Starting From A Fisherman To Cultivate Immortality And Live Forever

182. Chapter 182 The Boneyard Doesn't Mind One More Named Disciple

Chapter 182: The Burial Ground Doesn't Mind Having One More Named Disciple

After hearing these words, Zhang Ping'an became even more afraid.

In fact, after a period of research and investigation, everyone had reached a consensus that the mysterious force behind Huang Zong's six people was not a prestigious sect, but rather something more akin to an unorthodox sect.

Anyone with a bit of social connections would be reminded of this.

Before Zhang Ping'an set off, his grandfather's fellow daoist had found him and talked with him all night, informing him of the speculations that these old seniors had about the route of those people from Nepal.

Especially after visiting the city of Kathmandu and paying a visit to the famous exorcism temple there.

Having seen the gods and demons and the statues of monsters and ghosts worshipped there.

He had a somewhat clear understanding.

Of course, no matter how wild the speculation was about the other party's route, and even if it was a non-human Transcendent organization similar to Black Mama.

It didn't affect the fact that hotels nearby were fully booked and couldn't stop the formation of long lines of treasure offerings.

But... only by witnessing the Rat Daoist with one's own eyes.

Could one truly understand the immense psychological pressure of facing a Demonic Cultivator who looked like a big villain no matter how you looked at it.

How many bargaining words could only be held back and not be used?

Su Ping was very satisfied with Zhang Ping'an's current mental state.

This was also the reason why he chose the Rat Daoist as the first disguise.

As a villain, one could really avoid a lot of trouble!

For this reason, Su Ping released a hint of Foundation Establishment Magic power, giving the other party a greater sense of oppression.

Making him feel as if he was being stared at up close by a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

And then.

Zhang Ping'an, in this state, followed the guidance of the Rat Daoist in front of him, answering his questions.

He confessed everything he knew.

That the strange bronze statue came from his grandfather, with the purpose of hoping to exchange it for a divine medicine that could cure illnesses.

Of course, it would be even better if he could attach himself to the mysterious force because of this.

As for its origins from a long time ago, Zhang Ping'an didn't know, and he said that his grandfather kept it a secret.

He only firmly stated that this bronze statue was one hundred percent genuine and a good thing!

Su Ping could tell that the other party was not lying.

So, after restoring his kind old man smile, he said lightly:

"Young friend, make a phone call back."

"Just say that you've encountered a Daoist with some skills and want to visit your grandfather, and tell them not to panic."

"Huh?"

Zhang Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then understood. In addition to the fear in his heart, a burst of joy surged up.

Although the Rat Daoist didn't look like a good person.

But he was a genuine Transcendent!

Such a cultivator willing to accompany him to the hospital to visit his grandfather, regardless of the reason, was a blessing.

Zhang Ping'an was confident that after this, their Zhang family's life would be much better.

His status might even skyrocket!

The Daoist Library that he didn't have the qualifications to visit before, I'm afraid they would all come to him with credentials?

"Should I buy a plane ticket now?"

Zhang Ping'an tentatively asked.

But he heard the Rat Daoist chuckle and say:

"Why bother with all that trouble? It's better to seize the opportunity. When you're ready, I'll take you there directly!"

"Fly... fly over there?"

Zhang Ping'an was so excited after hearing that.

After all, he was a legitimate heir from a family with a cultivation heritage, and he had learned so much about cultivation.

How could he not have a dream of Imperial Sky Riding Art, flying between heaven and earth?

He quickly called his father and briefly explained the situation.

His father also keenly realized the great opportunity in this and agreed without hesitation, immediately calling their relatives and rushing to the hospital.

Zhang Ping'an hung up the phone and looked at Daoist Mouse.

He saw Daoist Mouse gently shake his sleeve and take out a black package from inside.

The package suddenly unwrapped and wrapped towards Zhang Ping'an.

"Huh?"

Zhang Ping'an was then enveloped in the package, exclaiming in surprise.

"Don't be afraid, this thing can protect you from the wind calamity."

"Just wait a moment."

Su Ping naturally couldn't fly through the clouds and bring someone along.

This isn't a Grotto-Heaven in a pot, and he doesn't have the time to create another one.

As for Calabash's words, it's possible to expose his abilities.

It's better to directly wrap up the other party and not let others see his abilities.

