Starting From A Fisherman To Cultivate Immortality And Live Forever

Chapter 62: I'm not a bad person either!

"This... why is the environment different from what I imagined?"

Mr. Huang kept wiping the sweat off his forehead, occasionally glancing around as if trying to find a way out.

But all he saw was the misty jungle surrounding them. Mr. Huang doubted that he could find a way out on his own without someone leading the way.

The others were equally distressed, following the ghost and showing their fear to the fullest.

Mr. Lu, walking at the back of the group, also felt extremely anxious and subconsciously felt like he was being hypnotized.

However, he soon realized that although the atmosphere was gloomy, the air was unusually fresh.

With each breath, his exhausted body seemed to regain vitality.

The burial ground was still small, relying on the formation and the mist to affect the judgment of these people.

After a few minutes, the ghost led them in a circle and finally arrived at a simple farmhouse on the mountaintop.

The farmhouse was small, consisting of three connected thatched cottages. In front of the house, there was a stone round table and six round stools.

Mr. Huang looked at those stone stools and then at the number of people in their group, vaguely guessing their destination.

Sure enough, the guiding ghost pointed towards those stone stools and uttered a hoarse and unpleasant voice:

"Go there!"

"Sit!"

Upon hearing this command, Mr. Huang felt a bit dazed. It had been many years since he had heard such a tone.

Since becoming successful, whether it was during inspections or meetings with high-ranking individuals, everyone had always been polite.

Mr. Huang could endure this bit of humiliation for the rest of his life.

The six wealthy individuals showed humble smiles to the ghost and then sat around the stone table together.

Creak creak creak!

As soon as they sat down, there were sounds coming from all around the thatched cottage.

Immediately, Mr. Huang, Mr. Lu, and the other four people were horrified to see a large number of strong and sturdy rats appearing from all directions, surrounding them tightly!

Fortunately, none of the six of them had musophobia, otherwise they would have fainted on the spot!

"Hehehe!"

After feeling the immense pressure from being surrounded by the swarm of rats for a few seconds, a creepy laughter broke the oppressive atmosphere.

Along with the sound, the door of the thatched cottage opened.

A rat-faced man, leaning on a cane and wearing a rat-patterned mask, slowly walked out.

In the eyes of the six people, the dense swarm of rats on the ground parted like a receding tide, making way for this old cultivator, and then they looked at him as if he were the center of the universe.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Mr. Huang and the others felt that these large rats were intelligent creatures. They looked at the old cultivator with awe and a hint of fanatical madness in their eyes.

Seeing the rat-faced man approaching them, the six people stood up simultaneously, bowing respectfully.

With smiles on their faces, they tried to be as amiable as possible.

Su Ping glanced at the six people, tightened his grip on the cane, and lightly tapped the ground.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, dispersing the fog in the courtyard and causing the swarm of rats to disappear outside the courtyard, just like when they had arrived.

"I am Su Ping, the Rat Daoist who is buried here. I have the fortune to meet all of you!"

"We greet the immortal master!"

Mr. Huang and the others had never heard of the name "Rat Daoist," but that didn't stop them from making expressions and movements that were as shocking as thunder.

At the same time, they silently remembered every word the Rat Daoist said, preparing to analyze and study them thoroughly when they had the chance to go back.

In addition to the recent rat tide, this title also made them somewhat uneasy, and their movements became more awkward.

The Rat Daoist nodded slightly, not being overly polite to these mortals. He waved his sleeve, displaying his object manipulation technique and storage bag, and praised the spatial magic that could hold everything.

A teapot and six teacups appeared on the round table.

Then, with the help of his object manipulation technique, the teapot floated up and poured a cup of hot tea for each of the six people.

"Sit!"

With a command from the Rat Daoist, the six people who were still bowing quickly responded and sat down.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

"I called you fortunate individuals here this time because I need some help."

The Rat Daoist paused for a moment.

Sure enough, one of the six, wearing a wig, immediately followed up with the words, "It's our honor that the immortal master needs our help!"

"Immortal master, please give your orders. Even if it means losing everything, I, Little Huang, won't even frown!"

