Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

On Celestial Dragon Mountain, the stars hung low. The night sky was like a silent painting, dotted among the green shadows of the countless mountains and ravines.

Song Ciwan stood guard for the Big White Goose. Whenever its strength was about to give out and it seemed unable to fend off the Snake Demon, she would secretly inject a sliver of life force into it.

Sometimes it was a subtle wisp of Vitality, other times she would gently soothe its chaotic energy—

These were all applications of the Spirit Nurturing Technique, which allowed a master and their Spirit Beast to connect to a certain degree.

However, the Level difference between Song Ciwan and the Big White Goose was too great, so this connection was still difficult to manifest.

Song Ciwan helped the Big White Goose in secret, taking special care not to let it notice her assistance in the slightest.

After all, in the Big White Goose's heart, his Wanwan was still a bit weak and needed his protection.

Who could blame it? Song Ciwan never brought the Big White Goose along when she went on a rampage. Even when she did, she just let it sleep in the Spirit Beast Bag, which was why the Big White Goose was always so worried about her.

'If I don't work harder,' it always thought, 'who will save Wanwan when she's in danger?'

The human and the goose shared a strange sort of harmony at times.

Meanwhile, on the main road of Celestial Dragon Mountain, about ten li from the Mountain God Temple, the merchants—who had been united and helping one another—inexplicably broke into an argument.

Having come this far, the group was now very close to the summit. Everyone was mustering their remaining strength, hoping to push on and reach the peak in one last burst of effort.

There was a Mountain God Temple at the summit, a fact well known to the merchants who regularly traveled this route.

As they walked, they were already dreaming of the blissful rest they would get at the Mountain God Temple.

A voice from the group was the first to speak up. "Dammit, I'm dead tired. Climbing this Celestial Dragon Mountain feels like it's taking half my life. These slopes are more draining than the girls at Lichun Building—they suck out all your Essence, Qi, and Spirit. When we get to the Mountain God Temple and pay our respects to the Mountain God, I'm going to eat at least ten buns!"

The speaker's name was Zhang Qing. After he said this, another voice in the group hesitantly asked, "Brother Zhang, you... you go to Lichun Building often?"

The one asking was the young man who had fallen behind earlier after twisting his ankle.

The young man's name was Liao Xiu. He looked weak, but he actually had a Bone Forging Stage Cultivation and was considered one of the more capable experts in the group.

His question was rather pointed.

A tall, thin young man near Liao Xiu immediately lifted his eyelids and glanced at Zhang Qing.

The glance seemed to hold dissatisfaction, and even a hint of resentment.

Zhang Qing, ever the boor, chuckled at Liao Xiu. "Ah, Xiaoliao, your Brother Zhang... I'm a regular at Lichun Building. What? You wanna check out the place too, kid? Too young and shy to go alone? Want your big brother to take you?"

At these words, Liao Xiu's face instantly turned bright red. His complexion shifted between red and pale for a moment before he finally mustered the courage to say, "Brother Zhang, I don't go to brothels. My mother forbids it! You... you go to brothels, but does your wife let you?"

This last question set off a wave of loud laughter through the group.

Everyone found it hilarious. Only Liao Xiu didn't think it was funny, and neither, apparently, did the tall, thin young man near him.

The tall, thin young man's name was Zhou Feng. His expression was cold and grim. Though everyone was clearly laughing at Liao Xiu, Zhou Feng's anger was somehow even more palpable and intense.

It was so intense that a faint, murderous aura began to emanate from him. One by one, the laughs died down, and no one found it funny anymore.

The atmosphere grew strangely awkward. The leader of the merchants, a middle-aged man named Guo Laojiang who walked at the front, gave a hollow laugh and tried to smooth things over. "Alright, alright, you old scoundrels, what's so funny? Is Xiaoliao wrong? You should stay away from those brothels and gambling dens. Isn't there something better to do with the money you risk your lives for? Instead, you just throw it all away in those money pits. Don't you feel like you're getting ripped off?"

A lean man named Chang Wei chuckled slyly. "It's a bigger waste not to go! We risk our necks for this money. If we don't spend it on a little fun, what's the point? It's not like the missus at home is starving. We bring back plenty of silver every time. We work ourselves to the bone out here, so we're not allowed to have some fun?"

The words had barely left his mouth when Zhou Feng, who had been silent with a grim expression, finally spoke. "You bring back silver, so you think that makes you a good husband? That you've done right by your family?"

Chang Wei was baffled. "Of course it does! Every coin we earn is with our blood and sweat! I earn money to support my family, how is that not doing right by them—"

Before he could finish, Zhou Feng suddenly erupted.

His hand blurred to his waist, and the brilliant flash of a blade cut a shining arc through the air.

SWISH!

It was as fast as lightning. The next moment, a line of blood spurted from the middle of Chang Wei's lean torso.

Then, the line of blood shot out, splattering onto several companions standing near him.

The moment the spray of blood blurred everyone's vision, Chang Wei's body split in two, falling apart to the ground with two heavy thuds.

More blood gushed out, and a few screams erupted from those closest to the scene.

But it wasn't over.

Zhou Feng's movements were not only fast but also fluid.

While everyone stood stunned, completely unable to react, Zhou Feng's blade, having completed its arc, wheeled around in mid-air and swiftly descended upon Zhang Qing, who was standing right next to Chang Wei.

This was the second part of the Sword Drawing Technique. Before the Sword Qi from the first strike had dissipated, the second move rose to meet it like a surging wave.

In an instant, Zhang Qing was also struck.

Just like with Chang Wei, a line of blood first appeared across Zhang Qing's body.

A thin stream of blood burst forth. Zhang Qing was slightly stronger than Chang Wei; he managed to turn his head, his eyes wide, and ask Zhou Feng, "Why..."

After he forced out that one difficult word, CRACK!

First, Zhang Qing's lips burst open, followed by his head and his torso.

THUD! THUD!

Zhang Qing was also split vertically in two. The two halves of his body fell away from each other, thudding onto the ground.

Zhang Qing didn't live to hear Zhou Feng's answer, but Zhou Feng gave one anyway.

He said in a low, cold voice, "While you were having fun in the brothel, did you know your wife was being abused at home? While you were squandering your money at the gambling den, did you know someone was out in the snow and wind, wearing a jacket stuffed with reeds, washing clothes by a frozen river to earn a bit of money? If you won't act like a human being, then you might as well not be one!"

Zhang Qing couldn't hear these words, and neither could Chang Wei.

But the other merchants who did hear them had scattered to different positions, and without a word, they formed a circle around Zhou Feng.

Each of them reached for the weapon at their waist, their gazes fixed on Zhou Feng with varying expressions.

For a moment, the tension was palpable.

Guo Laojiang's voice was hoarse. "Zhou Feng, is this your reason for killing them?"

Zhou Feng gripped the blade in his hand tightly, holding it at his side.

He said, "Isn't it enough?"

Guo Laojiang said, "Last year, when we were passing through Thunder Rain Marsh, you were bitten by an Iron-toothed Crocodile. It was Zhang Qing who saved you. You have no parents, only a younger brother at home. With no one to look after you, it was Zhang Qing who took you into his home and cared for you diligently.

None of us here come from wealthy families. We all have our own hardships. We all know each other's struggles and difficulties; that's why we stick together.

But now, you've suddenly attacked and killed our companions on the road. Whatever your reason, do you really think you were right to do this?"

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