"..."
The old man fell silent, seemingly having never expected Qu Shi to say such a thing.
After a moment of silence, the old man spoke again. "All I have left is this remnant body. I have no treasures on me at all."
"What about scriptures?"
"My scriptures are unsuitable for your cultivation."
"There are no scriptures unsuitable for my cultivation."
"..."
The old man felt at a loss for words. This was the first time he had encountered someone so arrogant.
One had to know that the essence of every scripture and cultivation art was an evolution of the Great Dao.
Every cultivator who became immortal possessed their own Great Dao.
Forcibly cultivating a scripture unsuited to one's own Great Dao was no different from asking a mortal to patch up the heavens.
"If I give you the scripture, what if you turn around and leave?" the old man asked.
"Do I look like that kind of person?"
"Anyway, you don't look like a good sort."
"..."
Qu Shi clenched the immortal sword in her hand, gritting her teeth as though she wanted to split the old man apart with a single stroke.
"Once you help me kill the Peach Grove's will, I'll give you both the scripture and the peaches. How about it?" the old man asked.
Qu Shi pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"I will make my move and strike with all my strength at the Peach Grove consciousness I have suppressed. It will not dare divide its attention and will certainly have to respond with all its strength. Seize that chance and use the Vermilion Bird Clan's immortal sword to deliver it a fatal blow."
As the old man spoke, the great boulder beneath him seemed to come alive, blooming with dazzling Immortal Light.
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