"No."
A cultivator grabbed Fat Dragon by the corner of his robe, his eyes full of suspicion as he shouted, "Didn't you already get Immortal Cancer? Why are you still picking Rainbow Peaches? Are you tired of living?"
"Yeah."
Fat Dragon impatiently shook off the cultivator's hand. Silently counting the time in his heart, he waited one breath before leaping into the air and plucking a Rainbow Peach before him. He said irritably, "Yeah, I already have Immortal Cancer anyway. Why wouldn't I pick one? When you have too many lice, you stop feeling the itch."
As soon as those words fell—
The cultivator froze on the spot, unable to react for a moment. Quite a few people nearby had heard those words, including the young man who had acted first and contracted Immortal Cancer.
After getting Immortal Cancer, that young man had begun to despair and give himself up for lost. Yet now, his body suddenly stiffened as he looked toward Fat Dragon, and he abruptly realized something.
That was right.
He already had Immortal Cancer anyway, so what was there to fear?
Even if he encountered misfortune, at worst he would get Immortal Cancer again. If picking the first peach had been gambling with his life, then picking a second one after contracting Immortal Cancer was practically risk-free.
It was like this: if taking a two-million bribe got you beheaded—
Then only that first two million was risky. Every bribe after those two million carried no risk at all. It was the kind of deal where one investment brought ten thousand returns!
He still had two chances to pick peaches!
The young man, who had been drowning in despair just moments ago, suddenly had his eyes light up. He charged straight toward a Rainbow Peach nearby, leaped into