This Immortal's Mouth Was Filthy

This Immortal's Mouth Is Really Filthy

Windward City, under the setting yellow sun.

Chen Qiu in a coarse linen garment gazed in a daze at the city gate not far away. A sect called the "Sky-Blasting Gang" was widely recruiting disciples there, and a chubby man claiming to be an outer sect elder was holding a wooden megaphone and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"The annual Sky-Blasting Gang disciple recruitment convention has begun!"

"Don't miss it as you walk on by!"

"The day of ascending to immortality is right now!"

"Just join the sect and instantly receive 100 copper cash!"

His name was Chen Qiu, having transmigrated not long ago.

Today was the thirty-first day since his transmigration. After bitterly chopping wood for thirty days, he had finally saved up over two thousand copper cash in his pocket, allowing him to barely rent a small house of his own in this strange city.

Wood-chopping was hard labor.

The hiring master specifically named "Ironwood". This kind of tree was extremely hard and arduous to hack and chop, and the areas where these trees grew were all monopolized by local bullies. Wanting to chop wood in their territory required paying an entrance fee.

He had spent a full twenty-nine days, only able to scrap with villagers in small corners the local bullies didn't care about for scattered growths of Ironwood, harvesting only a dozen or so cash daily, not even enough for food and warmth.

He was somewhat dull and truly couldn't learn wood-chopping.

Fortunately on the thirtieth day, he learned person-chopping.

Only then did he harvest a small profit.

Given that business opened yesterday and his mood today was quite good, he took a day off for himself, spent 300 cash to rent a small house, wandered aimlessly about during the day, and spent dozens of cash to buy some braised pig's head meat, peanuts, and half a catty of burning blade liquor, preparing to return to his room to celebrate properly.

Resting for a day today, chopping wood again tomorrow.

He was looking forward to this big meal; this was the most sumptuous dinner he had ever had since transmigrating.

It seemed like only a small step.

Yet it represented a huge step in his footing within this strange world.

Along the way his mood was quite good. Hearing that a theatre troupe from the Capital City was about to enter the city, he even came over specifically to watch the bustle. Before this, his mood had always been very good, right until he heard the three words "Sky-Blasting Gang".

He began to feel somewhat dazed.

This somewhat familiar sense of unfamiliarity gave him the illusion that maybe he hadn't transmigrated, but had fallen asleep instead.

There were immortals in this world, he knew.

But he rarely had the thought of going out to cultivate immortality; he just wanted to survive. If his demands could be a bit extravagant, that would be braised pig's head meat at every meal, and chopping people without ever getting caught. After all, even food and warmth were difficult, how could he dare to cultivate immortality?

And the class of this "Sky-Blasting Gang" sect felt too low to him. To be an outer sect elder at least, an immortal, how could he holler as vulgarly as a merchant?

The surrounding people basically gave a rough glance and passed by. After so long, not a single person stopped and stayed. Could the people of this world have such low desires for cultivating immortality?

Chen Qiu shook his head and didn't stay long here. Perhaps it was just a coincidence of names. At this moment, the theatre troupe also made a grand entrance into the city surrounded by a swarming crowd.

The status of actors in this world was not high.

Yet that couldn't stop this theatre troupe from having a famous head-singer from the Capital City who only sold her art and not her body. It was rumored that a high-ranking Capital City official once offered 3 spirit stones to buy a night of spring nights and was politely refused. Naturally, countless people wanted to come and see what this woman worth 3 spirit stones looked like.

He stood on tiptoe and took a look. It was alright too; it seemed the people of this world hadn't eaten anything good either.

After watching the bustle, Chen Qiu didn't linger any further, instead turning directly and walking toward the inner city.

Right at this moment—

Perhaps because he had stayed too long, or because he was moving upstream against the crowd, the outer sect elder of the "Sky-Blasting Gang" who was shouting noticed him, let out a loud roar, and ran rapidly toward him.

"Fellow daoist, stay your steps!"

"..."

The corners of Chen Qiu's mouth twitched slightly. Carrying the oil-paper-wrapped braised pig's head meat and the porcelain bottle of burning blade liquor in his hands, he turned around and walked away without the slightest hesitation.

"Fellow daoist, please stay."

The voice behind him also grew larger and larger.

The strides of his feet also grew wider and wider.

Yet after all he was an immortal, and still ran faster than him. Soon he ran panting in front of him, put his hands on his hips, panted heavily, and angrily said, "What kind of nonsense were you running from?"

This immortal's mouth was really filthy.

Since he couldn't outrun him, Chen Qiu stopped struggling. Instead, changing his expression to one of panic and trembling, he bowed with cupped hands and said carefully, "Immortal, forgive me. This humble person didn't know just now that the immortal was actually calling me. Does the immortal have any instructions?"

Only in a place where the man couldn't see, his brow furrowed slightly.

This was an immortal?

An immortal running these few steps could run himself to the point of panting? Then this immortal was too trashy!

"Don't play the fool!"

The chubby man pointed at Chen Qiu's nose and cursed angrily, "I am the outer sect elder of the 'Sky-Blasting Gang', responsible for recruiting disciples in Windward City. Do you want to cultivate immortality, yes or no?"

A vulgar and physically weak immortal.

It looked like he could be hacked to death with two strokes.

Chen Qiu instinctively touched the wood-chopping knife inside his bosom, but his expression still respectfully straightened his body and explained, "Reporting to the immortal, since childhood I have lacked the aptitude for cultivating immortality, so I have never thought of stepping onto the path of seeking immortality."

