A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

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"No gambling! Never again. Do you think I will fall for the same trick twice in a row?" Master Li shook his head like he was playing a drum and refused.

"Don't bet? Donor Li's vision is so high that he can't even see the inner elixir of the monster blood-thread dragon?" The Taoist priest looked shocked and in disbelief.

But no matter how Han Li looked at it, he felt that it was very false.

"Blood Thread Jiao Neidan!" Master Li, who originally planned to never have anything to do with Taoist priests again, suddenly changed his expression when he heard the name of this thing, and his voice trembled a little.

"Isn't it? I heard that Donor Li once lived in the Panlong River Rapids of Yuanwu Kingdom for more than thirty years because of this thing, but he still left with regret. So this time Pindao spent a lot of money, specially for it. The donor asked for it!”

The Taoist priest said calmly, becoming more leisurely and looking like he was convinced of the other party.

"Impossible! This blood-threaded dragon is so easy to catch, let alone preserve the inner elixir. Are you just talking nonsense and teasing me?" Master Li woke up from his excitement and showed doubts. .

"Pindao is a monk, so he won't lie? The donor can take a look for himself."

The Taoist priest didn't want to waste any time explaining. He flipped his hand and a white ball covered with bloodshot eyes appeared in front of Master Li. His eyes lit up as he looked at it, making him want to snatch it away.

"If the donor's silver-armored horned python takes this elixir and cultivates quietly for ten or twenty years, it will definitely jump from the middle stage of foundation building to the late stage. After another hundred years of hard training, it is not impossible to even enter the elixir formation stage. Yes." The Taoist priest's words were full of temptation.

Master Li snorted coldly upon hearing this, with a straight face, seemingly unmoved, but the flickering eyes revealed his inner turmoil.

"For such a rare bet, the benefactor has hesitated for a long time. Do you really have such low opinion of the strength of Guigu's disciples?" The Taoist priest curled his lips and used the provoking method.

"We disciples of Huang Maple Valley, it's not your Qingxu Sect's turn to judge." Master Li said with an unhappy look on his face.

Then he glanced at the group of people behind the Taoist priest, and immediately had a general understanding of the strength of the Qingxu Sect disciples. They should be about the same strength as the Huang Maple Valley disciples.

"Okay, I bet! But which of my treasures are you thinking about?

After thinking about it for a while, Master Li felt that the odds of winning this bet should be 50-50. Coupled with his extreme desire for the inner elixir, he finally nodded and agreed, but he was cautious and asked casually.

"Haha, Pindao is not interested in the benefactor's other treasures. He just wants the benefactor to refine two iron essences of the same size for Pindao in the next twenty years after he wins the bet by chance. Donor Li's True Fire Essence Chun is famous among the seven major sects, so this must be a trivial matter!" The Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, but there was a hint of treachery in his words.

"You want two more pieces of the same iron essence?" Master Li's face looked ugly and he jumped up almost immediately.

"Niubi, you plan to make me a coolie!"

"How could it be? As long as you win, you don't have to do this. It's the inner elixir of a fifth-level monster! It's equivalent to the early stage of elixir formation for our monks, and it's definitely worth the price!" the Taoist priest said, shaking his head.

Patriarch Li's face was uncertain. After a while, he finally slowly extended a palm and asked coldly.

"Do we still follow the rules from last time? First, look at who collects the most elixirs, secondly, look at the quality, and best of all, look at the number of people who walked out of the forbidden area alive!"

"Of course, everything is business as usual!"

The Taoist priest was overjoyed and hurriedly stretched out his palm to strike with the other party, thus confirming the bet.

A crisp sound of "Pop!" came.

The Taoist priest did hit a certain palm, but there was no trace of joy in his expression. Instead, he started crying.

What he hit was not Patriarch Li's outstretched palm, but another dirty hand that appeared out of the air. This hand appeared strangely and suddenly between the two of them. It was full of grease and dirt. It was unknown how long it had been. Not cleaned!

The disciples of the two sects who had been paying attention to the conversation between their masters were dumbfounded by this ghostly scene.

"Senior Qiong!"

The Taoist priest and Master Li shouted at the same time with their faces turning blue.

"What senior? I don't dare to take it seriously. I am in the realm of Danjie stage just like you, but I entered it a few years earlier!" A lazy voice sounded between the two, and then a man dressed strangely gradually appeared there. Showed his figure.

This man was wearing a blue shirt with several puddings on it, and had short hair that was several inches long. He had a green cloth bag that had been washed white at his waist. He seemed to be a very clean person. But his face was so greasy and so dark that even his true appearance could not be seen.

"How many years? Hundreds of years?"

After seeing the appearance of the person clearly, Master Li and the Taoist priest smiled bitterly in their hearts. After sighing, "It is indeed this person," they did not dare to show the slightest disrespect.

This weirdo is not only frighteningly old, with one foot already in the Nascent Soul stage, but his original invisible escape method is even famous in the world of immortality. Even various sects of immortality in several nearby countries have heard of his name for a long time.

I don’t know whether it is because the deadline is approaching but he has never fully entered the Nascent Soul stage. His temper has become more and more weird in the past hundred years. He likes to play tricks on the monks in the Danjie stage. The top monks were all embarrassed by his teasing.

But these monks, who were usually worshiped as the Patriarch in the sect, were unable to do anything to him.

In terms of profound magical power, this person is second to none among the monks in the Danjie stage; in terms of background, he is the strongest member of the Hidden Moon Sect among the seven major sects; he asked the Yuan Ying stage "expert" of his sect to teach him a lesson. Suddenly, most of these "experts" don't want to trouble themselves for trivial matters, even if they don't know a few people they know!

As a result, this person among the higher-ups in the world of immortality has completely become a "bully" and a "rogue". Basically, whoever sees him is asking for more blessings! I hope he is in a good mood that day, otherwise a little teasing and trouble will be inevitable!

How could Master Li and the Taoist priests not be surprised by the sudden arrival of such a "senior" and feel full of anxiety! The two of them have suffered greatly!

"Since it's a bet, wouldn't it be too lonely just for the two of you, even if I'm a bad old man?" Senior Qiong seemed to be in a good mood, but he said something that made the two of them complain endlessly.

"Senior, you are joking. How can our two disciples compare with the master disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect? We are definitely going to lose but not win. No need to bet, we will just win!" The Taoist priest forced a smile and said with a smile.

Patriarch Li's lips were tightly closed, but the expression on his face showed that he agreed with this.

When the old man Qiong heard this, he sneered a few times, rolled his eyes, and said strangely:

"Would I do such a deceptive thing? Don't worry, as long as the combined results of your two families surpass this sect, then I will be considered a loser, and then you two will decide the winner."

"really?"

The Taoist priest couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Although this man was moody and laughed and scolded as he pleased, what he said was indeed firm and he never broke his promise. In this way, the bet was considered fair, and the two of them even got a slight advantage.

"These three invisible needle talisman are made and played in my free time. Anyway, I don't have any descendants, so let's make this bet!" The old man raised his hand and showed three pictures with seven colors. The needle talisman was put away again in a flash.

Seeing this, Patriarch Li and the Taoist priest couldn't hide the shock on their faces. They couldn't help but glance at each other, and they both saw a hint of greed in each other's eyes.

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