Thus, under such harsh conditions for its birth, immortal ginseng was exceedingly precious—let alone one of immortal grade. A single stalk of immortal ginseng like this was enough to drive those alchemists mad.
"Many thanks, Senior. Exterminating evil and defending the Dao is the duty of cultivators like us."
Ye Lin put away the immortal ginseng and said with a righteous expression. Something this precious was not to be refused for nothing; besides, rejecting it might very well displease the mighty expert before him.
If someone was determined to give you something, refusing it could instead make them unhappy.
So blindly refusing was not always the right choice. Sometimes, what ought to be accepted had to be accepted.
"Well said. Exterminating evil and defending the Dao—back then, this old man was just like you, filled with righteous spirit. That was why I founded the Dao Heaven Sect, its name meaning to act on Heaven's behalf."
"This old man sees that your injuries have nearly healed. Does this young friend have somewhere to go?"
Here it came.
The moment he heard that, joy rose in Ye Lin's heart. Here it came—this was exactly the line he had been waiting for.
Everything was proceeding according to his plan.
"Reporting to Senior, this junior is but a Rogue Cultivator, without sect or school. Back then, by chance, I encountered Senior Sister Bai and the giant demon."
"And then I ended up here."
Ye Lin wore a face of grief. In any world, Rogue Cultivators were the most pitiful of all; saying they fought stray dogs for scraps would not be an exaggeration.
The major sects controlled vast amounts of cultivation resources. Wherever you passed, there was a chance it was the territory of some sect. If you discovered any heavenly treasure or earthly