State Poor, Farewell!

Inside the quiet chamber of the immortal vessel.

High Venerable Zhengyang looked at Chu Sheng, who had his eyes closed in meditation. After hesitating for a long while, he could not help but ask.

"Elder, do you still remember how, back in the Divine Ruins Ancient Land, the two of us slept head to head and discussed the Dao through the night?"

"At the time, you said that once I too stepped into the Half-Step Immortal realm and stood at the same cultivation level as you, we would become sworn brothers of different surnames?"

Hearing this, Chu Sheng abruptly opened his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

What the hell was this supposed to mean?

He froze for several seconds before finally understanding.

Linglong had erased their memories back then, but blank memories had to be filled with something.

It seemed Linglong had casually altered their memories, making High Venerable Zhengyang indulge in this kind of beautiful dream.

Sworn brothers, my ass.

Of all the sworn brotherhoods he knew of, not one had ended well.

The Liangshan 108 Generals became sworn brothers, and in the end, some died while others scattered.

Zhi Zun Bao and the Bull Devil King became sworn brothers, only to turn against each other in bitter enmity.

Chu Sheng glanced at him and said blandly, "We can discuss it when you are capable of reaching my cultivation level."

"Ah!?" High Venerable Zhengyang was completely dumbfounded.

Reach Chu Sheng's cultivation level?

He estimated that after another hundred years of bitter cultivation, he would more or less reach the Half-Step Immortal Double realm.

But with Chu Sheng's cultivation speed, a hundred years from now, Chu Sheng might have already broken through the immortal gate and become a true immortal.

Wasn't that clearly saying there was no chance...

Sure