"Wang Lao Er in the alchemy room is the most stingy. He often cuts corners on the quality of his pills."
"Junior sister often went to the Sword Pavilion, and only she was able to learn tens of thousands of sword techniques. Others just picked a few and practiced hard. Alas, it was a pity that she was kidnapped by this guy Li Changsheng and never went to the Sword Pavilion again."
"There are often people selling mundane toys and clothes in the square. Most of my clothes and toys were obtained from here when I was a child."
"This mountain path was once filled with tiny sword spirits, used to select mortals and independent cultivators who came to study."
“Cough, cough, cough.”
He Kun suddenly coughed violently, and when he caught his breath, there was a pool of sticky blood with a hint of murderous aura on his palm.
Blood slid down his palm and dripped onto the ground, corroding the rocks and making a creaking sound. A smell of burning cowhide filled his nose, and a mortal would probably die on the spot if he smelled it.
Blood?
He was in a trance for a while, and then he remembered that he seemed to have practiced the method of Absolute Sword. With the help of Absolute Sword, he became a top-level Nascent Soul, so that he could drive the Heavenly Sword.
It has been about 70 years now.
“Hahaha,” He Kun laughed at himself, “My disciple cultivated the Absolute Sword for thirty years and it broke. I just lived a few more years and forgot about it. I thought I was very advanced and my achievements were comparable to those of nature, but I didn’t expect that what was supposed to happen would still happen in the end.”
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and estimated how long he could live as he walked.
"You can still live for two years."
A calm voice came from behind him. He Kun turned around and saw a Taoist in a white Taoist robe only ten steps away from him.
The red color originally stained by blood had been cleared away by his magic, but the green Taoist robe could not be restored.
He Kun smiled and said, "You look good in white. It's better than being as red as a monkey's butt."
"You have two years left to live."
Li Changsheng didn't respond to his words and told the bloody reality. Such a straightforward temperament reminded He Kun of his junior sister, who was also like this.
"Elder He, how can I save you?"
His tone was as calm as usual, low and with a hint of questioning.
"Everyone will die one day." He Kun shook his head slightly and looked at the rows of tombstones on the opposite hillside.
"Jue Jian, you kill your own life, but you save the lives of people all over the world. Now it's just my turn, there's nothing to resist or be afraid of."
"Can save..."
"I was planning to smash it to pieces." He Kun sighed and shook his head, "It's just a pity that I will never see the second great age, I won't be able to drink to my heart's content, and I won't be able to eat a bowl of wontons that my junior sister has been craving for."
"When you are alone in the world, make more friends or take in some apprentices."
Just then a hand reached out, Li Changsheng grabbed his collar and almost pulled him to the ground.
"What are you doing..."
He Kun stopped his doubts before he could express them. He saw the obsession in Li Changsheng's eyes, which was deeply imprinted in his pupils.
Obsessed?!
"Yes, the Chenghua God can save him."
Mortals are powerless and unable to enter the Tao. After refining his spirit and becoming empty, Li Changsheng believes that he should be able to do something.
(End of this chapter)
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