Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Mr. Gao wailed loudly, and Song Ciwan’s thoughts raced.

Just how terrifying could a high-level deceitful entity comparable to the Divinity Transformation realm be? It was likely beyond the imagination of everyone present.

After all, among those present, there were no Innate Third Transformation experts, nor were there any Divinity Transformation Cultivators.

People always found it difficult to accurately gauge a realm they had never reached.

What’s more, within a Deceitful Realm, the deceitful entities often held a home-field advantage, while the strength of Cultivators was suppressed.

This was very dangerous, but for the living, it wasn’t a completely hopeless situation.

Take Song Ciwan’s experience in Wealth Village, for example. Back then, she was only at the Qi Transformation Stage, yet after discovering the entity’s pattern, she had been able to harm the Village Level Giant Village Chief!

Of course, the help of the Qi Refining Stage Chi Hua Fairy had been indispensable in breaking the Deceitful Realm later on. Still, Song Ciwan didn’t undervalue her own contribution; she believed her role in cracking Wealth Village had been just as crucial.

From this, she surmised that as long as one could find a loophole—or rather, a weakness—in a deceitful entity, it was possible to defeat even the most powerful ones.

Song Ciwan simply stood there, quietly watching Mr. Gao cry, while a thousand speculations surged through her mind.

After about ten minutes, as the warm sun reached its zenith, the sound of Mr. Gao’s crying began to fade.

A moment later, in the midst of his crying, he fell asleep!

That’s right—Mr. Gao had actually cried himself to sleep.

He lay curled up on his side on the damp, muddy ground, his eyes closed. His tender little face was splattered with grayish mud, and his clothes were filthy. He looked so small and pitiful.

If not for the terror they had just experienced, who would have thought this was a fearsome deceitful entity?

The students present all fell silent, looking at one another, none willing to be the first to break the silence.

Finally, Xie Yunxiang couldn’t hold back any longer. He carefully asked Song Ciwan, "Brother Xin, th-this... what should we do now?"

Song Ciwan saw that everyone’s gaze had fallen on her, Jiao Zuo’s included. She turned the question back to him. "Brother Jiao, you’ve been in the village. Why don’t you tell us what we should do?"

Jiao Zuo had been in the village, but inside, the villagers had used him like a donkey!

For Jiao Zuo, this was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation of his life.

But Jiao Zuo’s mental fortitude was truly impressive. He had previously been in utter despair, believing he was doomed to live and even die as a donkey—a fate he could never accept!

Now that Song Ciwan had rescued him and Mr. Gao’s "treatment" had restored his human form, his former wish to die had naturally faded.

It was worth noting that just after he was freed from his donkey form and was able to stand upright like a human again, Jiao Zuo’s back was still unconsciously stooped.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stand straight, but that he couldn’t.

He would never tell anyone that at that time, he was constantly fighting the urge to bend his back and get down on all fours.

He remained silent because he was constantly battling that impulse.

Later, during the conversation between Song Ciwan and Mr. Gao, Mr. Gao had repeatedly called Jiao Zuo a "donkey," while Song Ciwan deliberately avoided the word.

As they spoke, when Song Ciwan mentioned "aiding those in peril and helping those in need," and Mr. Gao then agreed with her principle of "aiding those in peril," Jiao Zuo suddenly felt the impulse that had been pressing him to stoop begin to lessen!

When the debate between Song Ciwan and Mr. Gao deepened to the point that Mr. Gao burst into tears and admitted that Song Ciwan "was right," at that very moment, Jiao Zuo truly felt a sense of relief, as if he had been freed from the shackles of the beastly path.

His body stood straighter and straighter, his spine growing more erect, and his spirits naturally soared.

He had finally been freed from the crisis of being turned into a donkey. He was human again!

Jiao Zuo wasn’t surprised that Song Ciwan called him "Brother Jiao" and knew his surname. Facing her question, he replied calmly, "In the village, I’ve seen the Gao Family’s residence."

His words were a bit cryptic, and the others didn’t yet understand his meaning.

Beside Song Ciwan, the Heaven and Earth Scale manifested once more, collecting a ball of qi: [Human desires. The joy, anxiety, and gratitude of a special Innate Second Transformation Hundred Acupoints Realm Martial Artist. Nine taels and eight maces. Exchangeable.]

This time, there wasn’t much qi, which showed that Jiao Zuo’s emotional control was far superior to Xie Yunxiang’s.

’But the qi of a Hundred Acupoints Realm Martial Artist, no matter how small the amount, should be different.’

Song Ciwan gladly accepted this ball of qi, allowing the Heaven and Earth Scale to store it away.

She looked at Jiao Zuo and said, "You mean, we should take Mr. Gao home?"

As soon as she said this, before Jiao Zuo could reply, someone in the silent group of students finally couldn’t help but speak up. "Take Mr. Gao home? This... this dei— Ai! Ptooey!"

He cut himself off, not daring to say the word "deceitful" in full.

When it came to Deceitful Realms, although each one was different, some common-sense rules were universal.

For instance, once you enter a Deceitful Realm, you must not speak of the "deceitful." This was a universal rule.

The man hadn’t been able to stop himself from uttering "dei—" and quickly slapped a hand over his own mouth. Then, he lowered his voice and said, "This one is weak right now. Shouldn’t we take this opportunity to..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture.

As the saying goes: when an enemy is sick, you take their life. With Mr. Gao asleep, wasn’t this a golden opportunity to kill him?

When the living dealt with the deceitful, there was no need for hesitation. You just had to kill them.

Once this man’s intentions were made clear, the other students present couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

Only Jiao Zuo frowned, while Xie Yunxiang hesitated, undecided.

Song Ciwan gave a light chuckle. "Everyone, don’t forget where we are and what our roles are! Students can debate with their teacher, they can question him—that is the nature of academic discourse, and has nothing to do with superiority. But can we be disrespectful?"

She asked. The other students were silent. Jiao Zuo answered, "No, we cannot."

Song Ciwan nodded. She took a step forward, preparing to bend down and pick up the sleeping Mr. Gao.

But Jiao Zuo stopped her. "Brother Xin, allow me."

With that, he strode forward without fear of the filth and bent down to lift Mr. Gao from the ground!

Mr. Gao was motionless, as endearing as any ordinary sleeping child, curled up obediently in Jiao Zuo’s arms. Only the occasional, soft sob seemed to escape him in his sleep.

It seemed he hadn’t cried his fill and was still weeping pitifully in his dreams.

And so, with Jiao Zuo carrying Mr. Gao, the white-haired students, though reluctant, no longer objected. The group returned to the village together.

The village’s name wasn’t actually Peach Blossom Village. Song Ciwan had previously called it the Peach Blossom Spring Illusion Realm simply because at first glance, it appeared beautiful and peaceful, like a legendary Peach Blossom Spring.

By the village entrance was a boundary stone inscribed with "Huai Xi Village."

A name that seemed ordinary, yet faintly carried an air of the ghostly.

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