Xiqi,
Ji Fa looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, frowning and saying, "Why is the number of immortals not increasing lately, but decreasing instead?"
Jiang Ziya shook his head. "This old subject does not know the reason either. Recently, people always run over to say their Dao hearts are not firm enough, abandoning the pursuit of the immortal path, and then directly bid farewell to me and leave."
Ji Dan said, "This is also not strange. Immortals only need to drink the wind and swallow the dew to sustain life, thin robes across the four seasons can also withstand cold and heat, and staying in the wild without fear of beast or venomous insect attacks.
Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation brought by money cannot cause any restriction to immortals, and no matter how beautiful a beauty is, she cannot keep her youth forever, similarly failing to attract them.
Once they rekindle their determination to pursue the immortal Dao, the things we can give are really very little."
Ji Fa also let out a sigh.
Jiang Ziya remained silent. At the very beginning, Jiang Ziya still had some thoughts about human wealth and nobility, but after experiencing mortal matters more and more, that kind of thought faded away.
Power? He got to be a prime minister of a state. Wealth? He controlled all the money and grain mobilization of Xiqi. Beauties? He had not met any, though he did run into a sixty-something maiden.
Now what kept him going was the grand undertaking of the Investiture of the Gods, thinking in his heart that since his master said he had no gateway to the immortal Dao, he would walk the divine Dao.
He wielded the Investiture of the Gods List, and when the time came, he would bestow upon