“Your original name was Su Mo, correct? I am now giving you an opportunity. Join my Hundred Immortals Sect, become one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Immortals, and I shall bestow upon you the name ‘Ink Immortal’.”
Su Mo was once again brought to the laboratory he first arrived in. The various specimens surrounding him seemed to urge him to agree quickly, lest he end up sharing their fate.
“Ink Immortal…” Su Mo pondered, thinking the name sounded quite good. He then put on a thoughtful expression. “To be personally invited by the Immortal Lord is a great honor. It’s just that…”
The Immortal Lord waved his hand, and someone by his side presented a wooden box.
“This contains Whale Marrow. It has miraculous effects for enhancing one’s strength. Consider it my welcoming gift.”
Su Mo broke into a smile and swiftly accepted it. “Oh, you shouldn’t have.”
The corner of the Immortal Lord’s eye twitched. He thought to himself how shameless this human before him was, utterly wasting such a fine physical vessel.
“Once you’ve accepted the gift, you are a member of my Hundred Immortals Sect. According to the rules, you must ingest this.” The Immortal Lord produced a red pill and held it out before Su Mo. “This is the Bone-Eroding Pill. Without the antidote, it will flare up once every seven days.”
“Can I not take it?” Su Mo asked, already knowing the answer.
The Immortal Lord wasn’t angered. “Keeping a fierce tiger by one’s side without a means to control it is no different from courting death.”
Su Mo chuckled, took the pill from his hand, and swallowed it without a hint of fear.
“You’re quite straightforward.”
“Since I have to take it anyway, why make things unpleasant for everyone?” Su Mo was optimistic, as if he had done something trivial.
The Immortal Lord was very satisfied. He immediately instructed the person beside him, “Take Fellow Daoist Ink Immortal to the equipment vault and let her choose a Life-Bound Magical Artifact to symbolize her status.”
Su Mo’s eyes lit up. “Can I choose anything?”
“You are one of the Heavenly Immortals, personally recruited by me. Naturally, you may choose whatever you wish.”
“Thank you, Immortal Lord.”
Led by the guide, Su Mo arrived at the equipment vault.
The moment the door opened, Su Mo couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow. So rich.”
No wonder he could choose freely; there were simply too many things here to worry about losing one.
Su Mo was inwardly amazed.
He just didn’t know if these items were stolen or self-made. After all, the Immortal Lord was deeply fond of scientific knowledge, so crafting magical artifacts himself wasn’t impossible.
“Ink Immortal, you may freely choose one item to be your Life-Bound Magical Artifact.”
Su Mo asked, puzzled, “Why ‘Life-Bound Magical Artifact’? Is there a specific reason?”
The person was momentarily taken aback. “No, the Immortal Lord instructed that it be called a Life-Bound Magical Artifact.”
Su Mo mused, “I never expected other races to be obsessed with cultivation novels too.”
The guide beside him stiffened, not daring to breathe loudly.
Su Mo wandered back and forth in the vault, continuously selecting, spending a full four hours before finally emerging.
“Ink Immortal, why did you pass over so many powerful artifacts and choose this most inconspicuous writing brush as your Life-Bound Magical Artifact?”
Su Mo smiled. “I used to be a model student. Choosing a brush better showcases my profound talent.”
The guide: ⌓‿⌓
(Here’s a look for you to interpret yourself.)
Su Mo’s choice of the brush as his Life-Bound Magical Artifact was not without reason. He already possessed offensive artifacts like the Tetanus Blade and the Magic Scepter, and auxiliary artifacts like the Eight Trigram Mirror. Choosing anything else seemed somewhat redundant.
He had once heard his master mention that there existed an artifact in this world called the Six Harmonies Brush. It could improve the efficiency of inscribing magic arrays and was created by Kong Ming, a grandmaster of array formation from Xia Country. However, its whereabouts had been unknown to this day.
