Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Song Ciwan had used the Samadhi True Fire to eliminate the Tiger-headed People's curse, and in that instant, the tide of battle had decisively turned.

The Tiger-headed People shrieked in rage and disbelief. "You have the Samadhi True Fire? Impossible! How is that possible?"

Before the words had even faded, the Mountain God Statue, which had been trembling nonstop, suddenly vanished in mid-shake.

The next moment, the Mountain God Statue appeared directly in Song Ciwan's hands!

The scene was actually quite bizarre. The Mountain God Statue was about the height of a person, an imposing effigy a full two meters tall.

And while Song Ciwan wasn't short, she had the build of an ordinarily tall woman, standing at about one meter seventy.

A woman of one meter seventy holding a massive, two-meter-tall statue in her palm—at first glance, it was hard to tell if she was holding the statue, or if a person had "grown" out from under it.

But none of that was important right now. At the same time, as the statue moved from its place, the dark golden barrier of light above the Mountain God Temple finally dissipated.

RUMBLE!

Beneath the sea of thunder, the Mountain God Temple collapsed in an instant with a tremendous CRASH.

Amidst a roar of fury, the phantom of the Tiger-headed People on the temple roof plummeted into the ruins of the Mountain God Temple.

Simultaneously, more than ten figures came dashing out of the dust and smoke of the ruins.

To be precise, there were eleven figures in total: Guo Laojiang and the ten other members of his caravan!

As the eleven of them rushed out of the temple, their faces were etched with all sorts of peculiar expressions.

There was terror, surprise, confusion, pain... an indescribable, complex mixture of emotions.

Guo Laojiang, in particular, turned to look at the Mountain God Temple collapsing under the lightning, and two streams of bloody tears fell from his eyes.

The next moment, all of the "people" began to weep tears of blood.

Vivid, crimson tear tracks streamed down the eleven men's deathly pale faces, tracing paths across their collars and trickling down into their clothes.

It seemed as if their clothes were empty inside. Though they were eleven able-bodied men, standing there before the Mountain God Temple, every "one" of them gave off the strange impression of a person swaying within their clothes.

If a beautiful maiden were "swaying in her clothes," it would be a sign of delicate, fragile beauty. But when eleven burly men "swayed in their clothes," it only made an observer feel that beneath their garments, there was no longer the flesh and blood a living person should have!

Beneath those clothes, there might have been a withered husk of a body, or perhaps, nothing more than a skeleton...

By now it was perfectly clear—these eleven were not human at all!

So, if not human, what were they?

The Big White Goose flapped its wings again, letting out a loud "SKRAWNK! SKRAWNK!"

But this time, it was no longer a cry of fear, but a defiant, challenging cry, full of fighting spirit!

Song Ciwan, still holding the Big White Goose, gently patted its back to soothe it.

The ocean of thunder had not yet subsided, but it deliberately avoided the eleven "people" who had rushed out of the Mountain God Temple.

Strangely enough, after the Mountain God Temple collapsed, even though the ruins were a mess and the Tiger-headed People had vanished, the scattered debris of the temple somehow remained intact under the constant rain of thunder, not yet pulverized into dust by the lightning that filled the sky.

Guo Laojiang and the other "people" stared blankly at the Mountain God Temple under the thunderstorm. After their bloody tears ran dry, Guo Laojiang suddenly turned his head, gave Song Ciwan a wry smile, and said, "So the young lady is such a formidable figure from an Immortal Family. No wonder you were unwilling to enter the Mountain God Temple."

Song Ciwan did not reply. The Big White Goose honked, "HONK! HONK!" maintaining an extreme wariness and hostility toward Guo Laojiang and these other non-human entities.

Song Ciwan gently stroked the goose's back, a gesture that seemed both soothing and permissive.

Seeing that Song Ciwan remained silent, Guo Laojiang clasped his fists, suddenly bent at the waist, and gave her a deep, profound bow.

"My apologies, Fairy," Guo Laojiang said sincerely. "We did not intend to deceive you. It was only because we were blind to your true nature and mistook you for a mortal girl that we invited you so insistently.

"But we had no ill intent. We have wives and children, sons and daughters of our own. Seeing a young lady like you traveling alone, we couldn't help but worry a little. We were being meddlesome. I beg you, Fairy, please don't hold it against us.

"As for not revealing that we weren't human, it wasn't malicious deception, either. We were just worried we'd frighten you... If you don't believe me, Fairy, please don't blame the others. Just punish me alone!"

As he spoke, he bowed even lower.

Song Ciwan said, "You're all dead. How could you still have wives and children at home?"

Her words cut straight to the bone. They were exceptionally harsh.

This immediately provoked the hot-tempered Chang Wei, who shot back, "So what if we're dead? We were human when we were alive! And since we were human, what's so strange about having wives and children?"

Song Ciwan said, "The living and the dead walk different paths. Since you have died, the wives and children of your former lives are naturally no longer your wives and children..."

"Bullshit!" Chang Wei roared furiously. "What nonsense is that? We may be ghosts, but you're more heartless than any ghost! You... you... you... You're a Cultivator, high and mighty, and with a single word you sever us from our wives and children, from our families! By what right?"

As he went on, his fury subsided, replaced by a sorrow that rose from the depths of his heart.

Thinking about how he was, after all, dead, and now separated from his family and the Mortal World by the veil of life and death, he could no longer hold back his grief.

His voice choked with sobs as two more streams of bloody tears flowed down his cheeks.

This display of emotion seemed to move Song Ciwan. She no longer spoke of the different paths for the living and the dead. With a sigh, she said, "My apologies. I was out of line. I was just wondering, how did you all die, and why do you linger here at this Mountain God Temple? Humans have their path, and spirits have theirs. Lingering like this is likely not good for the living or for yourselves."

Chang Wei wiped away a handful of bloody tears. "I was killed by my own brother," he said. "I can't accept it. My Resentment is too great to be quelled. I can't help but linger."

Indeed, sometimes when spirits lingered in the Mortal World, it wasn't necessarily their conscious "intention." Or rather, it wasn't their explicit intention, but their implicit instinct.

As long as their Resentment remained, their instinct was difficult to overcome.

But there was still something very strange about Guo Laojiang and his ten companions.

Ordinarily, when a mortal died and became a spirit, they would initially be a Gray Travel Level spirit.

Gray Travel Level spirits could not possess full consciousness. This type of spirit was like a chaotic mass of Resentment, drifting aimlessly between heaven and earth.

They often didn't know their own origins, let alone who they were in their past lives or where they were supposed to go.

Spirits like Guo Laojiang and his men, who were low-Level yet fully conscious, were practically unheard of.

At least, Song Ciwan had never heard of or seen such a thing.

To be honest, when she first arrived at the Mountain God Temple, Song Ciwan had seen at a glance that the men in the temple were not human.

She hadn't shown it at the time, but she had, in fact, been surprised.

Song Ciwan asked Chang Wei and the others for the cause of their deaths. After having a good cry, Chang Wei began to describe it in detail.

He said, "Since you ask, Fairy, please be the judge for us. At the time, I just made a few boasts that weren't pleasant to hear, and my own brother cut me down with his blade! What kind of justice is that? Was my crime really so heinous that I deserved to die?"

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