In the pit, the Weasel Spirit was laughing loudly.
Yuan Qi and Gongyang Dong had heard many tales of spirits over the years, good and bad alike. They had even seen Hellish Evil Ghosts, but this was their first time witnessing a spirit beast with their own eyes. It was somewhat different from the supernatural creatures of legend.
That was right—Huang Cao was merely a spirit creature, unable to take human form, and his magical power was weak.
Perhaps from spending years among villages and market towns, he had picked up human speech through constant exposure.
"This isn't an immortal mountain at all. Otherwise, the two of you would never have found the mountain gate. Of course, in mortal eyes, it's no different from an immortal mountain."
After speaking, Huang Cao coiled his long tail and sat on the ground like a person.
"Are you two looking for a Cultivation Sect, or are you truly looking for an immortal mountain? Didn't you ask around carefully?"
"Th-this... is there a difference?"
"Of course there is. Listen while I explain..."
The Weasel Spirit turned into a storyteller, swaying his head as he detailed the differences between mortal Cultivation Sects and Immortal's Cave Dwellings. Much of it was hearsay, but it was not too far from the truth.
After listening intently for half the day, the two young men finally understood. Not everyone who knew spells was an immortal. They should not have come to these mortal sects to report the problem with the Hell Rift—they ought to have sought places where immortals lived. Yet the thought of all that wasted time made them miserable.
"Damn it! They wouldn't even listen to an explanation! So they weren't immortals after all!"
Gongyang Dong fumed.
The bored Huang Cao immediately grew interested.
"Gaga~ Were those