Wisdom King Fire, Walking Through the Ghostly Realm
Lu Ping looked at Little A several times, somewhat doubting his own eyes.
Is this still my Little A?
Shouldn't Little B have gotten such a pretentious script?
However, Little B's approach seems to have a touch of wicked humor.
As for Little C, Lu Ping suspected that he had indeed been spiritually corrupted when the middle-aged man Soul Search was practicing Evil Cultivator.
Therefore, Lu Ping chose B.
[You walked to the stone wall and found a comfortable position to lie down.]
[You activated the Formless Myriad-Breath Cloak, not only suppressing your cultivation level back to the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, but also simulating being severely injured like them.]
Even the tattered clothes and bloodstains on their bodies looked just like the real thing.
[The formless myriad breaths are the myriad forms and shapes; truly powerful.]
[Half an hour later, Wuming was the first to wake up.]
He leaned against the stone wall to stand up and shook his head.
He looked towards the center of the cave.
The middle-aged man and the flock of Fire Crows had both disappeared.
[Only a pool of ashes remained on the ground, along with the middle-aged man's Storage Bag.]
[Wuming flicked the Wooden Prayer Beads, looked around, and then scanned the pile of ashes with his Divine Sense.]
"What a powerful Fire Element Cultivation Method! Is any senior passing by?"
He muttered a Buddhist chant under his breath, seemingly convinced that some passing master had exorcised the demon.
[Wuming turned around, first walking to the Sword Cultivator and the staff cultivator, feeding each of them a Pills, and then channeling his Spiritual Power into them.]
[The two woke up one after the other.]
The Sword Cultivator touched the wound on his chest and looked around.
"What about those Evil Cultivators?"
"He's dead. He was probably killed by a powerful senior who happened to be passing by."
[Wuming pointed to the ashes on the ground.]
[The staff-wielding cultivator stood up, his gaze sweeping across the cave before finally settling on you.]
[You are still lying by the stone wall, barely breathing.]
The staff-wielding cultivator and the Sword Cultivator exchanged a glance, their eyes simultaneously gleaming with greed.
"Master, this Fellow Daoist Li is severely injured; I'm afraid he won't survive."
[The man with the iron rod walks towards you.]
"Why don't we escort him on his way, so he won't suffer?"
[Wuming took a step forward, blocking the path of the staff-wielding cultivator.]
He's still breathing.
[The Sword Cultivator drew his flying sword and walked to the staff-wielding cultivator's side.]
"Master, we understand your compassion."
"But this kid is just a Rogue Cultivator, yet he can casually pull out a high-grade Rejuvenation Pill. He definitely has a lot of good stuff on him."
"If he were alive, he would get a share of the spoils. Now that he's dead, it's all ours."
[Wuming flicked the Wooden Prayer Beads, and the golden bowl reappeared in his palm.]
"As I have said, every encounter is a matter of fate. Now that he has joined the group, I will protect him."
[Options pop up.]
[A: Continue to play dead and watch the show.]
[B: Tiny ants, scattered, all scattered...]
[C: Turns over, muttering, "Don't make a sound, I still have a bottle of premium Yellow Fang Pills left to finish."]
The show has just begun, what's the rush?
Lu Ping chose A.
[You chose A.]
[You remain lying there, looking as if you're still unconscious.]
["Companion?"]
The Sword Cultivator scoffed, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Master, did you forget your brain before you left home? In this world, there are only dead people and the resources that allow you to survive!"
[The roller repairman sneered.]
"Master Wuming, since you're going to protect this useless Alchemist you just met by chance..."
"Then you can go with this piece of trash. We'll kill you, and then we'll split what's in this cave."
[The two attacked simultaneously.]
[Wuming already suffered significant damage in the previous fight with the middle-aged man, Wuming's injuries were more severe than the two men's. Now, fighting two against one, he quickly found himself at a disadvantage.]
[The iron rod struck the golden bowl, Wuming to stagger backward.]
[The Sword Cultivator's flying sword seized the opportunity to pierce Wuming's monk's robe, leaving a bloody gash under his ribs.]
[Wuming retreats in front of you, blocking their attacks.]
[You listen to the sound of fighting in your ears and feel a little emotional.]
This is the true world of cultivation.
One second they can fight side by side, the next they can turn against each other for personal gain.
[As Wuming current disciple of Great Forest Temple, this is perhaps the first lesson his sect wants him to learn.]
[The staff-wielder leaped high into the air, his iron staff whistling through the air as it struck Wuming on the head.]
"You bald monk, die!"
[Options pop up.]
[A: Pretend to wake up and use your Foundation Establishment to deal with them.]
[B: Tiny ants, scattered, all scattered...]
[C: He sat up abruptly, pulled out a mountain of Forty Million Spirit Stones from his Storage Ring, and smashed them to death.]
Little A, you're addicted to acting, aren't you?
When it's time to show off and then get humiliated, you naturally have to be as cool as possible.
Little B, it's your turn.
Lu Ping chose B.
[You chose B.]
[You merely opened your eyes, and an immense pressure spread out.]
The staff-wielding cultivator in mid-air, and the Sword Cultivator Sword Art, both froze simultaneously.
They didn't even have time to scream.
[Puff...]
[Puff...]
[Two muffled thuds.]
[The two bodies exploded in mid-air, turning into two clouds of blood mist.]
Blood splattered on the stone wall, trickling down the rock's texture.
[Wuming, holding the golden bowl, remained in a defensive stance, frozen in place.]
[He looked at the blood mist filling the sky, then turned to look at you lying on the ground.]
You slowly sat up and brushed the dust off your robe.
[The aura emanating from his body rose steadily from the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, eventually settling at the Nascent Soul Realm.]
[Wuming glanced at the two dissipating wisps of blood mist, then at you, completely unharmed.]
[After a moment, he put away the golden bowl, walked up to you, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.]
"This junior, Wuming, greets the senior."
[Looking at his shiny bald head, you asked casually,]
"Traveling with such a person nearly cost you your life. Do you feel any remorse?"
"Having been deceived by me all this time, like a monkey being played with, do you harbor any resentment?"
[Wuming straightens up and looks directly into your eyes.]
"All beings suffer, and greed is the greatest cause. They die because of greed; this is their consequence."
"Whether you are at the Foundation Establishment or the Nascent Soul is a matter of your appearance."
"The senior killed the wicked to save this poor monk. This poor monk does not question the heart, but only the actions."
[Wuming flicked the Wooden Prayer Beads.]
"The Wisdom King Fire travels among the Ghostly Realm. This poor monk has no regrets, nor any resentment."
[After listening, you couldn't help but admire it in your heart.]
[Truly worthy of being a disciple of Great Forest Temple, such profound understanding of Buddhist teachings and such State of Mind.]
[No wonder he was able to form Golden Core; he even dared to chase after Nascent Soul cultivators to rescue people in the future.]
[You withdraw your Nascent Soul aura pressure.]
"I do indeed have some kind of karmic connection with the master."
"However, I have come to see you today because I have a favor to ask."