Ghost-Nourishing Spirit Technique

"Nonsense. This is Chang'an City. What monster with a death wish would dare cause trouble here?" The boat captain glared at the burly fisherman and snorted.

"Then what happened?" The burly fisherman felt a little reassured, but he asked again.

"Judging by what we saw, an immortal master must have been casting a spell underwater just now." The captain took a deep drag on his pipe and spoke slowly through the smoke.

"An immortal master! Is he still here? Let's go pay our respects. Maybe we can ask him for an elixir to extend our lives." The tall fisherman's eyes lit up as he looked around the boat.

The other fishermen did the same.

Though Chang'an City was home to many cultivators, only the upper classes had any contact with them. These fishermen were poor commoners and still held cultivators in great awe.

"Stop fooling around. Get the boat moving!" The captain shot the tall fisherman a stern look and gave the order.

The tall fisherman fell silent at once.

The others dared say no more. They slowly sailed several miles before the captain told them to stop.

"Captain, why wouldn't you let me call out to that immortal master?" the tall fisherman asked, still disgruntled.

The others were just as puzzled.

"Do you lot think every immortal master is kind and generous?" the captain said with a snort.

"Aren't they?" the tall fisherman asked.

"You know far too little about them. From what I've heard, immortal masters can be righteous or wicked. The righteous ones do treat common folk like us well, but the wicked ones kill without batting an eye. They're more frightening than bandits or monsters. We had no idea which sort was underwater just now. If you'd rushed over, you might have died without knowing what