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In truth, regardless of whether Fei Changfang sincerely sought the Dao, getting him to cultivate was very simple.

All they had to do was force him into a dead end. Then, in order to avenge those who had taken his treasures from him, he would inevitably set foot upon the path of cultivation.

But Ling Qing would not do that. He was even unwilling to entertain the thought.

Iron Crutch Li and the others understood this principle as well, yet neither would they do it, nor were they willing to think of it.

There is affection among mortals; the Eight Immortals gather in brotherhood.

But once that affection turned into hatred, even if he succeeded in cultivation, could they truly still gather in brotherhood?

And who could say that what he became would not be a demon?

Those who acted in such a manner would likewise, over time, grow twisted and become demons.

"Fei Changfang, what is it that you cherish?" Ling Qing suddenly asked as the two were arguing.

"Of course it's my mother, Zhenniang, and our being able to live our days in peace," Fei Changfang said as though it were only natural.

"You said that you'd heard Iron Crutch Li and the others say you were one of the Eight Immortals no fewer than several hundred times.

Then you should know what the Eight Immortals signify, shouldn't you?" Ling Qing asked.

"It means you want me to become an immortal," Fei Changfang said heatedly.

"It is not that we want you to become an immortal. It is fate that has decreed you must become one. You cannot hide from it." Ling Qing paid no mind to his attitude.

Shaking his head, he said, "'When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility upon a man, it must