"Wow."
The child cried out again, interrupting Chen Xuantianâs contemplation.
"Whatâs wrong now..."
Following the childâs gaze, Chen Xuantian saw a green-robed man brewing tea in the pavilion in the distance.
"Will it ever end..."
Chen Xuantian sighed and carried the child down the mountain, walking into the pavilion and cupping his hands towards the man,
"You must be the tea from the inn."
The green-robed man was startled, bewildered,
"No, Iâm the shopkeeper."
"..."
The shopkeeper glanced at Chen Xuantian,
"Fellow Daoist, you have quite a skill. Although my junior brother indeed faced a dire calamity, resulting in Soldier Disintegration, to be defeated by a Golden Core Stage cultivator was unexpected. May I ask which esteemed master you honor? Whatâs your teacherâs name?"
Chen Xuantian waved his hand,
"People meet by fate from a thousand miles away; thereâs no need to have known each other before meeting. No need to thank me, shopkeeper. Farewell."
"Hold on."
The shopkeeper gestured, and a breeze rolled in, enveloping the pavilion like a veil.
"Though I donât know what method you employed, please return my junior brotherâs soul."
Chen Xuantian spread his hands,
"I canât do that."
The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes.
Chen Xuantian was helpless as well,
"I really canât do it, as you can see, Iâm just a weak Golden Core cultivator.
Iâve only learned how to kill someone, but not how to bring them back."
"Hiss..."
The shopkeeper inhaled sharply and gritted his teeth,
"Fellow Daoist, donât be too excessive! Youâve taken so many benefits from our home! Youâve killed my junior brother, slaughtered my mount! Asking you for a Primordial Spirit and you refuse, itâs absolutely intolerable! Youâve drained it dry and killed ruthlessly without any regard for sentiment! Itâs too unreasonable! Do you really think âThere is an Innâ is something to be trifled with?"
Chen Xuantian was helpless,
"Why is it actually called âThere is an Innâ, is it a chain... No, what do you want then? Are you going to be impolite?"
"You! Hmph!"
In conclusion, this Sect Leader really wasnât destined to meet with doom, and didnât make a move, just flicked his sleeve,
"Iâm going to appeal to the Immortal Alliance! Let the Cloud Platform Chief arbitrate! Does the Mystic Sect care about regulations anymore!"
"Uh..."
Donât even mention it, if this guy really appealed to Lingxu, Chen Xuantian would indeed be somewhat intimidated.
After all, he previously thought the Cloud Platform Chief was just an unremarkable first under heaven, always absorbed in architectural projects, wholeheartedly wanting to build a spaceship to explore the Void.
But now, he knew that Lingxu was a damn scoundrel, and indeed a damn capable scoundrel.
Having learned a hand of Ghost Spring Technique was already enough to be unrivaled, slaughtering Divinity Transformation cultivators like chickens. Previously, even a flying sword at Qingcheng Mountain couldnât kill him; it required that Space-Time Technique to reverse fate. Facing Lingxu now, he really didnât know how he would perish.
After pondering, Chen Xuantian raised the bamboo pole and showed the child,
"How about this, take this child as collateral. Once I master my method and learn how to return your junior brotherâs Primordial Spirit, I will exchange for him, what do you say?"
The shopkeeper coldly snorted, ready to refuse, when he suddenly glanced at the child and furrowed his brow, calculating with his fingers.
Chen Xuantian understood his reaction and paid no heed, just looked at the child,
"Do you agree?"
The child didnât cry, which meant he agreed.
But he probably had no reason to disagree, if he disagreed, he would starve to death following Chen Xuantian...
The shopkeeper naturally looked surprised, couldnât really calculate anything.
Yes, honestly, if nothing could be calculated, it meant this was something you werenât meant to have, a good thing without fate, right? Anyone capable would want to snatch it up to reverse fate, wouldnât they?
However, after taking this boy with him for just two days, Chen Xuantian realized that only Peak Divinity Transformation monsters spawned, and knew this child couldnât be kept.
Sure, even he could kill Peak Divinity Transformation creatures in a second, but if two came at once, wouldnât he be exhausted? So he, being one to protect himself, naturally chose to give up decisively.
The shopkeeper, too, understood the principle of snatching without a guaranteed hold, but evidently felt his junior brotherâs defeat was his own problem, he himself hadnât faced calamity, surely he could hold it! Stand firm! He swore to reverse fate!
Thus, without hesitation, he waved his hand, stirred a breeze, wrapping the pavilion, child, all together to the cloud peak!
"Good! Consider you smart! Iâll take this child! Once you master your method, summon me at He Ming Mountain!"
Oh, turns out itâs He... Damn... This boyâs fate is just too strong...