"Forget it, never mind."

After the man puffed and panted a few times, just as he was about to speak, his expression gradually turned strange: "Bro, what did you just say? Cultivating immortality aptitude?"

Chen Qiu was slightly startled, momentarily not knowing how to reply. Were the immortals in this world so approachable? Using the word 'bro' when talking to mortals?

Although somewhat puzzled, he still spoke out instinctively: "Yes."

"Hahahahahahaha!!"

Hearing this, the chubby man covered in false sweat wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, snatched the braised pig's head meat Chen Qiu was holding in his hand, tore open the oil paper without caring about his image, and chewed on it with a rather excited expression: "Very good, very good!"

"..."

Yet what the man didn't see was.

Chen Qiu's expression had already turned cold to the naked eye. This braised pig's head meat was something he had looked forward to for a full month, and it was very likely the happiest thing since his transmigration. Everything he did today was in preparation to better enjoy this braised pig's head meat.

And now.

His braised pig's head meat was snatched away just like that by the fat-headed and brain-eared man in front of him. This hatred far exceeded the hatred of having one's wife stolen.

Chen Qiu glanced around. Because a theatre troupe entered the city today, the city gate was crowded with people watching the bustle. Heads were bobbing at the moment, and there were quite a few government soldiers responsible for maintaining order; it was not a good place to make a move.

Not far away was a bamboo forest, where people could barely be chopped.

Right when he had already started calculating how to make the cut in his heart, this man contentedly wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth: "Eighty for a big hammer, how much for a small hammer?"

"..."

Chen Qiu was stunned on the spot, a trace of disbelief flashing in his eyes. He fucking thought he had transmigrated alone, but it turned out to be a group transmigration!

After a moment of hesitation.

"Forty?"

"Court jade liquid wine, what is the next line?"

"One hundred and eighty a cup."

"Good brother." The chubby man contentedly put his arm around Chen Qiu's shoulders, turned around and led Chen Qiu to his stall to pack up his "Sky-Blasting Gang" flag, and then brought Chen Qiu into the bamboo forest not far away.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Fat Dragon. When I was in Blue Star, I was a startup company boss. What is brother's name?"

"My name is Chen Qiu. When I was in Blue Star... I was a freelancer."

Chen Qiu nodded thoughtfully, roughly forming a preliminary understanding of the fat man before him. A startup company was more or less a company hovering on the verge of bankruptcy.

Finances were all outsourced, and social security was never paid.

Saturdays were guaranteed no rest, and Sundays rest was not guaranteed.

Employees filed lawsuits in the front, and the company went bankrupt in the back.

"But are you sure your name is Fat Dragon? Does Blue Star have this surname?"

"No."

Fat Dragon shook his head quite affirmatively: "I gave myself this name. When going out, one's identity must be given by oneself. How difficult is it to recruit disciples now? If you don't give yourself a resounding name, who will hang out with you?"

"The story I made up for myself is that when I was born, there were auspicious anomalies in the sky, and a Five-Clawed Fat Dragon circled in the air nine times before drilling into my body, proving that one day I will soar across the world like a dragon!"

"You can even find a note inside a fish, so having a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon when born is quite reasonable, right?"

After Fat Dragon took a deep breath, he casually took the burning blade liquor from Chen Qiu's hand, drank it down in one gulp, and then let out a satisfied burp: "It's been so long since I've eaten such good food and wine."

"..."

Chen Qiu looked at the empty porcelain bottle, calmly touched the wood-chopping knife in his bosom, glanced around without speaking, and only asked softly: "Aren't you an outer sect elder of the 'Sky-Blasting Gang'? How can you not afford braised pig's head meat?"

"Didn't I say, identities are given by oneself when walking outside. The Sky-Blasting Gang is just me."

"In other words, you have no sect? And you aren't an outer sect elder?"

"None."

"No sect and you're recruiting disciples?"

"Once there are disciples, won't a sect naturally exist?"

"..."

Chen Qiu fell silent again without speaking. A normal person's thought process should be to first found a sect and then recruit disciples. This brother's thought process was that once there were disciples a sect would naturally exist. He wouldn't comment on whether it was right or wrong, but he could only say this brother was quite bold.

"Then you promised to give 100 cash just for joining? Do you have the money to give?"

"No money."

Fat Dragon nodded earnestly: "But newly joined disciples, I will send them all into a secret realm. I'll give it to them if they come out alive, and no need to give it if they die. If they come out alive, the treasures brought out from the secret realm will be worth more than 100 cash."

"Is the mortality rate of the secret realm very high?"

"Very high."

"What if they come out alive and don't give you their treasures?"

"I am at the Sixth Level of the Qi Refining Realm, definitely stronger than newcomers. If they don't give it, I can just snatch it."

"Since you're at the Sixth Level of the Qi Refining Realm, why don't you go down into the secret realm yourself?"

"Didn't we just say earlier that the mystic realm has a terribly high mortality rate? I'm a bit afraid of death, aren't you?"

"I am too."

"Even so, what about your sect's peaks? A proper sect has to have its own peaks, right?"

"The sect focuses on training outer disciples to travel and wander outside; only upon promotion to inner disciple can one see the mountain gates."

The two of them exchanged a look, and Chen Qiu was momentarily at a loss for words.

He just knew that the bosses of these startup companies were none other than scoundrels.

What the hell kind of disciple recruitment was this? It was basically hiring people to risk their lives, yet feeding them nothing but empty promises without a single shred of tangible benefit. No wonder they couldn't attract anyone—it would be a miracle if anyone actually joined.