Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

On Celestial Dragon Mountain, Song Ciwan and Tushan Keji spoke as they walked.

Tushan Keji kept raising the stakes of his bet, but Song Ciwan didn’t interrupt. She only said, "Fellow Daoist, please continue."

She gave Tushan Keji the chance to speak, and his tone was soft and slow as he alluringly said, "A handful of Kunshan’s mist is but an appetizer. Fellow Daoist, on the Immortal Holy Mountain in the Supreme Profound Heaven, a Soul Reviving Fruit is produced once every three thousand years. If we add this to the wager, are you still unwilling to bet?"

The Soul Reviving Fruit!

Although Song Ciwan was a self-taught Cultivator and her knowledge of the world was often lacking, she had still heard of the Soul Reviving Fruit.

As its name implied, the fruit’s power lay in its ability to bring the dead back to life.

Even if one had been dead for a hundred years, leaving behind nothing but a skeleton, the Soul Reviving Fruit’s medicinal power could cause the dry bones to grow new flesh and blood, allowing the Soul Spirit to return to the body.

The Soul Reviving Fruit was undoubtedly a sacred treasure of the Demon Race, a sight rarely seen in the Mortal World!

Of course, as for whether the Soul Reviving Fruit would still work if one’s body had been crushed to dust and scattered... that, Song Ciwan didn’t know.

She simply replied to Tushan Keji once more, "No bet."

Just two simple words, spoken lightly, yet with utter finality.

Not even Kunshan’s mist combined with the Soul Reviving Fruit could tempt her! She hadn’t shown the slightest hesitation, rejecting the offer so easily and directly.

Tushan Keji was stunned for a moment before his gaze turned grave. He said, "From the Snow Melting Abyss, thirty feet of Dragon Tendon from a Chi Dragon, which can be used to forge a Spiritual Artifact."

Song Ciwan said, "No bet."

Tushan Keji took a sharp breath. "From the Flower Spirits of Leyou Mountain, a pint of Hundred Flowers Immortal Brew. Drinking it can increase one’s Cultivation by a hundred years."

Song Ciwan said, "No bet."

Tushan Keji let out a dry laugh. "Then I’ll add a Spirit Void Feather from a Golden-winged Roc."

Song Ciwan still said, "No bet."

...

With each consecutive "no bet," Tushan Keji’s emotions escalated, but Song Ciwan’s answer remained firm.

At this point, their exchange was no longer an ordinary conversation, but another form of invisible contest.

Tushan Keji turned to look at Song Ciwan. In the glow of the setting sun, his gaze seemed cloaked in starlight, appearing gentle and refined on the surface but blazing with vigorous intensity beneath.

His Demonic Power stirred in the mountain wind, as steep, treacherous, and fraught with hidden danger as the cliffside path itself.

Song Ciwan was like bamboo in the gale. The evening wind whipped at the hem of her robes, and like a stalk of bamboo, she seemed to sway yet remained firmly rooted and unmoving.

Fox Demons love to debate the Dao; their every move is a discourse on its principles.

They debate it when they sit, and they debate it when they walk.

Their Dao is insidious, and their every action is an attack on the heart.

In a way, the Fox Demon’s methods were surprisingly similar to Song Ciwan’s own Void Illusion Demon Sword.

Of course, compared to the Void Illusion Demon Sword, the Fox Demon’s debate on the Dao was gentler in its approach but more perilous in its essence.

The human and the demon stared at each other, their gazes crossing for a fleeting, intense moment. Tushan Keji suddenly retracted his gaze and said slowly, "Fellow Daoist, you only say ’no bet.’ Is it because you fear you cannot produce a wager of equal value?"

Song Ciwan smiled faintly. "Since you’ve brought it up, Fellow Daoist, you must already have an idea of what my stake should be. If that’s the case, then please, enlighten me."

Tushan Keji said, "If you win, Fellow Daoist, all the treasures I mentioned will be yours. My wager is set; it will only increase, never decrease. And if you lose, I will not make things difficult for you. You need only promise to do three things for me."