In reality,

After Su Ping left the VIP room,

He chose to directly disappear into a small passenger plane in the nearby new airport.

With the tablet computer that had the highest authority obtained from Mr. Huang, Su Ping could easily see the flight paths of all the new airport planes.

The destination of this express passenger plane was no more than a hundred miles away from the city where Zhang Ping'an was.

And because it was the return trip, there weren't many passengers.

Su Ping chose an empty back row, set up a simple illusion formation, and then drank spirit wine and ate medicine pills, closing his eyes to cultivate while holding spirit stones.

As the small passenger plane took off and arrived at the airport,

Su Ping opened his eyes and silently thanked the crew members in his heart. Only then did he truly fly a hundred miles in the air and find the hospital where Zhang Ping'an's grandfather was.

"Since I'm here, I should at least make an appearance."

After looking at this eight-story private hospital, Su Ping confirmed that the patient was in the highest floor's special care ward.

His figure flashed, bringing a gust of wind, and disappeared at the entrance.

Inside the hospital, in the single-person special care ward where Zhang Ping'an's grandfather was.

The Zhang family members who received the news stood anxiously by the bedside, waiting.

Some people suspected that Zhang Ping'an had been deceived, as there were many scammers over there.

After such a big incident recently, the scammers naturally wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

There were also plenty of people pretending to be gods and ghosts.

Zhang's father couldn't argue back, but the old man firmly believed in Zhang Ping'an.

The reason was that Zhang Ping'an was the best cultivator in their Zhang family!

In his opinion, anyone who went to Nepal could be deceived, except Zhang Ping'an.

Because this kid had great fortune!

Hearing the old man's words,

The faces of the others didn't look good.

However, when they were discussing this, the light outside the window suddenly dimmed.

Zhang's father, who was trying to find a topic to ease the atmosphere, suddenly frowned and said, "Is it going to rain? Why is it so gloomy?"

"By the way, it's almost nine o'clock. Why hasn't the nurse come for the check-up yet?"

"I'll go ask the nurse."

Saying that, Zhang's father walked to the door.

Click!

He opened the door.

But when he saw the darkness in front of the door, he hesitated and leaned out to look at the hospital corridor. His expression suddenly froze, and he slowly retreated a step, gently closing the door.

Only after completely returning to the ward did he hoarsely say,

"Why... why is it so dark outside?"

"And it's filled with an indistinct black mist!"

"Did... did Ping'an bring someone here?"

"Black mist? Have you secretly cultivated and conjured up illusions?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's second daughter, who was close to Zhang's father, walked over and opened the door.

Then, everyone heard the scream of this woman.

It was she who had just opened the door and happened to see an old man in a black robe surrounded by black mist.

Not to mention the squeaking sounds coming from the black mist, pairs of blood-red eyes appeared and stared at them.

Several timid individuals were so frightened that they sat directly on the floor of the ward.

What made them feel even more eerie was the absence of any doctors or nurses on this floor, as if no one was present.

Daoist Shu glanced at these people and looked at the patient.

Among those present, only this old man wearing a breathing mask looked at him with excitement rather than fear.

It seems that the desire for life made him inclined to take anything bizarre as a lifesaving straw.

Su Ping waved his hand, causing the red-eyed creatures in the black mist to retreat a lot.

Then he gently shook his sleeve, and a black package flew out and quickly expanded.

As the package landed and automatically opened, the Zhang family saw Zhang Ping'an, who was dazed inside.

Zhang Ping'an felt the light and realized that he had landed.

He only felt a little nauseous and uncomfortable, but otherwise, he was fine, except for a bit of regret for not being able to experience the feeling of the Imperial Sky Riding Art.

After a few seconds, Zhang Ping'an regained his senses and stood up quickly, looking at Daoist Shu for an introduction.

After Zhang Ping'an finished introducing himself.

Su Ping slowly walked towards the bedside.

At the same time, strands of black mist spread from the open door.

The red-eyed creatures also gathered again in the black mist at the door, staring at the people in the ward.

"Don't be afraid, I just came to ask some things," said Su Ping.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The old man on the hospital bed struggled to sit up, took off his breathing mask, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face.

Being old and cunning, he knew that his grandson had invited a Demonic Cultivator when he saw Daoist Shu's appearance.

And after hearing Zhang Ping'an's introduction.

This old man's heart sank, suddenly realizing that everyone in the ward, in a sense, had become hostages tied to him!

