Bighead stared at the scene, dumbfounded.
Senior Chen really was silver-tongued... Every word he spoke was a gem, and he quoted classics with effortless ease. Just how vast was his knowledge? Even the merchant's eyes had filled with admiration, yet he still held firm to his trade's bottom line and kept his Dao heart, refusing to add those twenty extra coins.
As they left, Chen Xun was still grumbling. "Damn it, the trickiest cultivators on the Immortal Dao are still the ones who do business. Their Dao hearts are as unshakable as any in history!"
"Moo, moo~~"
"Heh, heh-heh, Senior Chen, thank you."
"Rent a cave abode, buy some materials, and reforge your magical treasures."
Chen Xun waved a hand casually. "Old Bull and I will look around first. We'll know where to find you later."
"Mm, all right." Bighead had no doubts.
Then he hurried off to rent a cave abode, while Chen Xun and Black Bull wandered around, looking at all the novel things on display.
Fifty years later.
They went out to sea again to hunt demons. Bighead's collection of magical treasures grew with each trip, and he became wealthier and wealthier. He didn't strike it rich like those powerful cultivators who went out to sea, but it was more than enough for him—enough to turn his Immortal Dao path upside down.
They spent a whole millennium simply going back and forth to hunt demons.
One day.
He emptied his entire purse, all to complete his Spiritual Root.
Bighead was both delighted and despairing. The sight made Chen Xun laugh. Holy crap...
A year later.
Bighead eagerly set out to sea once more. This time, he meant to earn enough for a Boundary-Breaking Pill.
But on this trip...
Chen Xun suddenly said, "Bighead, we have some matters