Chapter 1090 Long-Term Pain Is Worse than Short-Term Pain!

That's why Yang Fan waited until he made Li Liangcai and Tian Chanzi his own before suddenly asking them this question.

This is different from the situation when he exposed Ling Yun as a possessed demon spirit at Jinghua Wuhan University.

At that time, he was surrounded by big bosses like Gu Zeyan and Liu Silong, so he was very safe, and there was no need to worry that Ling Yun and Wu Dao would suddenly turn against him or kill him to silence him.

But here, especially in front of these two pseudo-emperors who have broken through the emperor's realm, it is always not an exaggeration to be cautious.

And the facts proved that his worries were not superfluous.

Li Yongyan's identity as a possessed demon spirit, this master Tianchan had already known for a long time.

And judging by his current demeanor, it seems that he doesn't want Yang Fan to expose it so clearly.

"Old man Li doesn't know about this matter."

Facing Yang Fan's questioning, the old monk was not as angry and ashamed as he imagined. He looked at Yang Fan calmly and responded softly.

"His Taoism injury was more serious than that of the poor monk, and his mental perception was a little duller than before. Moreover, the demon spirit possessed by Li Yongyan seemed to be a half-step demon beast, and the strength of his spirit was not weak. , very good at camouflage."

"Even if it's a poor monk, it was only when he broke through to the King Realm thirty years ago that he noticed something strange in his spirit and soul fluctuations before finally confirming it."

"The reason why it hasn't been dismantled for so many years is not because the poor monk can't do it because of his tolerance and protection, but because he doesn't want Lao Li to go through a white-haired man giving a black-haired man a blow and tribulation before he dies."

Li Yongyan inherited Li Liangcai's Beiming supernatural power, and he is the guy in their old Li family who is most likely to surpass Li Liangcai and become the emperor in the future.

Li Liangcai had placed high hopes on this grandson since he was a child, cultivated him carefully, and pampered him very much. His affection for this grandson was even deeper than his affection for his third son.

The old monk and Li Liangcai have known each other for more than two hundred years, and he understands the feelings of this old partner best. Naturally, he does not want to see this old friend experience the pain of losing his grandson again in the last period of his life.

Therefore, he deliberately concealed this matter for thirty years.

And Li Yongyan, in the past 30 years, has progressed from the initial king state to the current ninth-level emperor by leaps and bounds.

Of course.

Over the years, in order to prevent Li Yongyan from leaking the key information of the Human Race Federation to the Monster Race by using his status and authority, the old monk made a lot of arrangements in secret, so that Li Yongyan only cared about practicing Monster Hunting and improving his realm in the past 30 years, and had no chance to get in touch with it. Many federal secrets.

Originally, the old monk planned to solve this hidden safety hazard by himself after Lao Li really passed away, so as not to make this kid really a emperor and harm the entire Federation of Human Races.

No, but now Yang Fan saw the flaw at a glance.

The old monk told Yang Fan the ins and outs of the matter at a very fast speed, and finally said softly to Yang Fan:

"This demon spirit has been living under the supervision of the poor monk, and has never done anything that is detrimental to the human race or the Federation. Instead, he used his talent of Beiming supernatural powers to force him to kill it himself. There are quite a few high-level monsters."

"So, the poor monk hopes that the little benefactor can also turn a blind eye, at least not to let old man Li know such a cruel truth until his lifespan is exhausted.

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"You know, too many people from the Li family have died for the Federation. The poor monk doesn't want him to know that his grandson, who has always been the most important, died more than 50 years ago!"

"The poor monk just wants to let this old man go more peacefully!"

Yang Fan was silent.

Unexpectedly, the reason why Master Tianchan concealed the truth was because of Mr. Li.

What's more, Li Yongyan, who seemed to be only about thirty years old, was already in his fifties.

Calculating the time, this kid should have been born before the Emperor's Covenant was signed.

Only at that chaotic time point, was it possible for the demon clan to plot against Li Liangcai, and successfully sent a demon spirit to Li Liangcai's newly born grandson, successfully possessing the spirit.

"Master Tianchan, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain!"

After a while, Yang Fan raised his head to look at Master Tianchan again, and said softly, "I still suggest telling Mr. Li the truth now. It's up to Mr. Li to decide whether to kill or keep him."

"But……"

The old monk was about to speak out to persuade him, but Yang Fan directly interrupted his words, and said straightly: "The junior just said that I have a way to heal the injuries on Mr. Li and the master."

"Moreover, even if my cultivation has not broken through to the Emperor Venerable realm, I am sure that I can extend the lifespan of the two seniors."

In other words, the old monk wanted to wait until Li Liang died, but some of them waited.

Maybe Li Yongyan, a counterfeit, has broken through and become emperor, and Li Liangcai can still live well.

The old monk's expression froze, and he instantly understood what Yang Fan meant.

