Wu Jianxian's voice rang out again.
"Alright, everyone, please... do not be afraid.
"Hahaha.
"Besides me, there are others in the Immortal Technique Committee."
A large Immortal Technique Committee, not only openly has Wu Jianxian, but also other Sequence Seven, concealed and not revealed.
"Perhaps our promotion is not very graceful, but it's enough to protect you all.
"As for this Mr. Mystery, my suggestion is, don't go looking for him.
"Just maintain the current balance, isn't it good?
"He holds no malice towards us, quite the opposite, he has goodwill.
"Maybe in the future, when one of us faces catastrophe, we'll be fortunate to receive his aid?"
The president set the tone, and a group of bigwigs breathed a sigh of relief, feeling it really made sense. The current state is quite good.
Someone then asked, "What about the Blood Transformation Powder? His pill formula, can we use it? Can we refine it? If we use it, wouldn't it be like creating a pirated version and make him angry?"
Wu Jianxian's voice appeared again.
"Of course, use it, of course, refine it!
"It's a good thing for us to restrain the Immortal Martial Path!
"I think that Mr. Mystery giving it to us means that we can use it.
"Piracy... sounds too harsh.
"Everyone, feel free to lower your posture, treat Blood Transformation Powder as a kind of gift."
…
Night.
In dim light, a crowded small bedroom.
Bai Mo lay on the bed, positioned in a comfortable pose, meditating... yes, one can meditate while lying down. When cultivation reaches a certain level, there is no need for sleep, but meditation is needed to preserve spirit and nurture the mind. One can comfortably pose, slowly nurturing spirit.
After an unknown length of time, he opened his eyes, only to see messages coming in on his phone.
It's Fang Xiaoyu again!
[Today we all have to work night shifts]
[That group of students are going to dream, going to see their Ancient Immortal Master]
[Failed promotion, not sure how their master will react]
[Medical experts, medical instruments are already in place]
[If they are killed by the Ancient Immortal in the dream, not sure if they'll become vegetables?]
Oh this?
Bai Mo didn't know.
In that group of students, he's most familiar with Zhang Shan, and Lu Zhou's son, Lu Yang, heard to be also inside. Will they be in trouble?
…
Immortal Technique Committee, all students moved into hospital rooms, three per room, with tubes, probes all over their bodies, connected to various body monitoring instruments.
In dozens of hospital rooms, the scene varies.
Some students looked pale.
Some students began to sob.
Some students gritted their teeth, cried with collapse, "Damn it! Why must I encounter this dumbass path! Why am I not an Alchemist! Why am I not a Talisman Master! Why must I face this perverted Ancient Immortal!"
They did not want to face the Ancient Immortal, but had no way.
They weren't even at Sequence Nine, couldn't control their sleep, as the time came, one by one, fell into slumber...
Under gloomy skies, beside a small river, in front of a thatched hut.
When Lu Yang, Zhang Shan and others woke up, they were kneeling with more than sixty students, listening to Round Stone Ancient Immortal lecturing.
For many days before, they were controlled mentally by the Ancient Immortal ahead, living dreamy-like dazed lives, nearly became murderers. Now awake, again seeing the Ancient Immortal, just felt anxious and uneasy within. Each face was still pale. Felt the air almost solidified, making breath difficult. Afraid within, both fear the master suddenly kills, and fear the master controls again.
Seeing Round Stone Ancient Immortal's obese body sitting on the thatched hut threshold.
"...Alas, this time almost succeeded.
"I thought it could succeed, turning you all into Sequence Nine.
"But you didn't succeed, even your senior brothers and sisters lost out.
"You don't have mental pressure, just cultivate, wait for opportunity later."
Round Stone Ancient Immortal's tone was calm, not angry at them.
Students somewhat relaxed their minds.
Someone boldly raised their head, looked at the Ancient Immortal.
"Master, in our times, killing is a very severe crime, it's illegal.
"Can we not kill anyone?"
Round Stone Ancient Immortal looked at this disciple, watched for a long time, like seeing a fool.
"Not kill?
"How to cultivate immortal without killing?
"What nonsense are you thinking?"
That disciple shivered, but still said.
"Master, Talisman Dao and Alchemy Dao, don't they not need killing..."
Round Stone Ancient Immortal rubbed his ears, frowned, as if hearing a strange tale.
"Who talked nonsense to you? Who said they don't need killing?
"You know each path each sequence has different texts, but only one character is the same, all identical.
"That character, it's 'Immortal!'
"People beside the mountain, is immortal."
Disciples exchanged looks.
In sequence texts, immortal is people beside the mountain? Modern Chinese too, that's it. Is there any saying?
Then Round Stone Ancient Immortal continued.
"What does this character mean, don't you know?
"People beside the mountain, this mountain, is a blood sea corpse mountain.
"An alive person becomes immortal, countless dead piled into mountain.
"Immortal stands by corpse mountain, full of blood becomes immortal.
"People are resources for cultivation!
"Which path, which sequence, all same."
Round Stone Ancient Immortal grew impatient, lazy to talk more to these disciples, shook his head, got up and returned inside the thatched hut.
…
The disciples looked at each other, stood up, left the thatched hut. As if moving away from it, moving away from the master, then safer a bit.
"Is what he said true?"
"Fake, right?"
"Never heard Talisman Dao, Alchemy Dao need killing."
A group of disciples were complex inside, fell into confusion again.
Zhang Shan and Lu Yang shared a look, even more unsure what to do.
Suddenly, they saw under a distant tree, someone practicing sword.
Turns out it's Yu Tingting!
She wore No. 47 Middle School's loose uniform, short hair reaching shoulders, face still tear-streaked.
But she drew the long sword, already practicing sword!
At this point, practicing sword is the only thing she can do.
She thrust the sword out, piercing in the wind, emitting sharp sword sound!
…
…
Fox Mountain's sky also covered by thick clouds.
On the square, Bai Mo sat on a fishing lounge chair, positioned better for spine, commanding disciples to add herbs into the furnace. The blazing fire already boiling the medicinal soup in the furnace.
And a long queue stretched from the foot of the mountain's medicinal field to the mountain square, reaching beside the furnace.
Within the queue, were fox disciples each carrying wooden buckets.
Inside the buckets, were Cross-eyed Grass Seeds, round and black.
This kind of grass seed is very strange, obviously pure black, but gives the feeling, just like eyeballs, when you stare at it, it seems to stare back.
"Hurry up, pour the grass seeds into the furnace."
In the long queue, fox disciples stepped forward in order, pouring bucket by bucket of grass seeds into the boiling medicinal soup.