Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

But upon hearing Old Chada's shout, Sukrima was instantly stunned, wondering in his heart, "Immortal? What Immortal? Could it be that there are also gods among their tribes?"

Thinking of this, Sukrima became somewhat horrified, because he knew very well how powerful the gods were. If there really were gods in the Chada tribe, then this would definitely be bad news for him.

Thinking of this, Sukrima immediately shouted, "Hey, Old Chada, what are you shouting about over there? Could it be that you also want to summon a god?"

Hearing his words, Old Chada's originally listless eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he sneered, "Hehe, Sukrima, you're right. I happen to have an Immortal here. Just wait for your death!"

At this time, Old Chada no longer wanted to hide it, but declared it with great pride.

Hearing his words, not only Sukrima, but even the man in fancy clothes, couldn't help but change his expression drastically. He had never thought that in this remote and backward grassland, there would actually be a cultivator.

However, after he looked around, his originally astonished expression immediately calmed down, and he sneered, "Hey, old man, where exactly is the Immortal you speak of? There isn't even a ghost around here."

Hearing the fancy-clothed man's words, Old Chada panicked and hurriedly looked around.

Sure enough, there was nothing but grass and white clouds everywhere. There wasn't even a ghost.

Seeing this, Old Chada and Tuolei Chada's expressions both changed drastically. Even the eyes of the Chada tribesmen behind him, which had just ignited with hope, dimmed at this moment.

"Grandpa? Could it be that we've been deceived? Could it be that the Immortal has already escaped?"

Looking at the empty surroundings, a hint of resentment appeared in Tuolei Chada's eyes as he said to Old Chada.

Old Chada was also confused at this time. Although he still believed that Chen Tian would not deceive him, the cold reality was in front of him, and he couldn't help but think the worst. Perhaps Chen Tian had really run away!

At this time, the fancy-clothed man laughed even more arrogantly. He shouted, "You mortals are just so stupid! Alright, you should worry about your own safety first. My Samadhi Spiritual Fire is about to burn your feet."

Hearing the fancy-clothed man's words, the Chada tribesmen hurriedly looked down. Sure enough, those ghost fires, like fire snakes, were about to crawl to their feet, and they could even feel the terrifying high temperature within.

Old Chada closed his eyes unwillingly. He felt that today, the entire Chada tribe was going to be destroyed.

"Ha... ha... ha... ha... A good sleep!"

However, just when all the Chada tribesmen were in utter despair, a lazy voice came from behind them.

The crowd was overjoyed upon hearing this and hurriedly turned around to look, discovering a man in white, treading on a auspicious cloud, drifting leisurely from the distant sky.

The person who came was Chen Tian!

Seeing Chen Tian appear, joy once again radiated on Old Chada's face, and he shouted, "Immortal, save us!"

Hearing this, Chen Tian didn't waste any words. With a flash of spiritual light in his hand, a blank spiritual talisman suddenly appeared.

Chen Tian calmly threw this spiritual talisman in front of the Chada tribesmen. Immediately, an incomparably huge suction force came from the spiritual talisman, actually sucking all the fire snakes crawling on the ground into the spiritual talisman.

After absorbing these fire snakes, the originally blank spiritual talisman gradually turned red.

"You... who are you?"

In the long-term ridicule, Qiu Binghe finally couldn't bear it anymore.

So, on a dark and windy night, he stole his master's Zijin Water Fire Bell and fled down the mountain, becoming a wanted criminal of the Yuhua Sect.

The Yuhua Sect had a large force. When he was in the Central Plains, Qiu Binghe had been hunted down by different cultivators, so he had no choice but to escape to this barbaric and backward Changping Grassland.

But what he never expected was that here, he had obtained the courtesy of a god. He had only slightly displayed some of the most ordinary spells, and he was worshiped by everyone.

And a very luxurious palace was specially built for him, and many beautiful maids were selected every day to serve him.

Qiu Binghe finally felt the greatest joy in life, so he gave up the idea of continuing to cultivate and, relying on his Zijin Water Fire Bell, became a carefree god.

After living such a life for a long time, he became addicted, so he would not let Chen Tian destroy all of this.

Of course, Chen Tian didn't know all of this yet. He only knew that the cultivator in front of him had lost his spirituality, and instead, because he had ingested too much mortal wine and meat, he had become turbid and unbearable.

Such a person could no longer be considered a cultivator, but only a scum in the cultivation world.

Chen Tian sighed helplessly, and then said softly, "Brother Qiu, how about this? Considering that you and I were once both cultivators, I'll give you a way out. As long as you put away your magic weapon, retreat from now on, and promise never to participate in mortal affairs again, I'll let you leave safely, how about that?"

"What? You're letting me go? I didn't hear wrong, did I?" Qiu Binghe sneered and said, "You're only at the third level of the Qi Refining stage, and you still want to fight me? You're daydreaming! I'm also warning you, if you delay me from continuing to enjoy myself, I'll kill you now!"

When he said this, Qiu Binghe's eyes revealed a strong killing intent. He had already decided that whoever wanted to prevent him from continuing to enjoy himself, then he would kill them, even Chen Tian!