Chapter 62: The Old Man Is Not a Wicked Person!

"This... why is this environment different from what I imagined?"

Huang Zong kept wiping the sweat beads popping out on his forehead, his gaze shifting to the surroundings from time to time, seemingly wanting to find a way out.

It was just that besides the fog-filled forest, there was only more fog-filled forest all around; Huang Zong suspected that without someone to lead the way, he would never be able to find his way out in his entire life! The other few people were just as pathetic, following the ghost while simultaneously expressing their trembling fear to the fullest.

Lu Daheng walked at the very end of the group with his head lowered; he was also incredibly panicked, and subconsciously felt that he had been hypnotized.

But soon, he felt that although this environment was filled with yin energy, the air was exceptionally refreshing.

Between breaths, his body, which should have been exhausted, seemed to be regaining vitality? The Burial Ground was not yet large, relying entirely on the Array and the fog to influence the judgment of these few people.

A few minutes later, the ghost led them in a circle before arriving at a simple farmhouse on the mountaintop.

The farmhouse was not large, consisting of just three row-houses with thatched roofs, and a stone round table and six round stools placed in the front courtyard.

Huang Zong looked at those stone stools, then looked at the number of people in their group, and vaguely guessed that they had reached their destination.

Sure enough, the ghost leading the way pointed at those stone stools and made a hoarse, unpleasant sound: "Go there!"

"Sit!"

Hearing this tone of command, Huang Zong felt a bit dazed; how many years had it been since he heard such a tone?

Ever since he made his fortune, whether it was those coming to inspect or when he went to meet those high-status figures, everyone was mostly polite.

He, Huang Zong, had never in his life suffered... well, he could still continue to endure this bit of grievance.

The six wealthy people revealed humble smiles toward the ghost, and then sat together around the stone table.

Squeak, squeak, squeak! Just as their bottoms were settled, sounds emerged from all around the thatched huts.

Immediately, Huang Zong, Lu Daheng, and the other four were terrified to see a large number of sturdy rats appearing from all directions, gathering around them and surrounding them tightly! Fortunately, none of the six had trypophobia, otherwise they would have fainted on the spot!

"Jie-jie-jie!"

After feeling the immense pressure of being surrounded by the swarm of rats for a few seconds, a hair-raising laugh suddenly broke the suppression.

Along with the sound, the door of the thatched hut was opened.

Leaning on a cane and wearing a rat-patterned mask, Shu Daoren walked out slowly.

In the eyes of the six, the dense swarm of rats on the ground receded like a tide, clearing a path for this old cultivator, and then looked at him as if they were stars surrounding the moon.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Huang Zong and the others always felt that these large rats were human-like; the eyes with which they looked at that old cultivator were filled with awe and a trace of fanatical madness.

They saw Shu Daoren walking toward them.

Realizing that this was likely the main person in charge, the six stood up in unison and bent their waists.

With smiles on their faces, their attitude was as amiable as could be.

Su Ping swept his gaze over these six people and gripped his cane, tapping it lightly on the ground.

Instantly, a breeze blew in, blowing away the fog in the small courtyard while also causing the rat swarm to retreat outside the courtyard and disappear just as they had arrived.

"This old man is Shu Daoren of the Burial Ground, greetings to you fated ones!"

"Greetings, Immortal Master!"

Huang Zong and the others had never heard of the name Burial Ground, but that did not prevent them from making expressions and gestures as if they had heard a thunderous reputation.

At the same time, they secretly memorized every word Shu Daoren said in their hearts, preparing to analyze and study them carefully if they had the chance to return.

Furthermore, combined with the rat tide that had just occurred, this Daoist title also made them somewhat uneasy, and their movements became increasingly constrained.

Shu Daoren nodded slightly; he was not overly polite to these mortals, waving his sleeve to perform the Object Manipulation Technique in coordination with his Storage Bag, demonstrating the spell of Sleeve Universe on the spot.

This caused a teapot and six teacups to appear on the round table.

Then, with the help of the Object Manipulation Technique, the teapot floated up and poured a cup of hot tea for each of the six.

"Sit!"

At Shu Daoren's command, the six, who were still bending their waists, hurriedly responded with an "ah" and sat down.

"Do not be afraid, this old man is not a wicked person."

"Calling you fated ones here this time is just because there are some things I need help with."

Shu Daoren paused after saying this.

Sure enough, one of the six wearing a wig immediately started following the conversation:

"It is our honor that the Immortal Master has matters to find us for!"

