"Heh, hehe, Dao Ancestor..."
The mountain gods looked at one another, their expressions somewhat awkward. The earth veins could not be disturbed recklessly—if they were damaged, the Primordial Chaos beyond the heavens could surge straight in through them.
"Forget it. I won't pursue the matter."
Chen Xun waved a hand casually. These mountain gods had not read much and knew even less, so he could not be bothered making things difficult for them. "I'll teach you an immortal art. This was the ultimate trade Old Ox and I used to make a living in the mortal world. It has never been passed on."
"Moo!" Big Black Ox lifted its head. If this had not been such an important matter, it would never have returned from Yin Yang Mountain.
"Thank you, Dao Ancestor, for imparting the Dao!"
"We bow in thanks to the Dao Ancestor~~!"
A group of mountain gods had tears streaming down their faces as they kowtowed upon the immortal platform. Chen Xun's eyes widened slightly. That feeling had come over him again—
The feeling that they were about to send him off!
"Damn it... so professional. If they received just a little instruction, wouldn't they soar straight into the heavens?" Chen Xun murmured, a trace of shock actually appearing in his eyes.
Big Black Ox turned its head, its gaze wise as it forcefully snorted through its nostrils, giving Chen Xun an approving look.
These little mountain gods would absolutely have everything in place for mourning rites, ritual services, and funeral processions—a complete one-stop package.
"Good!"
Chen Xun slammed the stone chair, as though he had made up his mind. "This immortal art was the peerless skill that allowed Old Ox and me to eat our fill back in the day. I hope you will carry it