Chapter 47

As the commotion was happening on one side, Wang Qi, who had been hiding like a turtle, couldn't sleep either. When he opened the door, he saw a rat, larger than a cat, dead in the corridor.

Wang Qi was startled and shouted, "Senior Brother, this inn is incredible, the rats are bigger than cats!"

The young man, seeing Wang Qi and Xuan Kong, his senior brothers, both calm, felt a bit embarrassed. He clasped his hands and asked Xuan Kong, "Daoist, such a large rat, could it have become a demon?"

Wang Qi sneered, "A demon? Where are there any demons?"

He explained to the young man that although the rat was large, it had only just developed a bit of intelligence. It couldn't use any supernatural powers, transform into a human, or even dissolve the transverse bone in its throat. It could only be called a spirit, not a demon.

The young man said, "Oh, I see. Under the sky, all is the king's land; there can't be so many demons running around."

Wang Qi chuckled, "Another scholar who has been stupefied by reading the classics. Demons are not to be feared; what should be feared is people themselves."

The young man was about to argue, but Xuan Kong walked out, picked up the leg that had fallen in the corridor, and said, "Indeed, it's a human leg." He approached the window, channeled a bit of true essence, and threw the leg out the window, burying it in the ground with a hand seal.

He said coldly, "We cultivators only know how to idle in the mountains, who would have thought the world has become such a mess."

Wang Qi consoled him, "Senior Brother is right. There are few people in this world with the right destiny and constitution. Moreover, our master often says that we, who have inherited the ancient great deity's lineage, must guard against the three calamities."

"If we encounter demons, we can eliminate them, but we don't have the time to specifically come down the mountain to manage the world's affairs."

Xuan Kong sighed and made a vow in his heart, "If I can one day establish a lineage, my disciples will certainly walk more in the world." One reason is to promote the lineage and have more opportunities to recruit disciples with excellent constitution and potential. Another reason is to accumulate good deeds and merit, which will help them achieve immortality sooner.

However, Xuan Kong was being overly optimistic. This world is not like the cultivation novels of the predecessors. Accumulating good deeds is just a pretext used by Western Buddhism to spread the religion. If he really went around the world with a sword to deal with demons, the Great Sun Tathagata of the West would be the first to not let him off.

Moreover, the more one walks in the world, the more karma one accumulates. In the end, it would hinder one's cultivation. When have you ever seen the Buddhas of the West come down the mountain to eliminate demons?

The young man reached out to touch the immortal sword on the table. He had just seen it fly out and kill the large rat. Wang Qi, seeing this, quickly slapped the young man's hand away, saying, "This is a treasure of the immortals, not something mortals can touch."

Xuan Kong also nodded, "It's not that mortals can't touch magical treasures, but this sword has some special qualities, and it's not good for others to touch it."

Wang Qi smiled, "Right?" He slapped the young man's hand away and then reached out himself, "Senior Brother, your sword technique is truly remarkable. I saw a hole in the throat of the rat spirit, which must have been pierced by this sword."

Xuan Kong said, "Brother, you shouldn't touch the sword either."

He spoke calmly, but Wang Qi's hand had already touched the sword and immediately pulled back, exclaiming, "Ah!" When he looked, he saw a cut on his finger, blood flowing freely.

Xuan Kong then smiled, "I just figured out a way to control the sword to kill people, using the true essence on the sword. I refined the sword a bit, and it became incredibly sharp, naturally emitting sword qi."

The young man, originally annoyed by Wang Qi and Xuan Kong calling him a mortal, was about to argue but saw Wang Qi retreat with his finger bleeding.

He then realized that it was indeed an immortal weapon, not something he could touch.

Xuan Kong chuckled, "Fortunately, your cultivation has improved, allowing you to generate protective true essence. Otherwise, the sword qi would have cut off your finger."

Hearing this, Wang Qi quickly jumped back a few steps, looking at Xuan Kong with lingering fear. Senior Brother was becoming more and more devious, originally just endangering himself, but now he was dragging others along.

The young man, not yet seeing through Xuan Kong's true nature, admired his skills, "Are you a disciple of a immortal sect? Which sect are you from?"

Xuan Kong, who always seized any opportunity to promote the Laoshan Sect, was about to speak when he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart. His originally pure and unblemished Dao heart began to beat violently.

Xuan Kong drew a sharp breath. At his level of cultivation, every action should be in harmony with the will of heaven.

He quickly stopped and began to calculate with his fingers. Wang Qi, influenced by Xuan Kong, saw that Senior Brother wasn't revealing his identity, so he introduced himself, "I am Daoist Wang Qi of the Laoshan Sect, and this is my Senior Brother, Xuan Kong."

He didn't realize that "Daoist" was a term of respect for others, not for oneself.

The young man clasped his hands and said, "Ah, you are from the Laoshan Sect, I have heard of it, I have heard of it." To be honest, he didn't even know where Laoshan was, let alone the name of the Laoshan Sect. He didn't know that the Laoshan Sect was a small and newly established sect.

The young man's enthusiasm didn't diminish, and he eagerly asked Wang Qi about life on Laoshan.

When Wang Qi was on Laoshan, he was the last to join and the lowest in cultivation. He did all the hard and tiring work, and none of his senior brothers, except Xuan Kong, treated him well. But now, in front of the young man, Wang Qi painted a completely different picture of himself.

He was naturally eloquent, vividly describing Laoshan and his life in the Laoshan Sect. In reality, besides doing chores, he spent five hours a day meditating and cultivating. He had no time for such experiences.

He had been listening to Xuan Kong's stories over the past few days and now recalled and embellished them to deceive the young man.

The young man, not knowing the truth, was captivated by Wang Qi's tales of the immortal world, "Is the North Sea really kept from drying up by a single spring? And is there really a Dragon Palace above the spring? And the Dragon King, the Dragon Prince, and the Dragon Princess?"

Faced with the curious young man, Wang Qi put all his effort into exaggerating, "Of course, I'm not lying. I have a very close relationship with the Dragon Princess of the North Sea."

Wang Qi's exaggeration was too much, and he stumbled. What if the young man really asked him to take him to the Dragon Palace? He scratched his head and clarified, "Uh, it's my Senior Brother, he has a very good relationship with the Dragon Princess."

The young man's face lit up, "Yes, in the world, only the Dragon King's daughter is worthy of me!"

Wang Qi, who was thirsty from talking, was drinking tea when he heard the young man's muttered words and nearly choked on his tea. He slapped the young man on the back of the head and angrily said, "Damn, there's no one more shameless and self-absorbed than you!"

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