"The Demon Emperor is truly extraordinary. He is only nine years old, but he has such a long-term vision."

"That's right. If you become a slave, you will never be able to turn over a new leaf. Besides, Shen Quan is obviously not a good person."

"It's really fate that makes people happy. Fairy Nangong originally wanted to lighten the burden on the Demon Emperor, but she didn't expect that the Demon Emperor would be beaten up instead."

Nangong Rou, who was not far away, had a rather ugly expression on her face. Her memory of those years had long been blurred, and she only just realized that she still owed Jiang Zhige so much.

Being rescued in the snow was a one-time thing. If it weren’t for Jiang Zhige, she would have frozen to death in the snow.

Now it happened again. If it weren't for Jiang Zhige, she would probably have been toyed to death by a rapist from a mortal family.

Qu Yun, who was standing next to him, suddenly felt a sense of crisis when he saw this. He knew that although Nangong Rou still resented Jiang Zhige, she could not deny that she owed Jiang Zhige many favors.

"Xiao Rou, don't feel you owe the Demon Emperor anything. He was just a beggar back then, and he was just trying to show off. If no one had saved him, the outcome would have been impossible to change."

Nangong Rou was stunned for a moment, then nodded in approval.

Qu Yun was right. She should thank the old man in white robe who came to her rescue.

And that old man in white robe, if Nangong Rou remembered correctly, was the master, Yao Qianji, who had led her and Jiang Zhige on the path of cultivation.

Nangong Rou is still grateful to her master, but unfortunately she was later found by her family. When she returned after successful training, her master had already passed away.

"Good! It's better to be a beggar than a slave!"

The old man in white robe nodded and smiled, looking at Jiang Zhige with admiration.

He didn't come out of the crowd just now because he wanted to see how Jiang Zhige would react next. Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhige didn't even cry out after being beaten.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed that such a character could appear in a little kid who was less than ten years old.

Shen Quan, who was not far away, could not help himself. He suppressed his anger and shouted coldly: "You coward, you dare to ignore me?!"

What was going on today? First it was Jiang Zhige, and now an old man in a white robe dared to ignore him.

If he wasn't afraid of the old man in white robe's background, he would have beaten Jiang Zhige as well.

"Rat?"

The old man in white robe snorted lightly, and flicked his finger, sending a blue stream of light towards Shen Quan.

Phew!

The light instantly pierced Shen Quan's calf, causing him to wail in pain.

"Immortal, immortal."

The two gatekeepers and the manager of the Shen Mansion were stunned on the spot. Only the legendary immortal cultivators could use such means.

In the secular world, immortal cultivators are extremely rare, and each one of them can easily change the situation between the two countries.

Even if the current ruler of Dalin was here, he would have to respectfully call him immortal.

"Please spare my life, Immortal! Please spare my life, Immortal!"

"It's all Shen Quan's fault. He ordered all of this. We were forced into this situation!"

After coming to their senses, the two guards knelt down hurriedly and begged for mercy. The manager of the Shen residence did the same. Although he had no bad intentions from the beginning, he was a member of the Shen residence after all.

The people watching from afar were so excited that they all knelt down and called him an immortal.

"Immortal."

Jiang Zhige looked dazed. He glanced at Shen Quan who was wailing while covering his calf, and then looked at the people who were kneeling and saluting in the distance.

At this moment, he developed a strong yearning for cultivating immortals.

Jiang Zhige has always believed that he would not be a beggar all his life, and now, the way to change his destiny that he has always dreamed of is right before his eyes.

Jiang Zhige stood up despite the pain, walked to the old man in white robes, knelt down, and said in a trembling voice: "I am Jiang Zhige, I beg the immortal to accept me as his disciple!"

The people in the distance were full of ridicule. How dare a beggar ask an immortal to accept him as a disciple? If he wanted to accept disciples, he should definitely accept them first.

The old man in white robe smiled but said nothing. He walked around Jiang Zhige and came to Nangong Rou, saying, "Little girl, you are gifted and have an extraordinary physique. Are you willing to become a disciple of Tianyun Pavilion?"

Nangong Rou's face was dull. She pointed at herself and said, "Me? What about my brother?"

She didn't understand why it was her turn first when her brother was the first to ask to become his disciple.

The old man in white robe turned around and looked at Jiang Zhige, snorting coldly: "He? He has a very poor foundation, a bad temper, and is inflexible. He is not qualified to be my disciple!"

Jiang Zhige, who was still kneeling on the ground, had a buzzing head and was filled with incomprehension of the old man in white robe.

The old man in white robes had just praised him, so why was he now saying that he had a bad temper and was inflexible? "Grandpa, are you saying that I am the only one who can take you as my master?"

"You can, but he can't."

The old man in white robe stroked his white beard gently. He was not lying. Nangong Rou's talent for cultivation was indeed better than Jiang Zhige's.

Jiang Zhige's eyes were red, he clenched his fists tightly, and he felt like crying.

The six short words from the old man in white robe determined his life.

If he could not become an immortal, Jiang Zhige might become a beggar all his life, or he might starve to death one winter.

"Then I won't become your disciple!"

At this moment, Nangong Rou's voice woke Jiang Zhige up suddenly.

He stood up and looked at Nangong Rou, and said anxiously: "Rou'er, don't mess around. Do you know what it means to you to join the Immortal Sect?"

"I don't care, I just want my brother!"

Nangong Rou pouted her lips and looked at the old man in white robe with unkindness.

Seeing Jiang Zhige's extremely sad look, her gratitude towards the old man in white robe for saving her instantly disappeared.

"Brother, don't kneel to him! This stinky old man refuses to accept you as his apprentice, he must not be a good person!"

Now Nangong Rou didn't have any favorable feelings towards the old man in white robe. Her brother had even knelt down to become his disciple, but this old man didn't show any expression at all?

The people in the distance were dumbfounded. It was rare for an immortal to accept a disciple, but this little girl actually refused? She even called the immortal a stinky old man? The old man in white robes did not say anything, but smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Jiang Zhige could only pretend to be serious and said in a deep voice: "Rou'er! How can you be rude when the immortal comes to your rescue? You should be my disciple obediently. When you have made some progress in your studies, I will come to find you."

Nangong Rou couldn't bear to leave him, and he naturally couldn't bear to leave Nangong Rou either, but joining the immortal sect was a step to heaven, and Jiang Zhige couldn't afford to be indecisive.

Just as I thought before, as long as Nangong Rou can live, what is there to be reluctant about? "You are lying! Brother, you are lying! What do you mean by preferring to be a beggar than a slave, what do you mean by joining the immortal sect? Rou'er doesn't understand. Rou'er only wants brother!"

The first time she was scolded by Jiang Zhige, Nangong Rou burst into tears out of grievance.

What does it mean to her? She doesn't understand, and she doesn't want to understand.

As long as her brother stops being beaten and as long as she can stay with him, she is not afraid of how hard life will be in the future.

Jiang Zhige looked reluctant and wanted to say something but was interrupted by the old man in white robe.

"Forget it. If she doesn't want to, how can I force her?"

The old man in white robe didn't seem to be very disappointed. After he finished speaking, he stepped into the void and left.

"Farewell, Immortal!"

The people were shocked when they saw this, and they knelt down again and again in the direction the old man in white robe left.

Jiang Zhige's face turned pale. Not only did he miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but he even caused his sister to fail in becoming an immortal?

Just when he was feeling discouraged, the voice of the old man in white robe suddenly rang in his ears again.

"My dear friend, although I have not accepted you as my disciple, I am willing to give you a chance because I have a connection with you and your sister."