In other words, Tushan Keji wanted to use a pile of priceless treasures to trade for three of Song Ciwan’s promises!

Could Song Ciwan’s promises possibly be comparable in value to those treasures? Was this wager worth it?

In Song Ciwan’s own view, it was certainly worth it to him. It was far *too* good a deal, in fact, which was precisely why she would never agree to this bet.

But as she had thought before, the reason she was willing to hear out Tushan Keji’s wager was not so she could weigh the pros and cons before deciding. It was simply her way of meeting his challenge head-on!

Her opponent had made his move. If Song Ciwan had refused to even listen, it would have been an evasion, a retreat without a fight. Even if she won that way, it would have been a false victory.

Her willingness to listen, her daring to listen—that showed her poise, her perspective, her confidence.

And by listening and still refusing with conviction, Song Ciwan had already won this contest without a fight.

Tushan Keji’s offer of "three promises" was, without a doubt, truly enticing.

On the surface, it seemed like a no-risk proposition for Song Ciwan—

She was not well-known in Great Zhou, whereas Tushan Keji was a Celestial Pride of the Demon Race. For someone of his stature to be willing to wager such lavish treasures for her promises—from another perspective, wasn’t this proof of how highly Tushan Keji regarded her?

Were it anyone else, even if they wouldn’t feel compelled to die for one who appreciated them so, they would likely have been moved by the Fox Demon’s gesture.

Or if not moved, they would at least develop a favorable impression.

Yet Song Ciwan remained unmoved. But just as she was about to open her mouth to refuse again, Tushan Keji added, "Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. The three requests I make will never violate the principles of the Human Race, nor will I force you to do the impossible. With that, are you still unwilling to bet?"

This was more than a no-risk proposition; this was Tushan Keji practically emptying his own pockets, trying by every means possible to hand-deliver treasures to Song Ciwan.

Of course, it was possible that Song Ciwan could lose the bet. But even if she did, it seemed she would not have to pay any significant price.

How could she refuse such a good deal?

Song Ciwan raised her eyebrows slightly. Just as she was about to speak, Tushan Keji said, "Fellow Daoist, I can add one more thing to my wager: the Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact, the Senluo Sword."

The Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact, the Senluo Sword!

So Tushan Keji had a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact on him as well, and he was even willing to put this treasure up as a stake!

On Celestial Dragon Mountain, the evening clouds slowly descended, as if about to fall upon the two figures walking on the path.

Song Ciwan shook her head and answered Tushan Keji, "Fellow Daoist, I do not bet."

The moment she finished speaking, Tushan Keji let out a clear, loud laugh from across from her.

It was as if he had been prepared for this. He formed a sword-finger with his right hand, pointed down the mountain path, and said, "I have heard a sage of the Human Race once say, ’Fish is what I want; bear paw is also what I want. If I cannot have both, I will let the fish go and take the bear paw.’

"’Life is what I want; righteousness is also what I want. If I cannot have both, I will let life go and choose righteousness!’ I have always found this difficult to understand. Why does the Human Race place the concept of ’righteousness’ before life itself? When faced with life and death, shouldn’t it be that nothing is more important than survival?

"Fellow Daoist, is this ’righteousness’ of yours truly so important?"

As he spoke, a flash of sword light shot out from his fingertip.

The sword light was so fast it was like a river of stars falling from the heavens, or a white steed flashing past a crack in a door—gone in an instant.

As the sword light appeared, a mystical wind howled, and it felt as if countless points of killing intent had spread out like stars in the sky.

If this sword strike landed, any pedestrians on the mountain path below would be unable to avoid it. They would surely die.

More accurately, how could this possibly be a sword strike meant for mere mortals?

Even a Divinity Transformation Expert of the Mortal World would not ordinarily be able to withstand such a blow.

This strike not only came from the hand of the Celestial Pride Level Fox Demon, Tushan Keji, but what he had unleashed with a casual flick of his hand was no ordinary Sword Technique. It was his Spiritual Artifact, the Senluo Sword!

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