"Immortal Master, just give your orders; even if it means losing my entire fortune, I, Xiaohuang, won't even blink!"

"That's right, I think so too; please, Immortal Master, just give your orders!"

The others were also sharp people; hearing someone speak first, they hurriedly chimed in as well, fearing that if they were too slow, they would be considered unappreciative.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the person before them, Shu Daoren, and the surrounding environment were truly out of place.

And that high and mighty locust tree with a human face, which could bring them great psychological shock just by glancing at it inadvertently.

Some of the thick-skinned ones among them would likely have already performed a 'tiger descending the mountain' and knelt on the ground, begging the Immortal Master to take them as disciples.

Even if not a Formal Disciple, a registered one would be fine; at worst, a servant would not be unacceptable! In the face of Immortal Fate, what is face worth! Looking at the expressions of the six, who were both afraid of him and filled with greedy longing for him.

Su Ping was very satisfied.

And he was also very satisfied with this Avatar of his.

This persona of Shu Daoren was very tacky; it sounded very unprofessional, and even carried a bit of sleaziness, making the first impression poor.

But in Su Ping's view, it was precisely for these reasons that he chose such a persona.

Only a persona with such a lack of pretension was suitable for interacting with these fellows before him and convenient for proposing all sorts of random requests.

In the eyes of these people, only such a tacky evil cultivator would have requests for small bosses like them, who had some strength but not much.

And they would spontaneously fill in reasons for him after encountering all sorts of strange requests.

Otherwise, if Su Ping had used the identity of Yunlai Sword Immortal to interact with these greedy merchants and then proposed various secular-related requests.

Not to mention whether the style was right, once these people went back, they would probably be whispering to themselves about how the persona had collapsed.

The same went for a great demon; something like Black Mountain Old Demon should be occupying a mountain as king, so what kind of style is it to run around asking a few small bosses for manpower and resources! When things are abnormal, there must be a demon!

And more importantly, a villainous style like that of Shu Daoren, with such low-class vibes, is more easily subconsciously perceived as narrow-minded and temperamental!

It is only reasonable that such an evil Cultivator would act like a despicable villain, shamelessly bullying the weak and taking revenge on ordinary people, isn't it? This directly plants a thorn in the hearts of these fated people in advance, ensuring they don't have the guts to point a gun at a good person from the very start.

Invisibly, this saves Su Ping a great deal of trouble!

"I have received your intentions."

"I am very satisfied with your attitude."

"Drink the tea first; it is not fine tea, but for you, it can be considered a rare Spirit Tea."

Shu Daoren waited until the crowd's echoing voices died down before speaking again.

Afterwards, Huang Zong and the others turned their gazes toward the tea in their cups.

Even from a distance, the tea smelled so fragrant! But thinking of their experiences along the way and the image of Shu Daoren.

The first words that popped into their minds were chronic poison, gu-insects, curses, and other such unpleasant terms.

However... Huang Zong glanced at Shu Daoren, who seemed to be staring at them gloomily with an increasingly cold aura, gritted his teeth, and was the first to raise his cup and drink it in one gulp.

Immediately, a warm current surged from his abdomen, making his whole body feel indescribably warm and comfortable.

The others followed suit and drank the hot tea, all of them noticing the benefits of the tea.

They did not know that this tea was brewed from tea dust sent by Loose Cultivators from Jinque City.

Su Ping had stopped drinking this low-quality Spirit Tea ever since he started Fishing.

Furthermore, as for this pot of tea, the previous few pots had already been drunk by Xiao Hei Mao and the puppy.

The psychological effect this pot could have now was likely far greater than its actual effect.

But it seemed that for these ordinary people who were coming into contact with extraordinary substances for the first time, at least in the short term, they still felt something.

After they finished the hot tea and looks of surprise appeared in their eyes.

Su Ping then continued in a deep voice:

"The reason I sought you out is that I don't have many years left to live, so, some rules can no longer restrain me!"

Hearing that this extraordinary old Cultivator didn't have many years left to live, Huang Zong and the others were not happy; instead, their backs began to chill.

An invincible person is terrifying, but an extraordinary Cultivator who is near death and dares to ignore the rules... is likely even more terrifying! They hurriedly stood up and bowed, assuming a posture of listening attentively.

"Ahem, I do not fear death, I just do not want the inheritance of the Burial Ground to be cut off."

"Therefore... on one hand, I want you to help me find people!"

"On the other hand, I intend to refine pills and craft artifacts, which also requires you to provide some material resources!"

"In exchange, you may all become Registered Disciples of my Burial Ground."

(End of this chapter)