"Think it over. It wasn't a bad thing."
Chen Xun's gaze wandered as he had already set his sights on the many strange stones within the Qingshang Immortal Clan's grounds. "Little friend has also endured innumerable hardships to become immortal, and you even had the courage to intercept our Eternal Immortal Boat. Why not give it a try?"
Shang Chunqiu's expression shifted between light and dark.
He had already begun planning for the myriad ages ahead—even the grand situation and battlefield conditions of the entire Great Desolation Heaven and Earth. His immortal consciousness and thoughts surged with extraordinary speed.
In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Shang Chunqiu said solemnly, "All right."
"Ancestor..."
The immortals of the Qingshang Immortal Clan frowned deeply. Since ancient times, no being had ever pressured them with such calm indifference.
"Say no more." Shang Chunqiu looked toward the place where they stood and spoke with ancient weariness, "Our clan could not possibly be this senior's match. Besides, since cause and effect had brought us to this point, we should bear what must be borne."
"Little friend, I like your clan's strange stones. How about making a deal?"
Chen Xun narrowed his eyes. "We'll trade for cultivation methods and 'immortal inscriptions.'"
"Senior." A trace of joy flashed through Shang Chunqiu's eyes. It was exactly what he wanted.
Later.
Chen Xun and Big Black Ox traded for a great batch of strange stones from the clan, then left in great satisfaction. As for the clan's subsequent affairs, they were handed over to the Eternal Cultivators. The gap left by the Qingshang Immortal Clan on the battlefield would be filled by the eternal juniors.
Seven years later.
Within a barren mountain of the Great Desolation Immortal Frontier.
Chen Xun and Big Black