"Wait, what are you going to do?!"
No matter how much the prospect of cultivating immortality had gone to Zhao Bing's head, by now he had realized that he had been tricked into coming out here.
As for why...
It could only be to use him to threaten his father and demand money.
Seeing the two men in front approaching him, Zhao Bing hurriedly tried to run back.
But he ran straight into Qiu Shicai, who grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him up, saying:
"Hmph, it wasn't easy tricking you into coming out here. Now I've finally got you!"
"You bastard! How dare you! My father won't let you get away with this!"
Zhao Bing flailed furiously in midair as he spoke.
"If you want to blame anyone, blame your father for being so stingy. We spent months kindly helping you seek an opportunity to become an immortal. Even if we found nothing, he could at least have given us some money to live on. But he refused, so we had no choice but to find a way to take it ourselves."
The middle-aged man, Qiu Shicai, sneered as he spoke.
"Exactly. This all started with you, so it's only fitting to exchange you for a little money. I'm sure your father won't be stingy this time."
The young man wearing a headscarf, Yao Liang, folded his arms as he spoke.
"Hmph, you never obtained a method of cultivating immortality, so of course you couldn't get paid!"
Once Zhao Bing learned that they only wanted money, he instead breathed a sigh of relief as he spoke.
"All right, enough wasting words on you." Qiu Shicai tied Zhao Bing up with a rope he had prepared beforehand, then said to the round-faced fat man, "Guangxian, go