Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Song Ciwan walked behind Old Jin, carefully observing the great hall of the Seeking Immortal Tower.

The hall was incredibly spacious. To begin with, there was the dome.

Looking up, the dome seemed both real and like a boundless, empty cosmos. Its infinite height inspired an inexplicable sense of mystery and awe in all who gazed upon it.

The hall was octagonal, with towering pillars covered in strange runes standing at each corner. A ring of light floated beside each pillar, and at a glance, it was difficult to tell what they were for.

But in the very center of the hall, there was a huge, inverted Yin Yang Diagram!

One black, one white. The two Yin-Yang Fish intertwined, tightly forming a circle.

From the eye of the black Yin fish grew a pristine white dragon head, like a sculpture of ice, attached to a ten-foot-long neck. From the eye of the white Yang fish grew a pitch-black dragon head, like the Abyss itself, with a neck of the same length.

The two necks coiled upright. When someone stepped into the hall and their footsteps echoed, the black and white dragon heads suddenly swiveled in unison.

HISSS—!

The dragon heads hissed. Two heads, two pairs of draconic eyes, fixed their gaze on Old Jin, who was walking ahead.

Old Jin’s legs immediately went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees right then and there.

Of course, this time he didn’t actually kneel.

He just stood there on wobbly legs, trembling for a long while before placing a hand on his lower back and forcing himself to stand straight. He then walked before the two dragon heads in the center of the hall, bowed with his fists clasped, and said, "Disciple Jin Yu of Yanling Town, having severed my mortal ties today, has come to turn in my Foundation Establishment mission. I ask the two envoys to appraise it."

These two dragon heads grew out of the Tai Chi Diagram on the floor. They seemed to be living creatures, yet also mechanical creations.

But if they were mechanical, they possessed a lifelike vitality that only living things should have. In short, they had an indescribable, shocking power.

As Old Jin spoke to them with clasped fists, the Black Dragon Head let out a strange, hissing screech. It wasn’t the roar of a dragon, but the hiss of a snake, or perhaps some kind of bizarre, mocking laugh that made one’s scalp tingle.

The White Dragon Head, however, leaned forward slightly. Its mouth opened, and it unexpectedly spoke in a gentle human voice.

It was a female voice, one that soothed the soul just by hearing it. The voice slowly said, "Jin Yu, a resident of Yanling Town. Since you were five years old, you have harbored the ambition of Seeking Immortality. You started a family at fifteen, then accepted a Foundation Establishment mission. For thirty years, you have swept the streets without slackening. Today, you severed your mortal ties and kowtowed to ascend the tower. You are eligible to receive a Silver Flower Level Foundation Establishment Pill."

The moment the White Dragon Head finished speaking, the Black Dragon Head beside it stretched its neck over, hissing strangely and repeating, "Silver Flower Level Foundation Establishment Pill, Silver Flower Level Foundation Establishment Pill, HEE HEE HEE, HISSS HISSS HISSS..."

The Black Dragon Head’s voice sounded male, but it was extremely stiff and bizarre, nothing like the White Dragon Head’s gentle and pleasant tone.

’Song Ciwan had thought the Black Dragon Head couldn’t speak human language.’

’Of course, with a voice like that, it would be better if it couldn’t speak at all. It was just too awful to listen to.’

This pair of bizarre dragon heads in the Seeking Immortal Tower was truly beyond imagination.

Up ahead, Old Jin sounded both happy and melancholic as he said, "A Silver Flower Level Foundation Establishment Pill? So it’s a Silver Flower Level Foundation Establishment Pill..."

It was hard to tell if he was sad or happy, but the back he had previously forced straight now relaxed a little more naturally.

The White Dragon Head said gently, "Yes. Go take the Foundation Establishment Pill, then choose a Cultivation Room and focus on consuming the pill and your Cultivation."

The Black Dragon Head hissed bizarrely, "Consume the pill, Cultivation, HEE HEE HEE, HISSS HISSS HISSS..."

As the two dragon heads finished speaking, one of the rings of light beside the staggered pillars around the hall suddenly began to glow with exceptional brightness.

The next moment, an exquisitely carved silver box materialized out of thin air in the center of the ring.

Without a doubt, that silver box must contain Old Jin’s Foundation Establishment Pill.

Old Jin’s eyes widened like copper gongs. He gave another quick bow to the black and white dragon heads, then strode quickly toward the silver box.

Everything went smoothly. Old Jin retrieved the silver box easily, without any hindrance.

He stood there holding the box, stunned for a moment, his thoughts unreadable.

A moment later, Old Jin turned, clasped his fists at Song Ciwan who was standing near the hall’s entrance, and chuckled. "Fellow Daoist, it looks like I, Old Jin, am one step ahead of you again. Farewell."

Honestly, Song Ciwan really didn’t understand why he kept saying such competitive and awkward things to her.

But at the same time, Song Ciwan received a mass of energy from Old Jin: [Human desires: a mortal’s jealousy, fury, and bewilderment. Weight: two jin and three taels. Tradable.]

The Heaven and Earth Scale, it seemed, sometimes doubled as an emotion detector.

What else could Song Ciwan say? She could only give another slight nod. "After you."

To Song Ciwan, everything in the Seeking Immortal Tower required scrutiny and vigilance. Old Jin thought he was getting a step ahead, but in her eyes, this good man was merely scouting the way for her.

Old Jin snorted. This time, he didn’t hesitate. He clutched his silver box and strode proudly into a ring of light behind him and to the side.

He then said to the pair of dragon heads on the Yin-Yang Fish, "Esteemed envoys, this disciple requests the use of Cultivation Room Yellow-26."

The White Dragon Head’s voice was still gentle. "I wish you success in your Foundation Establishment, Fellow Daoist. Please proceed."

The Black Dragon Head hissed in repetition, "Please proceed, HEH HEH HEH, HISSS HISSS HISSS..."

A soft female voice and a bizarre male voice intertwined in the great hall. One light, one heavy, echoing back and forth. It was indescribably strange.

As their voices faded, a band of light flashed across Old Jin’s body inside the ring. The next moment, he vanished.

It was obvious the ring of light possessed the power of Teleportation. It could transport not just objects, but people as well!

In Song Ciwan’s experience, this kind of Teleportation Array was more advanced than what was available in the Great Zhou Cultivation Realm. At least, as far as she knew, she had never seen this type of teleportation method widely used there.

’Of course, it was also possible that her own knowledge was simply too limited.’

’There were plenty of things she had never seen, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist.’

Song Ciwan was very interested in these teleportation rings. She silently observed and carefully sensed the fluctuations they emitted while in operation as she walked slowly toward the Yin-Yang Fish in the center of the hall.

The fluctuations from the ring of light were brief. After sensing them for a moment, Song Ciwan arrived before the Yin-Yang Fish.

She followed his example, clasping her fists and bowing politely. "Junior Song Qiu has come to receive a Foundation Establishment mission. I ask the two envoys for their instructions."

Song Qiu was a name Song Ciwan had picked at random.

A new face, a new name. It meant nothing special, other than a commitment to being ever-changing.

The Black and White Dragon Heads spun wildly above the Yin-Yang Fish. As they turned, the Black Dragon Head let out a series of ferocious, angry hisses. The White Dragon Head, however, remained gentle and refined. After a moment, the soft female voice said, "Song Qiu, a Female Cultivator from the Mortal World. Your Foundation Establishment mission is to enter the Demon Realm and pick thirty stalks of five-hundred-year-old Luming Grass."

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