If old man Li is really seriously injured and dying, he will be fine. It's a big deal to wait a few more months, or even a few more years.

But if old man Li's injury is healed, if he won't be in danger of his life in the future, can he just keep concealing it like this?

Raising a tiger is a problem, and he can't keep procrastinating like this.

If one day Li Yongyan is really going to achieve the Emperor Realm in advance, who can suppress him?

"Are you really sure that you can heal our wounds?"

After a long time, Lao Shanghe asked Yang Fan again through voice transmission, with a trace of expectation and excitement suppressed in his voice.

"Of course!" Yang Fan opened his mouth and responded: "There is no disease in this world that I, Yang Fan, can't cure!"

"You bragged a lot, your social skills have improved a little, your flexibility in speaking has been strengthened a little, and your eloquence +1."

Hearing this system prompt, Yang Fan couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He didn't get the reminder of Master Tianchan's deep trust. It seems that the old monk still had doubts and didn't fully believe what Yang Fan said.

"This junior has already obtained the title of Emperor Physician when he was in the Grand Master Realm, and he has successfully healed several half-step emperor seniors who were seriously injured and turned into disabled people."

Yang Fan started to brag about himself, putting gold on his face.

"Now, the junior is already in the realm of kings, and it is easier to heal half-step emperors. Even if you face the realm of emperors like the two seniors, you can still gain something."

"In fact, if the injuries on the two of you are not too special, not the normal meridian or soul damage, otherwise this junior may have been healed by the treatment of the two of you a long time ago!"

The old monk did not refute.

Having just personally experienced the effect of Yang Fan's healing technique, he does not doubt the authenticity of Yang Fan's words.

Yang Fan's healing technique is indeed extremely powerful. Although it did not heal or even contain the damage of their internal injuries, it allowed their vitality and life source to recover to a certain extent in a short period of time.

Even some hidden wounds left in his body in the early years completely disappeared under the baptism of Yang Fan's healing technique.

This Yang Fan is indeed capable.

However, the Dao injuries on him and old man Li were not ordinary injuries, but the backlash of Dao rules, and conventional medical methods could not heal well at all.

"Master, you can think about it. If the younger generation's cultivation reaches the Emperor Venerable realm, the younger generation's healing skills will also be qualitatively improved, and it may not be impossible to heal Dao injuries."

Yang Fan continued to speak eloquently: "Ten thousand steps back, even if the time comes, the junior's healing technique will still be useless for this injury, but the powerful vitality supplement attached to the healing technique can make the two seniors feel better. Continue to maintain the current state of existence, and will not die because of the exhaustion of the source of life."

"Furthermore, as long as the junior's cultivation continues to improve, the healing ability of the junior will also continue to increase, and there will always be times when he can touch and heal such wounds."

"Believe me, my promotion speed is really fast, and my healing skills are really amazing."

"This is definitely not boasting. If there is one person in this world who can heal the Dao injuries on the two seniors, that person must be me!"

Yang Fan puffed up his chest, with an arrogant attitude, and spoke seriously and without shame.

"You have boasted so much that you have successfully gained the deep trust of the Linghuang (incomplete) Tianchanzi. Your social skills have been greatly improved, and your flexibility in speaking has been greatly enhanced. Your eloquent tongue +100."

Oye!

Yang Fan clenched his fist hard and finally convinced the old monk.

"Little friend Yang Fan!" Seeing that Yang Fan did not respond silently, Li Liangcai asked Yang Fan again: "Why did you suddenly remember to ask this question, but did you find something abnormal in the central city?"

Li Liangcai has also heard a lot about Yang Fan's spiritual perception and divine eyes.

Now hearing Yang Fan's sudden question about demon spirit possession, the old man couldn't help mentioning it, and had some bad premonitions.

Before Yang Fan could say anything, the old monk's soft chant of the Buddha's name came from his ears: "Ami...that Buddha!"

"Forget it, what is supposed to come will come. Since we can't hide it anymore, let this wicked man do it for the poor monk!"

While the old monk was speaking, the spiritual will in the sea of ​​consciousness naturally burst out, covering and sealing the entire courtyard in an instant, attracting all the eyes of everyone present.

Among them, Li Yongyan's heart was pounding, and his fingertips trembled unconsciously.

Ever since Yang Fan suddenly mentioned the topic of being possessed by a demon spirit just now, a trace of uneasiness and apprehension emerged in Li Yongyan's heart.

Now, seeing the old monk suddenly echoed, and even directly sealed off the entire courtyard with his spiritual will, the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger.

"Old monk, what are you going to do?" Li Liangcai turned his head to look at the old monk in confusion, "If you have anything to say, just say, with us two old fellows here, who can turn the world upside down?"

"Old buddy." Master Tianchan clasped his hands together, and suddenly asked Li Liangcai in a very serious voice: "Do you know why the poor monk has not liked you, your precious grandson, for so many years?"

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