Putting on an Act

"With such a good thing happening, fellow Daoist, you mustn't forget this humble Daoist!"

Daoist Master Fuqing flicked his whisk and stepped forward with a smile.

He had heard Yunzi mention this Fellow Daoist Fang many times.

Hearing of such good news, and thinking of the disciples in their own sect, they naturally wanted to come and see.

Fang Zelin nodded slightly upon hearing this, "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, everything will be provided."

"The great responsibility of resisting the Devil Race will surely fall on the shoulders of the younger generation, and I, Fang, will certainly not be stingy with them."

"That's true."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Master Fuqing's face also showed a hint of emotion. "Guangchengzi has departed ahead of me. To be honest, my days are numbered."

"Back then, a fierce battle severely damaged my foundation, and in recent years my cultivation has become somewhat lacking. When I pass away, Dinggui Mountain, and I will have to entrust you all with my care."

"The eldest disciple in the sect is not yet fully mature."

Daoist Master Fuqing sighed.

Originally Dinggui Mountain had many outstanding disciples who were capable of undertaking great responsibilities.

Unfortunately, after several battles, all of these disciples had perished.

There are quite a few other excellent disciples, but they haven't fully matured yet, and their cultivation level is still somewhat lacking.

He was worried about Dinggui Mountain, and also hoped that his fellow Daoists could take care of him after his passing.

"Fellow Daoist, please rest assured. Whether you are here or not, if you need our help, there is no reason why we should refuse."

Upon hearing this, Yunzi immediately became serious and said...

Fang Zelin nodded in agreement without saying a word, but the meaning on his face was clear.

He would readily offer his help if needed.

The three of them talked as they flew ahead to lead the way.

They were still talking about their concerns about the future.

The appearance of the Devil Race and its words did indeed cause them some apprehension and worry.

Have they all left?

Inside the Alchemy Chamber, Bai Anmin, trapped in the Pill Furnace, moved his eyes.

Although he was still screaming in pain, there was no trace of suffering in his eyes.

One by one, the cultivators who sensed the powerful aura outside left.

A surge of joy immediately welled up in his heart.

Do you think leaving a few junior Daoist priests here to guard him will be enough to trap him?

Dream on!

When he heard these guys were going to see that Daoist priest off yesterday, he knew his chance had come.

Upon inspection today, it is indeed true!

With this in mind, he suppressed his joy and waited for another half hour.

Realizing that the other party had flown far away and wouldn't be able to return anytime soon, he began to implement his schemes.

"Ah! It hurts so much! My soul is being refined! I can't take it anymore, I'll die if this continues!"

Bai Anmin suddenly cried out in an even more pitiful way.

To convince the young Daoist priest outside that he was on the verge of death, he gritted his teeth and lowered his defenses.

After his soul came into contact with a trace of the elixir fire, a scream instinctively escaped his lips.

He wasn't acting this time; the pain of his soul being burned by the elixir fire was truly unbearable.

He almost activated his defenses to block the flames from the pill.

But in order to gain the trust of the young Daoist priest outside, he had no choice but to endure it.

When putting on an act, you have to go all the way.

At this moment, looking into the Pill Furnace from the outside, one could indeed see Bai Anmin's miserable state, and even the twisted appearance of his soul as it was ignited.

It looks like it's about to disappear.

The two disciples sitting outside on guard looked up and glanced at the scene, their faces showing utter indifference.

Seeing this expression, Bai Anmin felt a chill run down his spine, sensing something was amiss.

But then he gritted his teeth, refusing to believe that he couldn't fool two young Daoist priests!

"I don't want to die! Please, spare me! I really don't want to die! I'll tell you anything you want to know!"

"Ten thousand years ago, the Devil Race Ancestor stole your fortune and took away countless Daoist scriptures with him. I can tell you all about them. Please, stop torturing me!"

In order to pique the interest of these Daoist priests, Bai Anmin put in some effort.

However, seeing that these guys weren't making any move, he wasn't discouraged.

He knew these young Daoist priests' thoughts and personalities all too well.

They have almost reached a state of being without desires or wants for themselves.

He is naturally calm and simply enjoys spiritual practice.

He wouldn't be easily tempted by these things.

However, while they might not be easily swayed by such things, things could change when it comes to other fellow cultivators!

"It's fine if you don't want it yourselves, but think about your other fellow disciples, or even your master! Aren't they nearing their end?"

"Don't you want to give this Daoist scripture to your master and fellow disciples? So that they can gain some insight and enter the Seeking Dao Mountain, thereby increasing their lifespan?"

"As long as we can obtain these Daoist scriptures, all our fellow Daoists will benefit immensely! Your cultivation strength will also increase!"

Bai Anmin spoke, he couldn't help but cheer himself on.

These Daoist priests can be strict with themselves, but when it comes to their fellow Daoists, let's see how they conduct themselves!

What's more, their master is inside!

Although he hadn't fully fought the opponent before, he could still see that the Daoist Master Fuqing was weak.

The other person probably doesn't have much time left!

These young Daoist priests, if they had any thoughts at all, would have something to worry about!

Sure enough, his words immediately drew the attention of the two young Daoist priests outside.

Although his gaze remained somewhat calm, he sensed that the two were not far from falling into a trap.

"No, this fire is too intense! I really can't hold on any longer! Please turn off the fire for a moment so I can catch my breath. Please don't kill me!"

"As long as you don't kill me, anything is negotiable!"

Bai Anmin continued to scream, trying to lure his opponent into a trap step by step.

Even after he finished speaking, the two young Daoist priests outside continued to watch him without showing any emotion.

This made him hesitate a little. What was wrong with this guy?

Still not falling for it? That's impossible!

Feeling somewhat unwilling, Bai Anmin gritted his teeth and prepared to inflict more serious injuries on himself.

He refused to believe they wouldn't fall for his trick!

Thinking of this, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood fueled the fire, then gushed out from his five orifices.

Bai Anmin screamed and collapsed to the ground, his breath becoming extremely weak.

For a moment, he looked like a dying man, only able to breathe in but not out.