“Fate.”
Uncle Cai carefully pondered these two words in his mouth.
He was clever.
Even though he had never seen it before.
After seeing Mao Pan's appearance, he had some expectations in his heart.
But as soon as he saw Mao Pan's appearance.
He was still apprehensive.
So he bowed and said, "May I ask, Master, what kind of fate is this?"
"My old bones, I don't know if they can withstand it."
"Why don't I call Dan Tuo over?"
This old fellow, he had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
Chen Tai casually waved his hand.
"My fate is the righteous path, not the kind of wild fox meditation you see in Mao Pan."
He lowered his voice, and the sound he emitted was like the whisper of a demon.
"If you have enough luck, this is a fate that can lead to immortality."
"Immortality!"
Uncle Cai's breathing suddenly became heavy.
Even with his years of ‘cultivation’, his composure couldn’t hold up at this moment.
Men are a very focused species.
When they are young, they like eighteen-year-old girls.
They want money, power, and unbeatable martial arts.
As they get older, these desires don’t fade, they actually get stronger.
The older they get, the more afraid they are of death.
But they still have to put on a brave face.
"Master is joking, I have no desires, I only want to provide a warm haven for my brother Da Ban."
"Really?" Chen Tai looked at him with a playful expression.
"Don't you want to avenge your wife?"
Uncle Cai’s face froze.
He slowly said, "I have already personally dealt with those people."
"But you know, the reason they dared to do that was because Luo Yang was behind them, even encouraging them, right?"
"Luo Yang wants you to know, you have no choice."
The muscles on Uncle Cai’s face twitched, obviously he had been drawn into the emotion.
"I know, I’ve always known... he wants me to listen to him, he even wanted me to take that stuff."
"I refused, so he let those people harm my wife, as a warning to me!"
Chen Tai shrugged.
This way of doing things, this style, is indeed very crazy, challenging the bottom line of being human.
But that group of people on the mountain are all involved with drugs, how can they still have a bottom line of being human?
In fact, in some left-wing sects, or demonic sects.
There are indeed similar methods to deal with disciples.
They call it — cutting off worldly ties.
After a disciple enters the sect, the master will kill the disciple’s relatives and loved ones.
There are even cases where the disciples are made to do it themselves.
Disciples raised in this way.
They are all lunatics.
As long as they grow up, they will all be great demons.
"Actually, immortality, there is only a possibility, the core of my fate is to give you enough power."
Under Chen Tai's gentle persuasion, Uncle Cai's expression gradually became resolute.
"Please bestow upon me your fate, Master!"
He deeply buried his head, making intimate contact with the floor.
Chen Tai laughed heartily, "Hahaha, of course, of course."
"After you receive my fate, we will all be our own people!"
With that, Chen Tai directly cast a spell.
He sent Ma San through the Eighteen Levels of Techniques.
Leaving a trace of his true spirit, he then drew it out and pointed it at Uncle Cai.
Suddenly.
Uncle Cai felt a cold wind blowing around him.
Ice-cold and piercing, penetrating every pore.
It almost froze his mind.
But then, a memory that didn't belong to him violently tore through his brain and poured in.
"Ah!"
Uncle Cai clutched his head in pain and screamed.
After a while, he calmed down.
"I didn't die?"
He tremblingly stretched out his hand to look at it.
With a little effort, he saw that the veins in his hand, along with his fingernails, instantly changed color, becoming pitch black.
"Crack!" He grabbed at the floor, tearing off a large piece of wood.
"Power..."
He hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Chen Tai repeatedly.
"Master's great kindness and benevolence, I, Cai, will never forget it, at your command, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."
Chen Tai smiled slightly, "Your current condition isn't great yet, go back and adjust for a while."
But Uncle Cai hesitated and stammered.
"Master, do I need anything to supplement my current condition?"
"I heard that the Thai sorcerers..."
"Pfft," Chen Tai almost burst out laughing.
"Those trashy things, how can they compare to my miraculous method?"
"Don't even mention whether those things are real or fake, even if they are real, they are just a bunch of garbage who haven't even fully grasped the art of corpse refining."
"Just go back and rest assured, your appetite and food intake may increase for a short period of time."
"You may also subconsciously avoid sunlight for a while."
"After a while, you will get used to it, this is the righteous path of the Rampant Soldiers, not those crooked ways."
"If you can find a temple to put you up, maybe you can even experience the taste of being a hairy god, hahaha."
Chen Tai was right.
But he was still holding back.
The Three Chapters of Ghost Dao, that was just a joke.
So far, he hasn’t passed down any cultivation techniques, except for teaching Wu Meng and Su Su some "Five Poisons Secrets."
After all, in this era of declining spiritual energy, personal martial arts have already been greatly weakened.
Just like Mao Pan, who has already died.
After absorbing the souls of over a hundred people, he was still shot into a honeycomb when he encountered random gunfire, causing him to suffer a serious loss of energy.
Besides.
Immortality, what a great fate.
How could he give it away so easily?
Whether it's the Rampant Soldiers, or the Wanton Soldiers, or the demonic energy on Sun Shan.
At most, it can only allow people to live to the limit of their lifespan - that is, about 120 years old.
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