Xu Fu knelt before Jiang Hao and prayed devoutly. Why did he believe Jiang Hao's words? The reason was simple: Jiang Hao had sold the lie perfectly.
The moment he appeared, Jiang Hao had resolved the fleet's life-or-death crisis. With a battle song, he had sung the demon sharks into unconsciousness. Like a savior, he had pulled them from danger, and the strength he displayed was shocking.
After boarding the ship, Jiang Hao released the aura of a Holy Dragon Priest. That could not be faked, and Xu Fu had already concluded that Jiang Hao was a Holy Dragon Priest of the beastman holy altar, one of the highest-ranking beings on the continent.
Throughout their conversation, Jiang Hao had acted superior in every way. With a single remark, he identified Xu Fu and the others' origins, then fabricated an elusive and mysterious master. After that, he mentioned the Elixir of Immortality and cultivators from the overseas Immortal Island, every word striking straight at Xu Fu's heart.
Then, a cultivation technique completely won Xu Fu over.
Seeking immortality had been Xu Fu's obsession. He had pursued it for so many years without success, and today he had finally seen a glimmer of hope. Even if it was merely a straw to clutch at, he would seize it tightly.
Jiang Hao's series of moves had directly brainwashed Xu Fu. It was like someone desperate to get rich overnight being offered an ultra-profitable P2P investment scheme by Jiang Hao: invest one hundred thousand today, and in a few years it would become ten million. Wine and women clouded the eyes, wealth stirred the heart. Xu Fu thirsted for it, so naturally he took the bait easily.
Jiang Hao shook his head and said flatly, "As a Holy Dragon Priest, do you think I