“Ster and his men are with Master Jiang in the Jingning Building arresting Jiang Rentian and his group, so I am the only one here.”
"The people here are weak, so I can take care of them by myself. Is there a problem?"
Wanyan Wenhe explained.
“Master Li, you should trust the Mysterious Bureau, trust me,” Wanyan continued.
"There's a saying that goes, 'The more you explain, the more you're trying to cover something up.' I won't hand the immortal over to you," Li Chengdao said calmly, tightly protecting the Broom Immortal behind him.
His intuition had saved him from many dangers many times, and now his intuition told him that if something was wrong, then something was definitely wrong.
He won't hand the immortal over to Wanyan!
Wanyan opened her eyes, her gaze sharp and filled with murderous intent, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet to freezing point.
This look in his eyes startled Li Chengdao; it was completely different from his previous expression.
“I originally intended to spare your life, after all, you are related to Jiang Yuan.”
“If you die, Jiang Yuan will definitely investigate and avenge you. I don’t want to confront such a high-ranking immortal right now; it won’t do me any good.”
"But you're a bit too clever, and too stubborn. If you were willing to obediently hand over Fu Xian to me, everyone would be happy. Unfortunately..."
Wanyan said coldly.
Unfortunately, Li Chengdao insisted on going his own way.
Since he is unwilling to hand over Fu Xian, the only option is to kill him and then take Fu Xian from him!
He didn't know what kind of immortal Jiang Yuan was, but judging from her performance and the fact that she could save ten thousand souls, she was definitely a high-ranking immortal.
"A high-ranking immortal?" Li Chengdao grasped the key point and was taken aback.
"Yes, the Master Jiang you mentioned is also an immortal, a high-ranking immortal with constant incense offerings!"
"How about that? Surprised? Heh, don't even mention you, I was surprised too after confirming this."
"A venerable immortal of noble status has actually come to the mortal world and become a fortune teller, trying to please those mortals and those idiots. He has truly lowered himself to the lowest level!"
"If I were a high-ranking immortal, I would certainly... certainly..."
Wanyan became more and more agitated as he spoke, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes, his hands clenched into fists.
If he were a high-ranking immortal, he certainly wouldn't fawn over those mortals like that.
What an honor it is to have a high-ranking immortal tell their fortune for just one thousand dollars!
A venerable immortal would tell fortunes for someone for a mere thousand dollars?
Even now, Wanyan still cannot fully accept this.
“No wonder Wu Shitong met such a fate for spying on Master Jiang, and no wonder Master Jiang is so powerful—she is a high-ranking immortal!” Li Chengdao exclaimed in surprise.
Peeping into the past and origins of an immortal only caused him to age rapidly, leaving him barely alive; this was already a mercy from the heavens.
Those are immortals, how could mortals like them possibly be able to fathom such things?
Master Jiang was very capable; he had long guessed that she was of extraordinary origin, but he never expected her to be an immortal, and a high-ranking one at that!
So, doesn't that mean he really got what he wanted and latched onto a powerful figure?
He even spent a few days cultivating alongside a high-ranking immortal!
If word gets out, his like-minded people will definitely envy him!
"Since you know that Jiang Yuan is an immortal, it means that you are also an immortal. But if you are an immortal, why don't you know what kind of immortal Jiang Yuan is?" The broom fairy, who was being protected behind Li Chengdao, regained some of her composure. Her little head peeked out from behind Li Chengdao and stared intently at Wanyan.
The high-ranking immortals are all very famous; you can tell what kind of immortal they are just by hearing their names.
If someone can sense that the other person is an immortal, there is only one possibility: they themselves are an immortal.
Only immortals can sense each other's immortal aura.
But if he is an immortal, why wouldn't he know what kind of immortal Jiang Yuan is?
Compared to the fact that Jiang Yuan was an immortal, the fact that Wanyan was also an immortal surprised Li Chengdao even more.
Is this young man also an immortal?
Wanyan's eyes turned as cold as ice, and his face instantly fell, as if he was very unhappy that others called him an immortal.
"Heh, heh, yes, I am an immortal, but an immortal abandoned by peace." Suddenly, Wanyan burst into laughter, the sound echoing throughout the laboratory.
After laughing for a long time, Wanyan finally stopped. He approached Li Chengdao step by step, while Li Chengdao protected the Broom Fairy and retreated step by step.
If Wanyan were a mortal, it would be fine, but he is also an immortal, so Li Chengdao is somewhat unsure.
He feared divine retribution for attacking an immortal.
Moreover, he could never be a match for an immortal!
"During the war, everyone needed me and tried to win me over. Wherever I went, misfortune would follow, bringing natural and man-made disasters and attracting monsters. At that time, there were so many people worshipping me, and I was once a high-ranking immortal. But later..."
"When the war ended, no one liked war anymore, no one liked misfortune, people forgot the benefits I brought them, people no longer worshipped me... Without incense offerings, I went from a high-ranking immortal to a low-ranking immortal, and in the end, I became nameless, and no one mentioned my existence anymore."
"I have been clinging to life until now, growing younger with each passing year. When my body becomes like that of a three- or four-year-old child, I will be replaced."
"I was clearly an immortal too, yet I ended up like this. It's all because of the injustice of Heaven!"
Wanyan's voice grew louder, and he became more and more excited as he spoke. His dark eyes suddenly turned scarlet and sharp, like sharp knives.
Back in the days of war, people, including emperors, groveled before him, kneeling and begging him to descend upon the enemy country.
Bring misfortune to the enemy country, let the enemy country experience natural and man-made disasters.
He agreed and went.
After the enemy country was afflicted with misfortune, they led their troops to attack the enemy country and easily seized and occupied its territory.
Everything is because of his existence, because of the existence of this cursed immortal.
At first, they called him a celestial being, offered him the best food and drink, and even erected a statue of him so that the people would kneel and worship him.
But later, as times changed, wars became less frequent, and those people began to clamor for peace.
In the decades that followed, that country saw a succession of emperors, who began signing peace treaties with other countries and living in harmony thereafter.
During those decades, no one paid tribute to him, and his power gradually diminished.
Later, a locust plague struck that country, and the people believed it was all because of this unlucky spirit that the locust plague had struck.
So the people smashed his statue.
They are prosperous today because of him, but they don't remember his kindness. Instead, they think he brought them bad luck and smashed his statue.
After that, he no longer sought refuge in that country, but went to other countries instead.
He revealed his identity to the emperors of other countries, demonstrating that he could help them seize more territory and trample other nations underfoot.
But those emperors all rejected him and drove him out of their own countries.
They said that every war consumes a lot of resources and manpower, and many people are displaced, separated from their families, and ultimately both sides suffer heavy losses. Peaceful coexistence is the best option.
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