Immortality Starts From Making Money.
Chapter 42: Dining With The Devil.

Chapter 42: Dining With The Devil.

Radiant Sect

At the back of the sect, where a towering mountain stood domineeringly, covered in mist all day, a small hut was located not far from it.

Inside the hut, the sect ancestor wore a grim expression as he cultivated. "That damned girl! Just wait until I recover. I will destroy and kill anyone close to you."

Liu Zexian’s last strike had injured him severely. If he had insisted on continuing the battle, it would have damaged his foundation.

He didn’t care about the enmity between the two sects. With his lifespan nearing its end, his only way to survive was to break through to the Golden Core Realm.

And now, that fight had shattered his only hope.

Thus, he hated Liu Zexian and the Dust Valley Sect with all his might. Controlling his erratic emotions, he took a deep breath.

"I must leave this wasteland if I hope to break through to the Golden Core Realm," he muttered unwillingly.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to try his luck beyond the Western Region, but the dangers outside terrified him to the core.

Without a powerful Golden Core cultivator holding the fort, his mere Half-Step Golden Core meant nothing.

He would be killed without even knowing how.

The current cultivation technique he was practicing had been found in a tomb, and he had almost lost his life obtaining it.

For a technique that could only reach the Half-Step Golden Core Realm, he couldn’t imagine the war that would break out for a full Golden Core Realm technique.

With all these thoughts, he couldn’t help but feel depressed.

"I can help..."

A voice came from behind his ear.

The voice was a low, eerie whisper that sent shivers down his spine.

"Who’s there!?" he shouted, jumping to his feet.

He turned and saw a withered old man standing in the corner of his room.

’What! How did he get here without me knowing?!’ he wondered, his heart pounding heavily against his chest.

When the withered old man’s gaze fell on him, the hairs on his body stood on end, his instincts screaming of danger.

’My god, what did I do to warrant a visit from such a powerful monster?’

Compared to the old, withered man, his minuscule Half-Step Golden Core cultivation meant nothing.

He was like an ant.

Unbeknownst to him, his legs were already trembling, his body overcome with fear.

"Relax..." the withered old man said with a chuckle. "I know what you need, and I can give it to you."

"W-Who... are you?" the ancestor stammered.

"You will know when the time comes. First, do you need my help or not?" An evil grin crept up the withered old man’s face.

The ancestor did not respond immediately. With his age and experience, he knew that nothing came for free. There would be a price.

"What is the price?"

"It’s something you can do, and I promise it won’t affect you or your sect."

The ancestor did not believe him for a second. With the aura coming from the withered old man, he knew it was something far from good.

"Give me a few days to think about it," he muttered slowly.

"Alright. Take this—it will heal your injuries quickly." The withered old man took out a pill from thin air and handed it to him.

Smelling the strong fragrance of the pill, the ancestor widened his eyes in shock. This was a Tier-2 Healing Pill!

With this, he wouldn’t have to spend years recovering from his injuries.

"I believe you understand the value of that pill. I’ll come back in three days. Don’t disappoint me."

Whoosh!

The withered old man vanished from his spot.

Dust Valley Sect

Five days after the departure of the teams, Mo Jian did not remain idle. He began creating the first app for the Spirit Link.

Previously, when he had allowed the other clans to manufacture the Spirit Link, many had thought he was going to lose money since he had given up his monopoly on the market.

But they were wrong.

The Spirit Link was only hardware. The real wealth lay in the software, which only he could create.

Slowly, he began developing the first social networking site. He had already laid the groundwork when he created the Noble Grade Spirit Link.

Now, with the issue of cameras out of the equation, he could only imagine how crazy the women of this world would be when they witnessed the power of social networks.

However, he did not rush to finish the app. He divided his time into three segments:

First quarter: Developing the app in his mental world.

Second quarter: Cultivating.

Last quarter: Discussing business expansion with Zhao Tian.

Stepping out of his cultivation room, he exhaled a strong, turbid air, a powerful aura emanating from his body.

"An Earth-Grade Technique is completely different from a Mortal-Grade one," he muttered with a smile.

Now that he knew the sect did not have a strong Earth-Grade technique, he had not hesitated to spend his IP to purchase one from the store.

The technique was called Zenith Eclipse Art.

Just by cultivating the Zenith Eclipse Art for five days, he had broken through to Foundation Realm Stage-2.

This was unheard of in the sect and the entire Western Region.

However, Mo Jian was not surprised. With a Superior-Grade Talent, a Peak Earth-Grade cultivation technique, and Middle-Grade Spirit Stones,

How could his cultivation speed be slow?

As he controlled the strong aura emanating from his body, Zhao Tian appeared at the edge of the corridor.

"Young Master," his voice was filled with excitement.

"What? Have you received any news?"

"Yes..." He nodded. "One of the teams has found a location. According to them, the Pulse Seeking Compass was vibrating strongly and would not stop."

When Mo Jian heard this, his eyes widened in disbelief. Exploring the border was a dangerous task, and he had not expected positive results in just five days.

Additionally, they had already been preparing to send another group to explore the forest.

But with this news, everything had changed.

"Quick, tell them to take a picture of the location and send us the directions!" Mo Jian said impatiently.

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