"Well...it can be considered that you killed him with your own hands. Well, Junior Brother, you have given up your evil intentions. Come with me up the mountain."

The toad-faced immortal took Armin away with a smile. The bull's body gradually became cold on the ground. The farmers around sighed for a while, and then left to work.

Having lived for so many years, this is not the first time I have seen a similar situation.

They are just a group of people. What can they do about what the Immortal Master wants to do?

Things went on like this until the evening. When everyone finished their work in the fields and were thinking of burying the bull, they suddenly discovered that the body was missing. Everyone looked at each other for a while and left in silence.

…

"Look carefully, our Qingniu Sect is separated from the dust. If you don't have a disciple token like me, you will definitely not be able to enter the sect."

"In the past, there were a few idiots who wanted to join the Immortal Sect, but they couldn't even find the way, and eventually turned into a pile of dry bones on this mountain."

"How can these guys spy on the secrets of the Immortal Path?"

"So my little junior brother, please don't do anything stupid."

The toad-faced immortal kept smiling, but his words inexplicably sounded like a warning, or something else.

But he didn't explain too much, just walked up the bluestone steps where the manifestation came from.

Armin followed behind, taking in the situation around him while thinking about what the Toad-faced Sage had said.

"He probably said that because in the past, some disciples did something against the sect's rules because they couldn't give up this world."

"The so-called piles of bones are probably more than just a search for immortals. The yin energy here is dense and thick, and it is even stronger than last night. There must be countless wronged souls who died here."

Armin didn't have any means to detect Yin Qi, but he had felt the breath of a ghost last night. It might be the mother of Daniu and Erniu, or something else...

The cold breath made his body feel cold from the inside out, but it was not unbearable, just a little physical torture.

The toad-faced immortal walking leisurely in front seemed unusually leisurely. It was obvious that this yin energy did not cause any physical discomfort to him, but made him a little intoxicated.

The Toad-faced Immortal could definitely help Armin resist this evil spirit, but he didn't, perhaps because he wanted to show his power.

This is the Qingniu Sect. You have entered the sect. What if you have good talent? You still need me to do it.

He likes to play with the emotions of anyone, whether they are human or immortal.

Unfortunately, this kind of physical torture might be painful for people with weak minds, but Armin felt nothing at all.

The pain from advanced cancer is far worse than this pain, and the pain from transplant surgery is even worse than this.

In order to preserve the mobility of his brain as perfectly as possible, Armin underwent the entire operation without the use of any anesthetics. He endured it all.

Feel the surgery cutting into your body piece by piece, feel your intestines, spleen, stomach, and so on being emptied out.

That feeling is more painful than this kind of coldness.

Armin never showed any signs of fatigue or asked for help, which surprised the Toad-Faced Immortal. He looked at him meaningfully and said nothing.

The two finally arrived at the sect gate.

The Qingniu Sect is located at the highest peak of these towering mountains. There is a huge gatehouse surrounded by fairy mist and with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes. The three words "Qingniu Sect" are engraved on it, and the huge stone pillars next to it are engraved with countless inscriptions.

"Disciple Ma Yan, I am bringing the new disciple Er Niu back to the sect."

The toad-faced immortal said it was Ma Yan and bowed.

Soon, the vermilion lacquered door creaked open.

This is actually very different from a real immortal sect. Judging from its appearance, it doesn't look like a sect, but more like a private residence.

"Let's go, little brother. Master is waiting for you."

Ma Yan greeted him and then walked away on his own.

Armin hurriedly followed, and the door slammed shut after the two entered, like a beast with its bloody mouth wide open, closing its mouth at this moment, leaving the prey unable to escape from its mouth.

Perhaps it was because Armin's performance on the bluestone steps was too eye-catching.

On the way leading Armin to the main hall, Ma Yan said nothing more, and Armin's sharp observation was gone.

"It seems that my performance on the stage just now made this senior brother feel threatened. Now he simply ignores me. I am afraid he hopes that I can break some taboos..."

“I have to find out for myself what is taboo…”

Armin was very sensitive. Although Ma Yan pretended to be nonchalant, there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This person enjoys torturing other people's feelings. Something must be about to cause him or her pain."

"If this matter is unavoidable, according to Ma Yan's character, he will definitely inform in advance, and then enjoy the ending that he is powerless to change."

"But if this can be avoided and it will only happen under certain special circumstances, Ma Yan will keep silent."

녊Thinking.

Ma Yan stopped walking, the scene in front of him had quietly changed, a hall with classical oriental features... no, it was more like a main room.

The main room was open.

After Ma Yan motioned for him to go in, he bowed and left.

"Why don't you come in?"

A rather majestic voice came, and Almin felt his eardrum vibrate, and his mind became uncontrollably tense.

There is a feeling of being out of control and wanting to obey.

“Yes… yes.”

Erniu, played by Armin, was terrified, but he did not forget to bow first, then lowered his head and walked in respectfully.

He didn't look up the whole time.

By lowering my eyes, I can clearly see that there are three chairs in front of me.

There is one seat in the middle and two seats on the left and right.

The person in the middle is wearing a dark purple robe, while the ones on the left and right are scarlet and indigo respectively.

"Erniu, raise your head."

Armin raised his head and met the eyes of an old man with white hair and beard and a lot of pockmarks on his face.

There was contempt and indifference in the old man's eyes as he looked Armin up and down.

Then he said, "Why didn't you come in to greet us?"

This is just one thing.

Armin could clearly feel the gazes from both sides. The temperature in the room dropped suddenly. Faintly, on the ground, Armin saw the inhuman shadows on both sides...

"I am a new disciple and do not know the rules of the Immortal Sect. I am so embarrassed and terrified. I hope the Immortal will forgive me!"

Armin understood that the Toad-faced Immortal had never emphasized one thing, that is, rules. Instead, he focused on inducing self-satisfaction and feeling the privileges of an immortal. However, he himself strictly followed every rule...

There is no absolutely free place in the world.

Jumping through a circle may lead to entering another cage.