Atop Longevity Mountain, beneath the Ginseng Fruit Tree.
Di Jun and Tai Yi, the two great Golden Crows.
Along with Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, and Li Mo, were all seated at the table.
Seeing this, Qing Feng and Ming Yue looked displeased and immediately grabbed Li Mo, hauling him to his feet.
"What are you doing? Why are you dragging me around? I'm a guest!" Li Mo furrowed his brow.
"You're nothing but a servant. What makes you think you're qualified to sit alongside the two Demon Emperors, Ancestor Zhen Yuanzi, and Ancestor Hong Yun? Get up at once!" Qing Feng said to Li Mo, lifting his little chin arrogantly.
Damn! Talk about looking down on people! Believe me, I could reveal that I'm sworn brothers with the two Demon Emperors and scare you half to death!
But I'm not going to. If I did, everyone would find out. I have to keep this secret. If things go south for the Demon Race, I'll make my escape.
Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun said nothing. They felt the attendants had a point.
Even Bi Fang, sitting nearby, nodded.
They were right. What sort of standing did the two Demon Emperors have? And what sort of standing did Li Mo have?
Even I, Bi Fang, a Golden Immortal at the peak of my cultivation, can't sit at the table. What makes you think you can?
Di Jun furrowed his brow. Why was Li Mo still thinking of making a run for it as soon as the timing was wrong?
Still, he had already promised Li Mo not to casually reveal that they were sworn brothers.
So he said, "Haha! Back at the Sun God Palace, Li Mo sat at the same table as us. There's no need for you two to be surprised, Daoist friends Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun. He's used to it by now, and so are we."
As soon as he said this, everyone present looked shocked.
No way!
What kind of person was he? He was already used to this?
Bi Fang drew in a sharp breath. He really had been blind to Li Mo's true worth.
Li Mo had two acquired-grade inferior spiritual treasures on him, after all.
They must have been bestowed on him by the two Demon Emperors. His status was clearly exceptional. Bi Fang would have to curry favor with him from now on.
Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, meanwhile, didn't find anything strange about it.
After they had exchanged toasts and downed three rounds, Di Jun spoke up. "Daoist friends Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun! I didn't travel across the primordial world this time without a purpose."
"Oh? And what purpose might that be, Daoist friend?" Zhen Yuanzi asked.
"Since we've come to Longevity Mountain, we naturally hope to invite you both to join the Heavenly Court!"
At this, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun were both taken aback.
Those two probably won't agree. It's enough to be on good terms with them. There's no need to pull them into the Heavenly Court.
Li Mo knew that when the Three Sects were established in the future, neither Hong Yun nor Zhen Yuanzi would join any of them.
There was no way the Three Sects wouldn't invite them!
As for the Heavenly Court later controlled by Hao Tian, Zhen Yuanzi would think even less of it.
So the best outcome this time was simply to become friends with them.
Sure enough, things went just as Li Mo had expected.
The two exchanged a glance, then shook their heads together.
"To be honest, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Daoist friend Di Jun. I'm unwilling to join," Zhen Yuanzi said, cupping his hands in an apologetic gesture.
"I'm unwilling, too! I've always been a carefree wanderer. I don't want to be bound, and I have little interest in fighting for supremacy over the primordial world." Hong Yun shook his head.
"Daoist friends, we helped you recover the Ginseng Fruit!" Tai Yi snapped, his temper flaring. After taking a few drinks, he slammed his fist on the table.
The bowls and dishes flew up, leaving the table in utter disarray.
At this, Zhen Yuanzi didn't get angry. It was only natural that the other party would be a little heated.
They had helped him recover the Ginseng Fruit, so he naturally couldn't blame them.
He hurriedly said, "Please, don't be upset. Although we're unwilling to join the Heavenly Court, after this, we can still be friends."
"If either of you ever needs help, just ask. I, Zhen Yuanzi, won't refuse."
"Same here!" Hong Yun raised his cup and drained it.
Good grief! Zhen Yuanzi's practically bending over backward for them!