This... is truly the unorthodox way of the evil sect!

Speaking of being gentle and polite, in fact, he had long resorted to any means to secretly coerce them.

Now that things had come to this point, he had no choice but to use all his strength to say,

"Please ask, fellow Daoist. I will definitely tell you everything!"

"Thank you then," Su Ping nodded slightly, and at the same time, his Divine Sense scanned the old man's body, guiding a strand of Spiritual Qi into his body to preserve his vitality.

To prevent him from suddenly fainting in the middle of the conversation.

Su Ping took out the bronze statue.

After seeing the old man's expression, it was indeed as expected. Although he was old, he answered Su Ping's questions clearly.

It was not far from what Su Ping had guessed.

This thing came from a large underground tomb related to the Daoist sect.

No wonder this old man could guarantee that it was genuine.

According to the old man, the tomb was not excavated later, but after some deliberation, it was protected and sealed.

Therefore, many things should still be buried underground.

Su Ping wasn't really interested in those antiques underground.

He was only concerned about whether the source of radiation that affected the bronze statue was still there.

Or perhaps it had been taken out like this bronze statue.

Therefore, in addition to the accurate location of the underground palace,

Su Ping also learned from the old man the origins of several other items that were brought out besides this bronze statue.

After silently memorizing all the information, Su Ping

Upon comparing the information collected during this period with what Huang Zong's side has, Su Ping confirmed that the other party should not have deceived him.

Because a piece of ancient sword matched what the old man said.

It was a fragment of a magic sword used by the Daoist sect.

It was also sent over by the person who offered the treasure a while ago.

It was confirmed to be genuine, but it didn't have any magic power reaction, obviously not as close to the radiation source as the bronze statue.

But because of its authenticity, Huang Zong and the others took photos of it for record.

The origin was also recorded, exactly as the old man instructed.

Therefore, Su Ping asked the old man:

"If I can gain something from this trip, I owe you a favor."

"What... do you plan to do with this favor?"

"Are you planning to help you cure your illness?"

Upon hearing this, the old man was somewhat moved and hesitantly asked:

"If my illness can be cured, how many more years can I live?"

"How many more years?"

Su Ping chuckled lightly and estimated:

"Even if you don't have any illnesses, because you had severe deficiency of qi and blood in your early years, your lifespan is also nearing its end. Perhaps you can enjoy one or two more years."

"One or two more years?"

The old man smiled bitterly and looked at Zhang Ping'an, who was bowing his head.

"I wonder if I can exchange this favor for a request of mine?"

"I... hope that the Daoist can accept my grandson into your esteemed sect?"

"Even if it's just as a named disciple."

When the old man said this, Zhang Ping'an suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief.

The others also had a slight change in expression, but quickly realized that this was the best choice for the Zhang family.

Compared to an old man who can only live for one or two more years.

A named disciple of a mysterious force... undoubtedly had a more promising future!

"Hahaha!"

The Daoist laughed.

After scanning the surroundings, black mist emerged from his body.

"I agree, I will give him a chance! If that kid really has Spiritual Roots, I don't mind having one more named disciple even if he becomes a burial ground!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the room flickered a few times.

The black mist receded like a tide.

At this moment, a doctor with a puzzled expression pushed a cart with a nurse and walked in. He seemed displeased when he saw the old man sitting up.

At the same time, he was also confused as to why he couldn't find this ward just now.

...

The Zhang family's affairs naturally couldn't be kept secret, or rather, there was no intention to keep it a secret.

Soon, the higher-ups learned about the people behind Huang Zong and others who personally came to search for someone and inquire about a bronze statue.

As a result, they strengthened the management and vigilance of major museums.

At the same time, the person who was originally hesitant to offer the treasure seemed to finally see a way for an ordinary person to step into Transcendence after learning that Zhang Ping'an might become a named disciple.

Apart from agreeing to take out their past collections for a try.

On the other hand, they also increased their investment in antiques and other items.

This was manifested in society by the revival of the treasure hunting industry, which had long been dormant.

Many masters were also hired at high prices to come out of retirement and lead disciples to search for possible overlooked treasures in various rural areas.

While these subsequent developments were just beginning to ferment.

Su Ping first went to a museum in a certain place and personally confirmed that another artifact was not what he needed.

Only then did he go to the underground palace.

(End of this chapter)