"Heh, hehe, Dao Ancestor..."
The mountain gods looked at one another, their expressions somewhat awkward. The earth veins could not be disturbed recklessly—if they were damaged, the primordial chaos beyond the heavens could directly surge in through them.
"Forget it. I won't pursue the matter."
Chen Xun waved a hand casually. These mountain gods had not read much and had seen even less, so he could not be bothered to make things difficult for them. "I'll pass down an immortal art to you. This is the special skill Old Bull and I used to make our way in the world. It has never been taught to outsiders."
"Moo!" Black Bull raised his head. If this were not such a major matter, he would never have returned from Yin-Yang Mountain.
"Thank you, Dao Ancestor, for imparting the Dao!"
"We bow in thanks to the Dao Ancestor~~~!"
The mountain gods wept with gratitude, prostrating themselves upon the immortal platform. Chen Xun's eyes widened slightly, and that feeling rose up again—
The feeling that they were about to send him off!
"Damn it... they're this professional. If they received a little more teaching, wouldn't they soar straight to the heavens?!" Chen Xun muttered, a trace of shock actually appearing in his eyes.
Black Bull turned his head, wisdom gleaming in his gaze. He snorted fiercely through his nostrils and gave Chen Xun an approving look.
These little mountain gods would absolutely have funeral mourning, ritual services, and burial arrangements all handled in one seamless package.
"Good!"
Chen Xun abruptly slapped the stone chair, as though he had made some sort of decision. "This immortal art is the peerless skill that allowed Old Bull and me to earn a full meal back in the day. I hope you will carry it forward throughout