"No wonder they put the Night Watchman's stone statue at the foot of the carving. They were deliberately humiliating him—or perhaps suppressing him."
Gao Ming had a rough idea of how to provoke a response from the Immortal Palace. If he obeyed Spirit Vision's rules to the utmost, he might win the favor of the unknown being inside and be ushered into the palace. There was another way, too: break Spirit Vision's rules by any means necessary and make it feel truly threatened!
Gao Ming's temperament made the first option impossible, but he was very good at the second.
"What do you need me to do?" Excitement and eagerness filled the cultivator's voice. Even his body temperature seemed to rise a little.
"I fell from the nine heavens. Of course I've seen a true immortal. Just carve what I tell you, and you're certain to catch the Immortal Palace's attention."
"All right! I'll head back to the Stone Workshop!" The cultivator turned to leave.
"Why go back there?"
"That's where I keep all the stone I chiseled off the tower walls."
"Stone... isn't there some right here?" Gao Ming spoke casually, his eyes turning toward the stone carving at the center of the Seventh Floor.
The cultivator swallowed as he gazed at the towering carving. Fighting the urge to kneel, he shook his head at Gao Ming. "I don't dare."
"You're scared of this, scared of that—why the hell are you even trying to become an immortal? Go home and raise pigs!" Gao Ming mocked him mercilessly. Just thinking about his next plan thrilled him. Even his festering wounds stopped hurting, and the Rosy Radiance darting everywhere looked a little more pleasing.
The cultivator took a few steps forward, then leaped past the Night Watchman's stone statue. His knees buckled,