Under the thin old man's terrifying aura, the seven Golden Core cultivators actually ate the snails gathered beside rural pit latrines. Their faces alternated between green and white, making them look little different from refined corpses.
"As long as I, Zhangtai True Person, am still around, all seven of you must keep pit-latrine snails ready in your Storage Bags! That way, if I'm in a foul mood one day and tell you to eat them, you won't be caught empty-handed!"
With that, Zhangtai True Person's gaunt figure vanished. The Golden Core cultivators left behind did not dare move. Only after a quarter of an hour had passed did the seven dare relax their expressions.
Urging the dharma power within their bodies, each spat out the mass of snails in his stomach.
"Fuck, that was disgusting. I didn't dare use dharma power at the time. Only after swallowing them did I dare wrap them in dharma power in my dantian. Now even the gaps between my teeth stink."
"Exactly. We're people who survived the Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulation and attained the great path of the golden core, yet he forced us to eat pit-latrine snails. Once my cultivation rises, he can't blame me for killing my own master!"
At this point, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator cautioned, "Enough, Sixth Junior Brother. Grumbling isn't worth a fart. Haven't you realized that those in the nascent soul realm really can do whatever they please? The seventeen sect patriarchs have never appeared since reaching spirit transformation, so naturally these monkeys get to play king. And the Immortal Alliance bestowed the title of True Person on the eleven hundred Nascent Soul cultivators who formed innate dao embryos. There isn't a single one of those old fossils whose rotten temper isn't peculiar."
"Eldest Senior Brother, I just