The Asura Son confidently said, "I don’t think I’ve made any mistakes!"
He was quite sure of his ability to conceal himself.
For eight hundred years, he hadn’t been detected by the sages of Central Earth, proving his skill.
Jiang Fan said, "Your biggest mistake was searching for the ’Soul-Calming Scripture of the Town Hell’."
"This scripture isn’t necessary for an Inferior Sage!"
"So, when the Tian Luo Sage displayed the Inferior Sage’s black tablet, I knew he couldn’t be the Asura Son."
Upon hearing this, the Asura Son’s eyes flickered and he said, "That doesn’t necessarily mean it’s me!"
Jiang Fan calmly said, "Indeed, I once suspected the Ancient Zen Buddha Venerable in the Heavenly State, because from what I know, the Asura Son is incredibly renowned."
"The Ancient Zen Buddha Venerable fits this perfectly!"
"But then, I remembered something else, which is that this Asura Son is skilled at manipulating things from behind the scenes."
"Spreading dreams in the White Horse Temple and controlling the Jian Family all indicate that the Asura Son prefers to hide in the background."
"So, the most eye-catching Ancient Zen Buddha Venerable cannot be the Asura Son."
"In these eight hundred years, those who have broken into the Virtuous Realm are only you, the Tian Luo Sage, the Nine Nether Demon Venerable, and the Ancient Zen Buddha Venerable."
"They’ve all been ruled out, leaving only you as the possibility!"
He stared at the Asura Son, unable to help but admire his excellent concealment.
Originally, Jiang Fan had suspected him, but during the decisive battle, his lone charge to the Giant Emperor, sacrificing himself, completely dispelled his doubts.
Later, he repeatedly spoke up for Central Earth and justice.
The Compassionate Sage, a native sage of Central Earth, couldn’t even compare to him, an alien race.
If it weren’t for the Tian Luo Sage exposing the Inferior Sage’s tablet, Jiang Fan wouldn’t dare confirm that the Wan Yun Sage is the Asura Son.
Today, the truth finally came out.
The Asura Son stared tightly at Jiang Fan, feeling frustrated that he, who prided himself on manipulating everything, was easily exposed by a mere Little Divinity Transformation Realm.
"So what if you’ve guessed it? You’re still on a path to death," he said coldly.
"Hand over the ’Soul-Calming Scripture of the Town Hell’, and I’ll give you a quick death!"
"Don’t doubt the Hell Realm’s methods of torture."
"Living a fate worse than death is merely your limits as beings of Central Earth, but to us in the Hell Realm, it’s just the beginning!"
Jiang Fan’s eyes flickered, and he said, "I can hand it over to you, but answer me two questions."
The Asura Son looked at Jiang Fan teasingly, "I don’t like bargaining with people."
"But, as a troublesome prey like you, I’ll make an exception."
"Ask away."
Jiang Fan said, "First, the Tian Luo Sage is actually your puppet, isn’t he?"
"Of course," the Asura Son said straightforwardly, "without my help, how could a mere ordinary Heavenly Human with Three Declines become a Great Venerate and attain the virtue to Enter Sage?"
Jiang Fan sighed inwardly, indeed.
He hadn’t forgotten the Asura Son’s race, the Bloodthirsty Asura Clan, who grow by devouring others’ Essence Blood and also have the ability to control others as puppets.
Over the years, situations inconvenient for the Asura Son to handle were all placed in the hands of the Tian Luo Sage.
This is also why he could hide so well.
"Second question, the ’Soul-Calming Scripture of the Town Hell’ is already not meeting your expectations. You’re revealing your identity by capturing me, surely there’s another intention, isn’t there?"
The Asura Son chuckled, his eyes sharpening.
"No wonder you could carry that woman’s Remnant Soul; you indeed have an extraordinary insight."
"Unfortunately, I can’t answer this question for you."
"Now, hand over the ’Soul-Calming Scripture of the Town Hell’ and I’ll send you where you belong!"
Jiang Fan nodded and said, "Alright."
His mind stirred, and the Space Origin inside the Nine Dragon Demon Tripod he carried exploded.
With a bang, the lid of the tripod was flung open.
The Asura Son had been watching the Nine Dragon Demon Tripod in Jiang Fan’s hand closely; with a glance, he sent it flying.
"Struggling in vain!" the Asura Son’s eyes turned fierce as blood-colored flames emerged from his palm and entered Jiang Fan’s body.
But at this moment.
A long Soaring Stem suddenly shot out from the Nine Dragon Demon Tripod that had flown away, thrusting towards the two of them like lightning.
The Asura Son’s expression changed slightly, "What is that?"
As he looked into the tripod, he vaguely saw the bottom connected to the Void, with a human-shaped lotus trying to return to Central Earth through the Nine Dragon Demon Tripod.
"Black Lotus of Tribulation?" The Asura Son’s face revealed shock.