Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Fortunately, noon arrived quickly, and the parents in the village came to pick up their children, taking them home for lunch.

As they left, the adults would bow deeply to the old man, thanking him for helping to look after the children.

The old man, while kneading his aching back, waved amiably at them, watching them leave.

Only after the last mischievous child was picked up by their parents did the old man truly have some free time.

At this moment, the old man took down a large gourd hanging from his waist, poured out some colorful pills, and casually scattered them on the ground.

When the white doves saw these pills, their eyes lit up instantly, and they quickly gathered around, scrambling to eat them.

"This is… a Profound-grade Spirit Pill?"

Chen Tian's eyes widened instantly when he saw the pills poured out of the gourd, because these pills were actually Profound-grade Spirit Pills, which everyone in the cultivation world craved.

But what he didn't expect was that so many Profound-grade Spirit Pills were being fed out as bait.

'Just who is this old man?'

Chen Tian stared intently at the seemingly ordinary old man, thinking in shock.

"You must have been tormented badly by those naughty little devils today, right? Come on, eat more, replenish your body…" The old man looked kindly at the flock of white doves that were vying for food and poured another handful of Profound-grade pills onto the ground from the gourd.

Only then did the old man put away the gourd, then he clapped his hands and looked at Chen Tian, seemingly intentionally, grinned and said: "Alright, tell me, what exactly is the matter that brings you to this old man's place?"

This old man had finally turned his attention to Chen Tian.

Although Chen Tian felt very surprised at this time, he did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly replied respectfully: "Junior Chen Tian greets Senior! But is Senior mistaken? It's not that Junior wanted to come here, but that Senior invited Junior here."

Because there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on this old man's body, just like an ordinary mortal.

However, Chen Tian didn't believe that this old man was really just a simple mortal.

Because which mortal could use such precious Profound-grade Spirit Pills to feed pigeons?

Chen Tian believed that there must be something strange about this person!

Thinking of this, Chen Tian couldn't help but become vigilant, following the old man unhurriedly into his house.

The situation inside the house was the same as outside, it could only be described as simple and crude, with only an unremarkable dining table and two chairs with missing backrests.

At this time, the old man didn't know where he got two bowls of porridge and a plate of pickles, and placed them casually on the table.

"What are you still standing there for? Come over and eat." After sitting down in the chair, the old man beckoned to Chen Tian.

"Eat?"

Chen Tian was stunned for a moment after hearing this. It should be known that for cultivators like them, they no longer needed to eat. Or rather, eating mortal food would cause them to have dirty qi, hindering their cultivation.

However, the old man in front of him, as if he had been hungry for a day, picked up the bowl of white porridge in his hand and drank more than half of it impatiently, then picked up some pickles from the plate, and was about to put them in his mouth when he suddenly saw Chen Tian still standing there in a daze, and asked suspiciously: "Why aren't you eating?"

"Junior is not hungry yet, I don't need to eat." Chen Tian declined.

"Hehe, that's just right, this old man is starving today. Playing with that group of little devils is really a physical job. If you don't eat, I'll eat!"

The old man seemed very happy, quickly got up and brought Chen Tian's bowl of white porridge over, and ate it all up in no time, then smacked his lips, looking like he was enjoying it.

When Chen Tian saw the old man eating so deliciously, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

However, he quickly regained his composure, sat opposite the old man, and asked with a serious face: "Senior, now you should tell me, what exactly is the matter that you called Junior here for?"

Chen Tian seemed to have no time to play with this old man anymore, and asked directly.

"What matter? This old man just wants to treat you to a meal, who knew you brat wouldn't appreciate it, it's simply infuriating."

However, to Chen Tian's dismay, the old man still pretended to be confused.

Chen Tian seemed a little angry, with a flip of his right hand, the white jade bottle containing the Immortal-grade pills was taken out again.

Chen Tian handed the bottle to the old man and asked: "Senior, if Junior is not mistaken, the Immortal-grade pills inside are yours, right?"

"Hmm? Immortal-grade pills?" After hearing Chen Tian's words, the old man suddenly snatched the bottle from Chen Tian's hand, and poured it downwards, the Immortal-grade Spirit Pill exuding bursts of cold air was poured into the porridge.

"Senior, what are you doing?" Chen Tian was instantly stunned when he saw the Immortal-grade Spirit Pill being poured into the porridge.

However, Chen Tian's face quickly showed a look of deep surprise, because he found that the Immortal-grade Spirit Pill, which was originally emitting wisps of cold air, melted the moment it entered the porridge.

At the same time, the color of the bowl of white porridge gradually deepened, and soon it turned blood red, like a bowl of blood.

"Senior, what do you mean by this?"

Looking at this strange change, Chen Tian frowned and asked.

After hearing this, the old man showed a mysterious smile on his face: "Didn't this old man just say that? I just want to treat you to a meal, I wonder if you are willing to appreciate it now?"

Chen Tian's expression changed again after hearing the old man's words, he looked at the bowl of red porridge, hesitated slightly, and then nodded with a firm expression: "Okay, then Junior won't be polite, thank you Senior for your kindness."

With that said, Chen Tian picked up the bowl of porridge that looked like blood, raised his head, and drank it all down.

When the old man saw Chen Tian's straightforward appearance, a trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes, and he nodded with a smile.