Big Head stared dumbfounded from the side.
Senior Chen really had a silver tongue... Every word that left his mouth became a polished passage, and he could quote the classics with effortless ease. Who knew how profound his learning truly was? Even the merchant's eyes had filled with admiration, yet he still clung to the bottom line of his trade, kept his Dao heart firm, and did not add those twenty more.
As they left, Chen Xun was still grumbling, "For fuck's sake, the most troublesome cultivators on this immortal path are still these merchants. Their Dao hearts are so firm that such a sight is rare throughout all antiquity and the present!"
"Moo moo~~"
"Heh, hehe, Senior Chen, thank you."
"Rent a cave dwelling, buy some materials, and refine your magical artifacts anew."
Chen Xun casually waved a hand. "Old Ox and I will go take a look around first. We'll naturally know where you are when the time comes."
"Mm, alright." Big Head had no doubts.
Afterward, he ran off to rent a cave dwelling, while Chen Xun and Big Black Ox strolled around this place, looking over these novel things.
Fifty years later.
They continued heading out to sea to slay demons. The magical artifacts on Big Head gradually grew more numerous with each trip, and he became increasingly wealthy. Although he did not strike it rich in a single voyage like those powerful cultivators, it was already enough for him—enough to turn his immortal path upside down.
Merely going back and forth to slay demons had taken them a thousand years.
This day.
They emptied their entire fortune just to complete his spirit roots.
Big Head was both delighted and despairing. The sight made Chen Xun laugh. Wocao...
A year later.
Filled with anticipation, Big Head