An Invitation from the Extremely Evil Old Immortal

On a mountain road winding through green hills and clear streams, Wang Zhifan rode slowly atop his Crimson Deer Horse, drinking local wine he had bought and listening to music from his portable speaker.

Half a month had passed since he arrived in this world. During that time, he felt as though he had begun to touch the Great Freedom Mind Realm. The insight he needed for a breakthrough seemed as if it might come at any moment.

Suddenly, two figures descended from the sky onto the road ahead, blocking his way. They were young cultivators in flowing robes.

They had arrived on flying swords at astonishing speed. The moment they landed, one of them cupped his hands with a smile and addressed Wang Zhifan:

"Sir, please wait! Our master invites you to his abode for a talk!"

"I'm not interested. Go back."

Wang Zhifan answered from the Crimson Deer Horse's back without a second thought. He had no intention of accepting.

In fact, this was not the first time someone had invited him to visit. Some were ordinary people, acting out of hospitality or with ulterior motives. Others were cultivators who had noticed his strength and wanted to make his acquaintance. He had turned them all down.

The reason was simple. He was immersed in his pursuit of the Great Freedom Mind Realm and had no desire to spend much time talking with the locals. Mundane affairs would only interfere with the insight he sought.

His attitude plainly displeased the two young cultivators. The smile on the first man's face stiffened. His companion dropped all pretense of courtesy and said coldly to Wang Zhifan:

"Don't be ungrateful! Our master is an elder of the Violet Dawn Immortal Sect! An invitation from him is a blessing you've spent your whole