Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 I’m Not a Bad Person!

“This… This environment, why is it different from what I expected?”

President Huang continuously wiped the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his gaze occasionally sweeping the surroundings as if trying to find a way out.

But surrounding them was nothing but the Mist Jungle, making President Huang suspect that without a guide, they would never be able to find their way out on their own for a lifetime!

The other few individuals were similarly distressed, and along with the ghost, their trembling was fully displayed.

Lu Dahu walked with his head lowered, at the very end of the group. He too was extremely anxious and subconsciously felt he had been hypnotized.

However, he soon realized that although the environment was deeply imbued with Yin Qi, the air was exceptionally refreshing.

With each breath, wasn’t his supposedly exhausted body regaining some vitality?

The Bone Burying Ground was not large, relying solely on formations and mist to impair these people’s judgment.

Minutes later, the ghost led them around and finally arrived at a crude farmstead at the mountain’s peak.

The farm was not large, consisting merely of three straw-thatched houses lined up together, with a stone round table and six stone stools placed in the front yard of the houses.

President Huang looked at the stone stools and then at the number of people, vaguely guessing they had arrived at their destination.

Sure enough, the guiding ghost pointed towards the stone stools, issuing a harsh and unpleasant voice:

“Go there!”

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“Sit!”

President Huang heard this command with some confusion; it had been many years since he had heard such a tone.

Since becoming wealthy, whether it was dealing with inspections or meeting revered figures, everyone was generally very polite.

He, President Huang, hadn’t endured… well, okay, he could still continue to bear this bit of humility.

The six wealthy individuals showed a humble smile towards the ghost, then they gathered around the stone table and sat down together.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

No sooner had their buttocks settled, noises began emanating from around the straw houses.

Soon after, President Huang, Lu Dahu, and the other four were horrified to see a large number of robust rats appearing from all directions, surrounding them completely!

Fortunately, none of the six had a fear of crowds, or else they might have fainted on the spot!

“Jie jie jie!”

After feeling the immense pressure of being surrounded by a horde of rats for several seconds, suddenly a spine-chilling laughter broke the oppressive atmosphere.

Accompanied by the sound, the door of the straw house was opened.

Leaning on a cane, wearing a rat-patterned mask, the Rat Taoist slowly emerged.

In the eyes of the six men, the dense crowd of rats on the ground receded like a tide, making way for the old cultivator, then looked at him as if stars surrounding the moon.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but President Huang and the others always felt that these large rats were intelligent; their eyes filled with reverence and a hint of frenzied madness as they looked towards the old cultivator.

Seeing Rat Taoist approaching them.

Realizing that this probably was the host, the six individuals quickly stood up, bending their waists.

Their faces bore a smile, as amiable as could be.

Su Ping scanned the six individuals, gripped his cane, and gently tapped the ground.

Immediately, a breeze came, clearing the mist in the courtyard while also causing the horde of rats to leave the courtyard just as they had arrived, vanishing from sight.

“This humble one, Bone Burying Ground’s Rat Taoist, greets all the individuals brought by fate!”

“Greetings, Immortal Master!”

President Huang and others hadn’t heard of the title Bone Burying Ground before, but that didn’t prevent them from responding as if thunderstruck.

At the same time, they mentally noted every word spoken by Rat Taoist, resolved to thoroughly analyze and study it if they had a chance to return home.

The mention of the horde of rats along with the Taoist title also unsettled them somewhat, making their movements even more cramped.

Rat Taoist nodded slightly, not indulging in too much politeness towards these mortals, waved his sleeve to perform the Object Manipulation Technique in conjunction with a storage bag, instantly displaying the prowess of his Sleeve Universe spell.

Enabling a teapot and six teacups to appear on the round table.

Then the teapot, aided by the Object Manipulation Technique, floated up, pouring a cup of hot tea for each of the six people.

“Sit!”

At Rat Taoist’s command, the six men, still bending, hurriedly sighed and took their seats.

“Do not fear, this humble one is not a bad person.”

“This time, I’ve called you fortunate individuals here because there is some matter I am seeking help with.”

Rat Taoist paused after saying this.

Sure enough, among the six, one who wore a wig began to smoothly follow his lead:

“For Immortal Master to seek us out is an honor for me!”

“Immortal Master, just say the word, even if it costs me a fortune, I, Huang, wouldn’t even blink!”

