When Sang Luo shouted, the immortal retracted his hand and touched his beard.
"Little girl, you still know etiquette. Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Sang Luo coughed,
"That...that is, the young man who came with me just now, can you give him the Chaos Seven-leaf Colorful Lotus?"
As soon as these words came out, the immortal who was smiling just a moment ago suddenly fell down, turned red all over, and shouted at Sang Luo,
"You little girl, do you have any manners!!!"
The immortal's remnant soul was very close to her, almost touching her face. If he had a physical form, Sang Luo had no doubt that the old man in front of her would spit in her face.
After taking over someone else's inheritance, and then asking someone for the Seven-leaf Chaos Colorful Lotus, it seems a bit too much.
Sang Luo was so smart, he reacted instantly, knelt down and kowtowed to the immortal, raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, and his soft voice was slightly sweet,
"Master, I know that I am too presumptuous, but my fiancé is not born with enough talent. If he does not have the help of heaven and earth, I am afraid that there will be no hope of building a foundation in this life."
The cry of "Master" extinguished the immortal's anger all at once.
The immortal coughed, took two steps forward, and gave Sang Luo a hand.
"In that case, just give him the Seven-leaf Chaos Colorful Lotus. You don't have to worry. If he enters the door between life and death, he will also get a share of my inheritance. If he has the understanding, he can go there in the future. It is also possible to go to the Avenue of Immortality."
Sang frowned and smiled,
"Thank you, Master!"
The immortal stroked his beard and smiled at Sang Luo.
"Don't be too quick to thank me, my inheritance is conditional."
"..."
On the other side, Chu Yanshu pushed open the door between life and death. In the center of the stone room sat an immortal with white hair and a childlike face. He was dressed in a black gown and was cold to the bone.
When he noticed someone walking in, he opened his eyes and looked at Chu Yanshu with his deep pupils.
"Chaos spiritual roots and natural demonic bones. I didn't expect to encounter such a special bloodline in this lower realm when my soul is about to disperse."
The young man raised his eyes to look at him, bowed his hands and saluted,
"Junior wants to ask senior for something."
The crane-haired immortal looked at Chu Yanshu and smiled softly,
"Chaos spiritual roots are struggling in the lower realm. It is now a problem for you to build the foundation and form the core. If you want to embark on the road to immortality, the Shura Road is more suitable."
However, Chu Yanshu was extremely disgusted and decisively refused.
"I don't practice Shura Dao."
The immortal's fingertips condensed a fruit that blended black and white, and threw it towards Chu Yanshu.
"I have no inheritance here, only a Dao fruit I picked when passing by the River of Life and Death. How much you can understand depends on your own destiny."
Chu Yanshu accepted the Daoguo and thanked him decisively.
"Thank you, senior."
The immortal didn't say that he would accept him as his disciple, and he himself was content with it.
After all, in the world of cultivation, the matter of master-disciple karma is too troublesome and complicated.
But the moment Chu Yanshu was about to leave, the immortal stopped him.
"Wait a moment."
Chu Yanshu turned around and asked,
"Senior, is there anything else you can do?"
The immortal looked up and down, and Chu Yanshu felt a little frightened. He always felt that this person was a bit psychopathic.
The immortal nodded with satisfaction,
"You look good. Daoguo can choose you, which means your understanding is not bad."
Chu Yanshu had a look of confusion on his face, and then he heard the immortal say,
"It's not in vain that my disciple is obsessed with you."
Chu Yanshu: "???"
What disciple?
