uncertainly, and his raised hand trembled slightly. In the end, however, he did not take the Red Entity. Taking a deep breath, he said, "You previously asked me if I possess a special physique. It seems that this is indeed a prerequisite for having this External Avatar. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so willing to offer such a creation. Now, I want to hear what your conditions are."
"You only need to agree to one condition from me, and in return, you'll receive a great creation. Given that this creation relates to the astonishing technique of the External Avatar, the condition you want me to agree to must be quite significant."
Bu was no fool. The fact that he could remain calm under such an enticing temptation that could drive a Common Person insane proved his extraordinary mental fortitude.
Lange was not related to him; he was simply someone who had a rare special physique that could greatly assist Lange. Since Lange himself did not possess such a physique, he reluctantly decided to offer this coveted creation.
It was like a lucky person discovering a mountain of gold but being unable to take even a single coin because they had no hands. Out of frustration, they would seek someone with hands and feet, hoping that person could enter the mountain and bring out some wealth, sharing a portion of it afterward.
One should remember the well-digger when drinking water; such simple logic was clear to Bu. However, Lange, the well-digger in this case, had set a price after digging the well. To drink from it, one must fulfill one of his requirements. This requirement would undoubtedly be exceedingly harsh when placed alongside the External Avatar technique.
"There's no rush for my conditions; you only need to agree for now. The real tasks I will assign you later. But right now, your strength is too weak; knowing too much would actually be detrimental," Lange said slowly as he placed the Red Entity wrapped in Purple Light into Bu's hands, his tone tinged with a sense of loss.
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