The brush he held in his hand was precisely the Six Harmonies Brush, which was why he chose it. As for why he took so long to choose, it was merely an act for the Immortal Lord’s benefit. Otherwise, what if he suddenly changed his mind and decided not to give it?
After selecting the artifact, he still had to return to the Immortal Lord to await further instructions.
“I heard from my father that you wish to participate in the God-Making Project?” the Immortal Lord suddenly brought up.
Su Mo sighed. “Making gods? I’m merely curious.”
The Immortal Lord scrutinized his expression closely but found no flaw. “Give me five years, and creating gods is not impossible. Now, with you here, perhaps three years will suffice. Are you sure you don’t want to try?”
Su Mo sneered inwardly: Isn’t this exactly why you wanted me to join the Hundred Immortals Sect?
However, before he truly mastered this technology, he likely wouldn’t do anything drastic to Su Mo, at most just taking some blood for research.
He neither refused nor agreed. “I am merely a lowly C-rank. I am not yet qualified to discuss gods. Perhaps when I become stronger, I might genuinely consider it.”
The Immortal Lord’s large eyes were filled with depth. He found that he couldn’t see through this young man before him. At times, he seemed like a big shot, and at other times, a bit neurotic. The key was that it didn’t seem feigned; everything appeared to be his inherent nature.
Fellow Daoist, you are truly interesting!
Since Su Mo had joined the Hundred Immortals Sect, he could naturally leave this place. It was just that the brother Fierce Ape was looking for had long since become a specimen, lying forever underground.
Before leaving, he received his first mission upon joining the sect—infiltrate the Temple Secret Realm.
What a coincidence. I was just worried about exposing my identity. Isn’t this killing two birds with one stone?
Acting in the Island Country as Ink Immortal and Lin Qianye, while in Xia Country as Ye Qingyi, but in reality, Su Mo.
Four identities, huh.
Su Mo exhaled a breath, and a mass of impurities wrapped in Yin Fire was expelled from his body along with the air.
If the Immortal Lord had been present, he would have certainly recognized those impurities as the red pill Su Mo had swallowed in one gulp.
It was currently night. Mosquitoes and insects in the forest continuously harassed Su Mo, forcing him to cover his body surface with Yin Fire out of helplessness.
Suddenly, his brow raised. He secretly withdrew the Yin Fire, but his spirit became highly focused.
Whoosh!
A sound of something cutting through the air rang out. Su Mo fell to the ground.
After a while, a figure emerged from the darkness and approached Su Mo, sneering, “Not so impressive after all.”
“Indeed, not so impressive.” Su Mo, who had already fallen, suddenly flashed a mouthful of white teeth. His body sprang up like a coil, delivering an elbow strike to the shadow’s chin.
The shadow was extremely fast, narrowly dodging Su Mo’s attack.
Su Mo’s heart sank: Not good, a B-rank!
He couldn’t recall offending any B-rank experts since arriving here and couldn’t immediately figure out who this person worked for.
Black?
Probably not. As one of the three top talents of the Prodigy Camp, he had his own pride and likely wouldn’t hire someone to kill Su Mo.
Then who else?
A beautiful but disgusting face surfaced in Su Mo’s mind.
He wasn’t sure if Shen Nanshu had sent this B-rank expert to deal with him, but the most important thing now was to survive.
If it really was her…
Su Mo’s face turned cold. “Your time should be up too!”
The B-rank expert charged again. The short blade in his hand resembled the two fangs of a venomous snake, cold and terrifying.
Su Mo now had two choices:
First, find a way to escape.
Second, unlock the array on the White Jade Bracelet and use his trump card to kill the opponent.
Su Mo chose the third option.
Since the multiple-choice question presented didn’t have the answer he wanted, he’d write one in himself.
The moonlight was bright, almost completely obscured by the dense forest.
In the darkness, two figures continuously clashed and separated. The smaller one was clearly at a disadvantage, but the trajectory of his movements held hidden mysteries, gradually forming the pattern of the Eight Trigrams.