Aiming for the Immortal Path

In front of the two of them, an old man with messy white hair on his head and a slightly slovenly appearance was looking at a delicate figure in front of him with a smile on his face.

The figure has a delicate face and a resolute and courageous look in his eyes.

The aura on his body is slightly similar to that of the well-dressed boy, but it is obviously far better than the well-dressed boy, but he is a monk in the Nascent Soul stage.

After returning to his senses, he looked at the three people in front of him, the delicate figures showing gratitude.

Before he could speak, he saw the white-haired old man smiling and raising his hand, and a wooden box half a man's height fell in front of the person in front of him.

The lid of the wooden box was opened, and pieces of low-grade spiritual crystals were piled up throughout the box, with many middle-grade spiritual crystals mixed in among them.

"Huh? Elder Bai... what does this mean?"

The delicate figure raised her eyelids lightly and hurriedly asked.

The white-haired old man smiled and said: "These spiritual crystals are not of much use to me, the Night Clan. But they are of great benefit to my fellow Taoists in their cultivation. I hope they can help my fellow Taoists practice more smoothly in the future."

The delicate figure waved her hands repeatedly and said hurriedly: "No... I can't have it! If the Night Clan hadn't come to help this time, Zhong would have died long ago and become an unknown withered skeleton in the Shiwan Mine."

"There is no repayment for the life-saving grace! Not to mention, these days, healing in the Night Clan consumes a lot of spiritual crystal resources."

"Besides, Zhong has a low status in the world of immortality. He came to Shiwan Mine because of his livelihood. If he really takes these spiritual crystals out, he will be targeted immediately."

His eyes swept over and over from the box filled with spiritual crystals in front of him, and the delicate figure couldn't help but swallow.

There are so many spiritual crystals, and at her Nascent Soul Stage cultivation level, she may not be able to collect the cultivation resources worth these spiritual crystals in her lifetime.

To say that I am not moved would be an absolute lie.

But the problem is that he has received a lot of help from the Night Clan. If you continue to accept these spiritual crystals, you will feel uneasy. \u003c

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Furthermore, how to take away so many spiritual crystals smoothly is also a problem.

I came to the Shiwan Mine to mine, and even though I had not been able to seal the realm of cultivation, I could not bring back all the storage treasures I had with me.

If you carry so many spiritual crystals with you, you will definitely be watched.

"Friend Zhong Dao, don't worry. This storage ring is a special storage weapon specially made by our Night Clan. Although the space is not large, it has the effect of avoiding being explored."

The white-haired old man still had a smile on his face, as if he could see the worry in the people in front of him. As he spoke, he placed an ordinary-looking ring engraved with simple patterns on the wooden box.

His eyes fell on the ordinary-looking storage ring, and the delicate figure's breathing stagnated again.

But after a brief hesitation, he gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"This...can't do it! If you want these spiritual crystals, Zhong will feel uneasy. If he practices in the future, it will even harm his state of mind!"

After that, he simply closed his eyes, his body trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth and stopped looking at the things in front of him.

Cultivation resources that are out of reach in a lifetime are right in front of you, and they are at your fingertips.

It is not easy for any monk to refuse.

"Friend Zhong Dao has such a state of mind, which shows that I, the Night Clan, have not misjudged the person."

"You can accept these spiritual crystals with confidence, Daoyou Zhong. After all, if Daoyou Zhong succeeds in cultivation as soon as possible, he will be able to help the Night Clan as soon as possible."

"I just hope that fellow Daoist Zhong will succeed in his cultivation in the future, and don't forget to return to the Night Clan and relieve the people of the Night Clan from their many years of suffering and calamity."

Taking a deep breath, the white-haired old man spoke solemnly and affectionately.

In the distance, Su Twelve, who stopped to watch, saw this scene, his eyebrows moved slightly, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

This scene seemed familiar to him.

When he was in the Night Clan, he accidentally refined the Night Clan's most precious treasure, the God's Thunder Ring. The Night Clan was not angry, but instead gave him and Ren Ze a large number of spiritual crystals before leaving.

Those spiritual crystals may not mean anything to his net worth.

But for other monks, it is rare and can be called a massive cultivation resource.

At this moment, the content of what the white-haired old man said may be different from what he said back then, but what he did was undoubtedly the same.

"Sure enough, the Night Clan can devote so many cultivation resources, and its foundation cannot be underestimated."

"And what I did back then was just as I expected. It was not just for me. It was for all those who accidentally come into contact with the Night Clan. As long as they have decent conduct, they will receive gifts from the Night Clan."

"Haha, there are so many fates in this world. Today... it confirms what I guessed back then."

The brows were twitching, and Su Twelve was thinking secretly, but the expression on his face was calm.

He was not dissatisfied at all with what the Ye Clan had done, but instead felt a sense of admiration.

More than a hundred years have passed since I left that year.

Su Twelve had no way of knowing how many monks had received help from the Night Clan before him.

Struggling in this dark underground space, in order to resolve their own disaster, the Night Clan still insists on doing things even though they know there will be no reward.

Doing your best to seize every hope shows the value of life.

The thought flashed across his mind, and he decided to give up the simplest and most direct way to retrieve the ghost, and instead took the risk of searching for the Nine Nether Blood Lotus. At this moment, Su Twelve felt more and more calm.

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Of course.

In sight.

As the white-haired old man spoke these words, the delicate figure was immediately moved.

Looking at the people of the Night Clan in front of him and the Night Clan city standing in the darkness behind him with a face full of emotion, his eyes gradually became firm and resolute.

After a moment, the handsome figure nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, Elder Bai, Zhong Shenxiu will never forget the great kindness of the Night Clan this time!"

"Zhong Shenxiu swears here that he will return here after his cultivation and do his best to solve the difficulties of the Night Clan for many years. If you violate this oath, you will be punished by heaven and earth!"

Halfway through the words, the handsome figure resolutely stretched out three fingers to the sky and made a decisive oath on the spot.

The white-haired old man was secretly happy when he saw this, but his face was anxious. Just as the voice of the person in front of him fell.

He hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist Zhong, there is no need to be like this. We, the Night Clan, can absolutely trust you."

"There is not much that Zhong can do now. This much can make me feel a little more comfortable. Otherwise, I really don't know how to face it and be treated well by the Night Clan again."

Zhong Shenxiu spoke calmly, and his eyes fell on the box full of spirit crystals on the ground.

Without waiting for the white-haired old man to speak again, he urged his true energy with his palm, picked up the storage ring above the box, and put the whole box of spirit crystals into the storage ring.

Then he continued to speak: "Elder Bai, Second Elder, the mountain is high and the road is long, Zhong will go ahead!"

After the words fell, there was no more hesitation in his eyes, he turned around and walked quickly towards the outside of the city.

Not long after, weak spatial fluctuations emerged around him, and he disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Alas... I hope that this fellow Daoist Zhong can really cultivate successfully in the future and come back to save the people of my Night Clan from the water and fire!"

Seeing Zhong Shenxiu leave, the white-haired old man's face darkened, he sighed, and turned to look at the woman in black clothes beside him.