“Yes, I feel the same, please command us as you wish, Immortal Master!”

The others were also cunning. Hearing someone speak up first, they quickly echoed in agreement.

Afraid of being seen as disrespectful if they were too slow.

In fact, if it wasn’t for the fact that the Rat Taoist in front of them and the surrounding environment seemed drastically out of place.

And that towering humanoid locust tree, which could deliver a massive psychological shock with just a casual glance.

A few with thicker skins would probably have already pounced forward like tigers, diving headfirst to beg the Immortal Master to take them as disciples.

Even if not as formal disciples, being registered ones was also good, or even menial servants weren’t unacceptable!

In front of a chance for immortality, what does face value count for!

Looking at the six people, who were both fearful and greedily longing for him,

Su Ping was very satisfied.

And was also pleased with this avatar of his.

The Rat Taoist’s attire was quite tacky, sounding very unserious and even slightly lecherous, giving a bad first impression.

But in Su Ping’s view, it was precisely these reasons that he chose such a persona.

It had to be such a tacky avatar, fitting to interact with these folks and conveniently make various demands.

In these people’s view, such a tacky evil cultivator would need their help, who were small bosses with slight but not significant power.

And would spontaneously rationalize for him after encountering various questionable demands.

Otherwise, if Su Ping had used the identity of the Yunlai Sword Immortal to deal with these greedy merchants, then making various worldly demands.

Not to mention whether it fits the character, by the time these people returned home, they would also wonder if the persona had collapsed.

The same was true for the great demons. What about the Black Mountain Old Demon, wouldn’t he just overtly dominate a mountain as his own? Trying to coerce a few small bosses for manpower and materials was completely out of character!

Anomalies always indicated something demonic afoot!

And more importantly, such a lowly and antagonistic style of the Rat Taoist would easily lead to subconscious judgments of pettiness and capriciousness!

Such evil cultivators conducting despicable acts and shamelessly oppressing the weak seemed very plausible, didn’t it?

Thus, directly implanting a thorn in the hearts of those with predetermined fates, ensuring they wouldn’t dare to point their guns at the good guys from the start.

Invisibly, it would spare Su Ping much trouble!

“I have received your sentiments,” said the old man.

“I am quite pleased with your attitude,” he added.

“Let’s have some tea first. It’s not great tea, but for you, it’s still a rare sight of Spiritual Tea,” he said.

It wasn’t until the crowd echoed that the Rat Taoist continued to speak.

Then, President Huang and the others turned their eyes towards the tea in their cups.

Even from a distance, the tea smelled so good!

But considering the journey here and the image of the Rat Taoist,

The first things that came to mind were slow-acting poison, Gu worms, curses, and other unpleasant terms.

Yet… President Huang glanced at the increasingly cold and sinister staring Rat Taoist, gritted his teeth, and was the first to lift his tea cup and drink it all in one gulp.

Suddenly, a warm current spread from his abdomen, making him feel indescribably comfortable and warm.

The rest followed suit, drinking the hot tea, and also noticed the benefits of the tea.

What they didn’t know was that the tea was brewed from the tea dregs given by the loose cultivators of Golden Sparrow City.

Since starting to fish, Su Ping hadn’t drunk such inferior quality Spiritual Tea.

And from this pot of tea, the previous pots had been drunk by the little black cat and dog.

Now, this pot’s psychological effects probably outweighed its actual benefits.

However, it seemed to have some effect on these ordinary people who had encountered extraordinary materials for the first time, at least for a short while.

After they finished the hot tea and a surprised expression appeared in their eyes,

Su Ping then continued in a grave voice:

“The reason I have summoned you is that I don’t have many years left to live, so, ah, certain rules no longer bind me!”

Upon hearing that this transcendent old cultivator didn’t have many years left, President Huang and the others didn’t feel joy but rather a chill down their spines.

An invincible person is terrifying, but a transcendent cultivator who is about to die and dares to disregard the rules… might be even more terrifying!

They hurriedly stood up and bent over in an attentive posture.

“Cough, cough, I do not fear death; I just do not want the legacy of the Bone Burying Ground to end,” he said.

“So… on one hand, I want you to help me find people,” he stated.

“On the other hand, I plan to practice alchemy and artifact making, and I also need you to provide some materials,” he added.

“In exchange, you can all become registered disciples of my Bone Burying Ground,” he concluded.