"My lord, I dare not tell a lie. There really is a treasure!" The aura of the monk pressed down on the mortal, and Song Caihua and his wife were so scared that they fell to their knees. "Don't worry, fellow Taoist. Why not let them talk about it? What if it really is a great treasure?" At this time, Zhu Shengwu spoke, with a hint of curiosity in his tone. The candlelight flickered, and the four people in the room began to talk. Hu Liang and the other man smiled from time to time, with a hint of greed in their eyes. "Hahaha, don't worry, you two can take us there tomorrow. If there really is the treasure you mentioned, I will definitely take your son in to serve me and teach him some skills." Hu Liang laughed and spoke, in a very good mood. "Immortal, we..." Song Caihua gritted her teeth and spoke hesitantly. "What?" Hu Liang interrupted her, his tone somewhat unhappy, "Are you two still not satisfied? Just tell me what else you want." "Immortal, we will definitely take you to find the treasure tomorrow, but we two want to exchange the treasure for some silver."
Song Caihua's eyes rolled, and she became more and more greedy. Her inner greed overcame her courage, and she asked for money. This frightened Jiang Daren who was standing by, half to death. He wanted to go up and slap her, but he didn't dare to move in front of the immortal. "It's okay. The money of the mortal world is useless to us. You can take these things." Hu Liang spoke, a barely perceptible coldness flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and patted the bag at his waist. A flash of inspiration came to him, and a heavy bag appeared in his hand, which he then threw casually in front of Song Caihua and his wife. Wow wow wow… There was a sound of metal colliding, and the bag fell to the ground, with many golden beans rolling out. "Gold! So much gold?!" Song Caihua opened her eyes wide, overjoyed, and quickly picked up everything on the ground in her arms. Then she pulled her man up, said goodbye to Hu Liang, and left in a hurry, fearing that he would go back on his word. "Fellow Daoist, you are just a mortal. You agreed to so many conditions. This is not like you." Looking at the couple's backs as they left, Zhu Shengwu spoke jokingly. "Humph! How dare a mere ant make demands on me! If they were still useful now, I would have broken their heads with my own hands." Hu Liang snorted coldly, and the calmness on his face was gradually replaced by murderous intent. Then he turned his head to look at Zhu Shengwu, clasped his fists and said: “Fellow Daoist, if that thing is really as they described, it must be the Red Cloud Grass. I have recently encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation. This Red Cloud Grass is very important to me, and I have been searching for it for a long time but have not been able to find it. I hope you will give me the red cloud grass tomorrow. I will make it up to you in other places and will never let you suffer." "Okay, okay, I don't necessarily need that red cloud grass, so it's okay to give it to you," Zhu Shengwu waved his hand. "Then I would like to thank you, fellow Taoist," Hu Liang said with a smile.
At this time, faint footsteps were heard on the stairs. A woman hid behind, looking timidly at the two people below. The two turned around, looked at each other, laughed, and walked upstairs together. The sun rises from the top of the mountain, illuminating the sky with golden light. Two figures climbed towards the top of the mountain facing the rising sun. "Zheng'er, this red cloud grass has matured a few days ago. At sunrise, everything in the world is in its best condition. The spiritual medicine picked at this time is the best. When you take it in the future, it can increase your cultivation." Jiang Youcai explained to Jiang Zheng while walking towards the top of the mountain facing the rising sun. Although he was hunched over and looked frail, he climbed the mountain with big strides. Even the young and strong Jiang Zheng beside him could only barely catch up with him. "We have to hurry up. If we had known, we would have gone up the mountain earlier. But it doesn't matter." As Jiang Youcai spoke, he actually sped up again. Jiang Zheng could only grit his teeth and try his best to catch up. At this time, he was already out of breath and his legs were constantly aching. But Jiang Youcai did not slow down, as if he did so intentionally. The two of them climbed quickly toward the top of the mountain, and the rising sun in front of them cast a faint golden halo around them. "Zheng'er, although you only have inferior spiritual roots, since you have chosen the path of seeking immortality, you will have to face countless hardships in the future. Compared to these, climbing a mountain is nothing." It was not until halfway up the mountain that Jiang Youcai slowly spoke with deep sincerity. "Alas... it is as difficult for a mortal to become an immortal as ascending to heaven, not to mention that you only have inferior spiritual roots. If you really want to become famous, You will have to endure the suffering that others cannot endure! Suffer the pain that others cannot endure!" Jiang Youcai turned around suddenly and shouted: "Jiang Zheng!" The sudden shout startled him and he stopped. Jiang Youcai shouted again: "Seeking the way to immortality is a hundred times more difficult than what I just said! It is a thousand times more difficult than the mountain under your feet! You... still want to be immortal!" Hearing this, Jiang Zheng gasped for breath, his legs trembling slightly, and he felt the severe pain coming from his legs. He could hardly stand. Although he went up and down the mountain every day, he had trained his legs well. But this was the first time I had climbed a mountain with such great effort. The muscles in my legs felt like they were about to be torn apart; it wasn't just soreness anymore. It was pure pain, mixed with an overwhelming exhaustion, and my lungs felt like they were on fire. He listened to the questioning that sounded like thunder in his ears, and his eyes were blank. "It is as difficult for mortals to become immortals as ascending to heaven? Hahahaha... Well said. I didn't expect that a mere Qi Refining Level 1 ant with inferior spiritual roots could say such a thing?" At this time, Kong Qingxian's voice sounded in his mind. "Boy, what he said is not bad, but what he said is not enough. Cultivating immortals is thousands of times more difficult than what he said. You are nothing but a waste!
Give up. You can't possibly become famous. But you are lucky to have met this immortal. As long as you give up your emotions, I will guarantee that you will have peerless talent, a smooth path in this life, and dominate the world in the future... How about it? As long as you don't struggle and empty your soul, I will get what I want and fulfill your wish..." The bewitching voice of Kong Qingxian continued to assault Jiang Zheng's mind, like a lingering devil's voice. For a moment, his vision was blurred. It seems that if he takes one step forward he will become the immortal he has always dreamed of. "I have inferior spiritual roots... I am trash... I can't possibly achieve anything great through cultivation?" Jiang Zheng stood in the endless dark waves, muttering to himself, as if possessed. Crash! The waves that covered the sky and the sun surged up, and he was in the middle of it, like a tiny speck of dust that could fall into the abyss at any time. Suddenly, a huge face appeared in the sky. Jiang Zheng raised his head and his pupils suddenly shrank. A face that covered the sky and the sun was looming over his head. He looks exactly like me! At this time, waves that covered the sky and the sun suddenly hit from all directions. The giant face in the sky opened its huge mouth and spewed out devilish sound. The devilish sound shattered the waves and smashed down on Jiang Zheng like the sky was falling. “Hehehe… Yes, you have inferior spiritual roots… You are trash… It is impossible for you to achieve anything great… How can a trash achieve anything great!” "I am trash... I have inferior spiritual roots... I can't possibly become famous... How can trash become famous..." "Yes, you're right. Let's face the reality... hehe..." "I am trash... I have inferior spiritual roots... How can a trash achieve anything great..." "That's right, hehehehehehe..." "I have inferior spiritual roots... I can't possibly achieve anything great... How can a waste achieve anything great..." “Hehehe…” Jiang Zheng covered his ears in pain, feeling as if his mind was being torn apart. "waste!" Suddenly, the giant face uttered another devilish sound, like a hundred thousand mountains falling down at once. Plop! Jiang Zheng's feet suddenly went empty and he fell into the boundless black sea, enveloped by endless coldness.