Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

As the words on the panel gradually faded, Zhou Youyuan remained silent in the dormitory for a long time.

Three thousand guests are boiled in the cauldron, all seeking immortality at the blade.

His plan was aimed at Zhao Donglai, but it was Li Xiaoyu who would die. However, he couldn't refuse; it was an open conspiracy.

In this cannibalistic demonic sect, no one can refuse an opportunity for transcendence.

According to his plan, the number of handymen disciples was far from enough to send away the innate Yin-Yang Dao Foundation, and even the number of stewards like Zhao was far from enough. He could only send this thing to a higher place as much as possible.

But within this cannibalistic immortal sect, no one would easily believe in an opportunity that falls from the sky, unless…

This opportunity was snatched away from others by your own hands.

However, the boy's decisiveness and ruthlessness exceeded his expectations, and he almost managed to kill Manager Zhao.

In that situation, Li Xiaoyu was probably only focused on fighting and killing, and didn't pay close attention.

From his God's-eye view, he could clearly see that although Manager Zhao appeared calm on the surface, he was actually sweating profusely behind his ears and on his neck.

If it were later, and Li Xiaoyu had enough time to gather more nourishment from the miscellaneous tasks, and if he were at the third level of Qi Refining cultivation...

This kid really has a chance.

Unfortunately, there are no miracles in the world of cultivation, nor is there any such thing as "don't underestimate a young man's potential."

Looking back now, although Li Xiaoyu was brave and decisive, she was still not meticulous enough.

Zhao Zhangshi's victory in this battle relied on nothing more than two factors: the difference in their status and the difference in information.

Because of the information gap, Manager Zhao could easily discover that most of the dead were people who had grudges against Li Xiaoyu.

Because of their different statuses, Manager Zhao doesn't need actual confirmation; he can act decisively based solely on suspicion.

After all, given his status, what difference would it make if he killed a servant by mistake?

Even if someone like Li Xiaoyu, a nobody with no background, is clear-headed and has a strong backbone, the final outcome is nothing more than falling from one hell to another and dying quietly.

Zhou Youyuan took a deep breath.

Feeling the abundant spiritual power that suddenly surged within him and instantly broke through the second level of Qi Refining, a rare smile appeared on his lips.

Although there were some setbacks in the process of this plan, and Li Xiaoyu failed to break through to the third level of Qi Refining as he had planned, fortunately, Manager Zhao's strength was only at the second level of Qi Refining.

Even if the path is off-track, as long as the result is correct, he can continue according to the original plan.

"Crunch."

The shop door opened; the laborers, having finished their shifts, were returning.

The leader, Brother Wang, was the first to approach Zhou Youyuan: "Changsheng, how are you? Can you still work tomorrow? If you really can't, tell me, and I'll plead with the foreman for you."

Zhou Youyuan sat up: "Thank you, Brother Wang. I'm fine, but there's something I'd like to trouble you with."

"Just say what you need to say, don't be so polite with me." Old Wang plopped down on his bunk.

Zhou Youyuan didn't reply. Instead, he took out half a piece of gold from under the mat and stuffed it directly into Old Wang's palm.

Old Wang's fingers tightened, and his tired, cloudy eyes brightened instantly. He discreetly tucked the gold into his sleeve.

"Immortality, what exactly is it about?"

"I don't know if it's because of the formation, but I've really been feeling unwell lately. My lower back and knees always feel sore and weak."

Zhou Youyuan rubbed his hands together: "You mentioned last time that there seems to be a market organized by the servants on the mountainside. I wonder where that market is? Could you give me a ride tonight, brother?"

Old Wang checked the firmness of the lump in his sleeve to make sure it was real:

"Haha, you're the only one who knows how to navigate social situations. Fine, for the sake of our friendship, wait for me outside the toilet at midnight tonight."

"Remember to cover your face completely with a black cloth when you get there. That place is full of all sorts of shady characters and dirty dealings."

"Thank you for the advice, Brother Wang."

……

At midnight that night.

Zhou Youyuan tore off a piece of tattered burlap to cover most of his face, put on a large gray robe, and appeared in the shadows outside the latrine right on time.

Not long after, Old Wang, who was also wrapped up tightly, emerged in the dark.

The two walked in silence, following a hidden, winding path through the medicinal herb garden on the back mountain. After about half an hour, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

We arrived at the Odd Jobs Market. Although it was called a market, it was originally just a trade fair where a few odd jobs in the Immortal Sects, who happened to find a glimpse of immortality, exchanged their goods and services.

Although the earliest batch of servants who "accidentally gained immortality" disappeared without a trace, strangely enough, more and more servants who "accidentally gained immortality" came to participate in the trade fair.

The trade fair grew larger and larger, and gradually evolved into what is now known as the Miscellaneous Service Market.

"We're here. If you want to nourish your body, go to Garlic Li's stall. It's the third stall in the east section. Mention my name and I'll give you a discount. I have some other things to do. Let's meet here after we're done shopping and go back together."

Upon arriving at the market, Old Wang couldn't wait to say goodbye to Zhou Youyuan. Then, he skillfully slipped into a narrow alleyway with a tattered curtain hanging down and a pungent smell of cosmetics.

What they want to do is self-evident.

Zhou Youyuan didn't mind. He adjusted the collar of his gray robe and walked alone into the street that smelled of sweat and mildew.

This so-called market town doesn't even have a proper storefront.

Along the roadside, laborers with their faces completely covered squatted casually in the mud, hawking their treasures on tattered straw mats in front of them. The items were varied and pitifully shabby.

"The half of the flying sword used by the steward will draw blood as soon as it is drawn. It is only for exchange, not for sale."

"Young man, how about buying a living furnace? My primordial yin energy will surely help you strengthen your foundation, nourish your life force, and prolong your life. It only costs half a piece of silver..."

"The proper cultivation technique, 'The Spirit Absorption Technique'! It allows you to seize the essence and enter the Dao without needing spiritual roots, and it only costs you a longevity elixir. Poor people, don't even bother with it."

The Art of Gathering Spirits?

Zhou Youyuan was about to turn his head when he realized something was wrong. He stopped himself from turning to look at the stall and continued walking forward as if he hadn't heard anything.

Zhou Youyuan: ...

The "Spirit Gathering Technique" was an entry-level cultivation method that the Chen family of Aolai spent nearly half of their family fortune to obtain. It was extremely expensive, so how could they possibly set up a stall in this kind of miscellaneous market to exchange it?

It's Manager Zhao.

Is this old fox already plotting to find the person behind Li Xiaoyu?

Just as he had imagined, the old fox, unable to decipher the secret of the Dao Foundation Jade Pendant, decided to target the person behind Li Xiaoyu.

But this also shows that the old fox was still greedy—greedy for immortality, greedy for longevity, and greedy for the effects of this strange treasure that he couldn't fathom.

The bait is so fragrant that one doesn't care where the hook is; only when the profit is gone does one realize that life is over.

I'm not afraid of you being greedy, I'm afraid of you not being greedy.

The fish has finally taken the bait!