"Yes, I also think so. Please feel free to give your orders, Immortal Master!"

The others were also astute individuals, and upon hearing someone speak up first, they quickly chimed in.

They were afraid of being seen as slow and ignorant.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the current Rat Daoist and the surrounding environment were so out of place.

And that lofty face locust tree, even a casual glance could cause them great psychological impact.

Some of them, with thick skin, were probably already like a fierce tiger coming down the mountain, kneeling and begging the Immortal Master to take them as disciples.

Even if they weren't formal disciples, being registered was also good. At the very least, they could become miscellaneous workers, right?

In the face of Immortal Fate, what did face matter?

Looking at the six people with their fearful and greedy expressions towards him.

Su Ping was very satisfied.

And he was also satisfied with his current disguise.

This Rat Daoist disguise was very tacky, and it sounded very improper, even a bit sleazy. The first impression was not good.

But in Su Ping's opinion, it was precisely because of these reasons that he chose such a disguise.

Only with such a low-profile disguise could he interact with these guys in front of him and easily make various demands.

In the eyes of these people, such a tacky evil cultivator would only seek help from small bosses like them who had some strength but not much.

And after encountering various unreasonable demands, they would spontaneously come up with reasons for him.

Otherwise, if Su Ping were to interact with these greedy businessmen as the Cloud Sword Immortal, and then make various worldly-related demands.

Not to mention whether the style would be appropriate, even after these people returned, they would also have doubts about his character.

The same was true for the Big Demon Lord. What's the point of finding a few small bosses for manpower and resources when he could just directly occupy the mountain and become the king?

There must be something abnormal about this!

And more importantly, the low-profile villainous style of the Rat Daoist made it easier for the subconscious to think that he had a narrow mind and was capricious!

This kind of evil cultivator only did despicable things that shameless people did, revenge against ordinary people. It seemed reasonable, right?

In this way, a thorn was directly planted in the hearts of these destined people, so that they didn't have the courage to point a gun at the good guys from the beginning.

Invisible, it saved Su Ping a lot of trouble!

"I have received your intentions."

"I am satisfied with your attitude."

"Let's have some tea first. It's not good tea, but it's rare spiritual tea for you."

After the Rat Daoist and the others echoed, they spoke again.

Then, Huang and the others looked at the tea in their cups.

Even though there was some distance, the tea smelled really good!

But thinking about the experiences along the way and the image of the Rat Daoist.

The first things that came to their minds were chronic poison, gu worms, curses, and other negative terms.

However... Huang glanced at the Rat Daoist, who seemed to be staring at them with a chilling aura, and gritted his teeth to be the first to raise his cup and drink it all.

Immediately, a warm current surged out from his abdomen, making him feel warm and comfortable all over.

The others also quickly drank the hot tea and also felt the benefits.

They didn't know that this tea was made from tea leaves sent by the scattered cultivators from the Golden Sparrow City.

Since Su Ping started fishing, he hadn't drunk this kind of inferior quality spiritual tea.

And this pot of tea had already been drunk by Little Black Cat and Little Dog before.

Now, the psychological effect it could produce was probably far greater than its actual effect.

But it seemed that for these ordinary people who had encountered extraordinary substances for the first time, they still felt something for a short period of time.

After they finished drinking the hot tea and their eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Su Ping continued in a deep voice:

"The reason why I called you here is because I don't have many good years left, so I can't manage some rules anymore!"

Upon hearing that this extraordinary cultivator didn't have many good years left, Huang and the others were not delighted, but instead felt a chill down their spines.

Invincible people were terrifying, but a dying extraordinary cultivator who dared to ignore the rules... was probably even more terrifying!

They quickly stood up and bent over, listening attentively.

"Cough cough, I'm not afraid of death, I just don't want my inheritance to be cut off."

"So... on one hand, I want you to help me find someone!"

"On the other hand, I plan to refine pills and make artifacts, and I also need you to provide some resources!"

"As an exchange, all of you can become my registered disciples to be buried with me."

(End of this chapter)