Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

"Master, ten Blood Spirit Pills are not just difficult, they are harder than ascending to heaven! Even if I am an elder of the Ghost Dao Sect, I still can't get ten Blood Spirit Pills," Han Wuming said with a bitter face, finding it difficult.

"Hmm, why is that?" Chen Tian asked, puzzled.

Han Wuming sighed and said, "Alas, Master, let me put it this way, do you even know what these Blood Spirit Pills are?"

"I don't know," Chen Tian shook his head honestly and said, "I only know they are very precious."

"Yes, Master, these Blood Spirit Pills are very precious, extremely precious, unbelievably precious! Because each Blood Spirit Pill requires the blood of three thousand young boys and girls, as well as countless natural treasures to condense!" Han Wuming said, still with a distressed look on his face.

"What? The blood of three thousand young boys and girls?" Chen Tian couldn't help but gasp when he heard this.

He only knew that the Blood Spirit Pills were precious, but he didn't expect that each one would require such a high price!

"Yes, Master, each Blood Spirit Pill requires three thousand young boys and girls, and ten pills would require thirty thousand young boys and girls. Such a price is hard for even me, an elder of the Ghost Dao Sect, to obtain," Han Wuming complained.

Chen Tian fell into deep thought after hearing this. If that was really the case, then his request for ten pills was indeed a bit excessive.

Han Wuming was shocked when he saw this and raised another finger, "Two… two…"

"Han Wuming, are you getting senile? Do you want to think about it again?" As he spoke, several more bolts of purple lightning appeared in Chen Tian's pupils, dancing and flashing brilliantly.

When Han Wuming saw this, he seemed to recall the pain of being struck by lightning deep in his soul, and his whole body couldn't help but shiver.

Helpless, Han Wuming could only grit his teeth, raise another finger, and say bitterly, "Three… only three pills, I really can't get any more."

Seeing Han Wuming report this number, the purple lightning in Chen Tian's eyes immediately disappeared, revealing a hint of a smile. He nodded and said, "Alright, I won't continue to make things difficult for you. Three pills it is. Go and get them for me, and I will go to the back hall to meditate in seclusion."

Chen Tian laughed loudly and then walked towards the back hall of the main hall with his clothes fluttering.

Seeing this, Han Wuming couldn't help but grit his teeth and thought to himself, "This demon!"

At this time, Han Wuming completely understood why Chen Tian didn't choose to cultivate elsewhere, but specifically chose the Ghost Dao Sect!

He must be using Han Wuming's identity as an elder of the Ghost Dao Sect to constantly provide him with pills, spiritual herbs, and other items to help him cultivate!

It must be said that Chen Tian's move was truly ingenious.

Originally, Han Wuming was overjoyed when he heard Chen Tian say he was going to the Ghost Dao Sect, thinking that returning to his old nest would allow him to thrive and have more opportunities to think about how to get rid of Chen Tian and regain his freedom.

But what Han Wuming never expected was that his wishful thinking was completely wrong.

Chen Tian came to the Ghost Dao Sect entirely to rely on Han Wuming's identity to search for pills and items to improve his cultivation.

Han Wuming originally thought Chen Tian was stupid, but now he realized that Chen Tian was not stupid at all, and the truly stupid one was himself.

Now it seemed that Chen Tian must have planned everything out before daring to come to the Ghost Dao Sect so openly. He was not afraid that Han Wuming would suddenly have ulterior motives against him, and he must have some backup plan to deal with Han Wuming.

Han Wuming originally wanted to tell his three other fellow disciples, who were also in the Transformation Spring Realm, about what had happened to him, and ask them to help him think of a solution.

But based on the current situation, Chen Tian had probably already planned for this, so Han Wuming had to give up on this idea.

After all, he couldn't be sure what Chen Tian would do to him if he really told them about this matter.

So, for the sake of safety, Han Wuming felt that it was better to wait for now.

Thinking this way, the excitement in Han Wuming's heart vanished in an instant, and he could only walk out of the hall dejectedly.

What Han Wuming didn't know was that just as he left the main hall, Chen Tian, who was sitting on a futon in the back hall, meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the entrance of the main hall and said coldly, "Hmph, I'll give you credit for reacting quickly and dispelling the idea of harming me in time, otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to spare you!"

After saying that, Chen Tian stopped speaking and began to think about the events of the past few days!

To be honest, since killing Pan Xingyu and Lin Chen in succession that night, Chen Tian had not been able to find a suitable time to concentrate on cultivation.

One reason was that he had to escape from the Immortal Feather Sect as soon as possible, and the other was that he had to transport Xiaolong's body back to Lufeng Town.

Both of these things prevented Chen Tian from having time.

But now it was different. After coming to the Ghost Dao Sect, Chen Tian no longer had any worries and could cultivate in peace.

After all, Han Wuming would handle everything, so Chen Tian didn't have to worry, and the pills and other items needed for cultivation could be easily obtained through Han Wuming's identity as an elder of the Ghost Dao Sect.

It was because of these reasons that Chen Tian was determined to come to the Ghost Dao Sect to cultivate.

But this did not mean that everything was foolproof, and there were still certain risks.

And the biggest risk was that Chen Tian was not sure whether Han Wuming would betray him after returning to his old nest.

Although Chen Tian was confident that if Han Wuming really rebelled, he could easily kill him, Chen Tian was not sure that he could safely retreat from the Ghost Dao Sect's encirclement after killing Han Wuming.

So, coming to the Ghost Dao Sect to cultivate, although seemingly a very convenient choice, was also an extremely dangerous decision.

Fortunately, after observing Han Wuming's expression just now, Chen Tian knew that he also cherished his life very much and did not want to perish together.

Understanding this, Chen Tian's mouth slightly smiled, and he could finally cultivate in peace.

In fact, choosing to come to the Ghost Dao Sect was like a gamble.

Although Chen Tian lost his last bet in Lufeng Town, he finally won this time!