At his words, the old man's mouth twitched wildly.
He had lived for nearly a thousand years and seen countless prodigies.
Some were arrogant, some humble, some vicious.
But this sort of shameless rascal who had fallen into a money pit was something he had never seen before!
Was this really an immortal cultivator? He was practically a rogue from a mortal marketplace!
But...
What left the old man even more speechless was that this brat's tone, mannerisms, and even that insatiable greed of his looked exactly like his long-dead master.
Back when his master had taught him, he had also kept "no money, no deal" on his lips.
"Like... too much alike..."
Looking at Ye Xingchen's outstretched hand, the old man seemed, in a daze, to see that old Daoist from centuries ago, always grinning lewdly.
"Hey!"
The old man laughed in fury and slammed his withered palm fiercely through the air.
"You want benefits? Fine! This old man will give them to you!"
"As long as you can take them, the entire First Saint Sect and the entire Profound Heaven Continent will be yours!"
Ye Xingchen rolled his eyes so hard that his pupils nearly flipped over.
"Old man, that's enough."
He waved a hand in front of his nose as if driving away some foul smell.
"Even bragging needs to follow basic principles. The First Saint Sect? The Profound Heaven Continent? Why not say you'll fly up and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?"
Who didn't know how to draw a big pie in the sky?
The pies his boss had drawn for him in his previous life were enough to stuff him to death in his next one.
If Ye Xingchen believed such empty promises, then all the rice he had eaten over the past