He can't even bring himself to offer us a Ginseng Fruit as a treat. Qing Feng and Ming Yue were right—he really is stingy.
Li Mo grumbled to himself.
He spoke up at once. "In that case, why don't you bring out some Ginseng Fruits for us to try, Immortal Zhen Yuanzi? I've heard they bloom once every three thousand years and bear fruit after another three thousand. The fruits only ripen after a further three thousand years, and once they're ripe, one has to wait another ten thousand years."
"Just smelling one adds three hundred and sixty years to your life, while eating one adds forty-seven thousand years! Bring some out so we can see whether that's true!"
At this, Zhen Yuanzi froze.
There were five people at the table! One for each of them meant five fruits.
The tree had borne thirty in total. Bi Fang had eaten one, leaving twenty-nine.
There were still ten fruits left over from the previous harvest.
By his count, he had thirty-nine altogether.
If he brought them out this once, he'd be down five right away.
His heart already ached at the thought, even before he'd taken any out.
But since Li Mo had asked, how could he refuse?
"Exactly! Zhen Yuanzi, hurry up and bring a few out for us to try, so Daoist friends Di Jun and Tai Yi can see for themselves." Hong Yun grinned. He'd finally found an opportunity. He wondered how many this old miser would bring out.
Zhen Yuanzi's mouth twitched!
Hong Yun, you're amazing! What a perfect assist. Now that you've said that, he can't possibly give everyone just one.
Let's see how I can screw you over!
Li Mo somehow pulled a huge platter out of nowhere.
Calling it a platter was generous; it looked more like an iron wok.
With a bang, he set it on the table and said, "Immortal Zhen Yuanzi doesn't seem like a stingy person at all. I was going to use a small platter, but I worried you'd think I was looking down on you, so in the end, I decided a big one would be better!"
At the sight of the platter, Zhen Yuanzi's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
He'd never imagined Li Mo would pull a stunt like this!
A small platter would've been fine! I wouldn't have minded!
Bi Fang's mouth went dry.
The platter was so big that even if they put all thirty Ginseng Fruits in it, it wouldn't be full.
Di Jun kept his expression composed, but when he saw Zhen Yuanzi's face, he could barely stop himself from bursting out laughing.
In the end, Zhen Yuanzi brought out fifteen Ginseng Fruits with a pained expression and placed them on the platter.
He felt as if his heart were bleeding.
"Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, you're so generous! I'll drink to you!"
As he spoke, Li Mo poured himself a cup of wine and downed it in one go. With his other hand, he picked up a Ginseng Fruit and gobbled it down in two bites.
His ravenous way of eating made even Zhen Yuanzi feel uncomfortable.
"This really is a fine treasure. The Ginseng Fruit truly deserves its place among the Ten Great Innate Supreme Spiritual Roots!" Tai Yi said in satisfaction after eating one.
He felt spiritual energy beginning to surge through his body. If he weren't already at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, he might have broken through on the spot.
"It's just a pity that our cultivation has reached its peak, with no way to advance further." Di Jun shook his head.
"The second sermon will take place in a while. After the next three-thousand-year sermon, one can attain the Quasi-Saint realm," Zhen Yuanzi said.
Tch! So what if you become a Quasi-Saint?
All it takes is Severing the Three Corpses—severing the good, evil, and obsessive corpses!
Entrust the Three Corpses to spiritual treasures. Sever just one, and you can become a Quasi-Saint.
Sever all three, and you can reach the late Quasi-Saint stage. Once your strength has accumulated to its peak, use a suitable method to attain sainthood.
Di Jun's mind was instantly swept by a storm of shock.
He was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal at the peak of his cultivation, with no idea how to advance!
And Li Mo had just laid it all out so simply? From the sound of it, it was even a direct path to sainthood!
He looked at Li Mo in alarm.
With him around, I'm sure to change the course of the primordial world!
The Witch Clan and Demon Race wiping each other out? This Emperor will make sure the Witch Clan is utterly destroyed!
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