Chapter Nine, I am willing to face death without regret!

Mo Bei was running swiftly, chewing on a bun with determination. In his left hand, he held a cloth bag filled with steamed buns, while his right hand gripped a water gourd filled to the brim. He stuffed two more buns into his mouth, but he did not eat excessively at that moment, as eating too much while running would be tantamount to courting disaster.

This abrupt shout captured everyone's attention, and they instinctively turned to look at the source of the sound

Now, I will painfully abandon it; in the future, I can obtain something better

Oh dear, what is this? The owner of the bun shop took a while to respond, and instinctively looked down, instantly dumbfounded

By that time, you will no longer be yourself. Instead, you will be a mere shell, my puppet!" The old man with white eyebrows spoke, and a hint of cruel intent surfaced in the smile at the corner of his mouth as he said softly, "Are you willing?"

Upon hearing the words of the white-browed elder, Mo Bei revealed a hint of surprise, took two steps forward, and with a thud, knelt down, saying: "Has the immortal master agreed to accept this junior as a disciple?"

This young man. A glimmer of approval passed through the eyes of the old man with white eyebrows, but this fleeting approval quickly vanished, returning to its original state.

The crowd was also blown aside by the strong gale, clearing a wide avenue.

This person has a roasted beef leg slung over his left shoulder, a bundle of steamed buns on his back, and a water gourd tucked into his right waist, making a clanging sound as he walks with his steps

I humbly adhere to the teachings of the immortal master. Mo Bei respectfully responds.

Ah ah ... ...

The gentle breeze swirled around the white robe, and with a casual flick of the white-browed elder, it gradually dissipated. The elder slightly turned around to look behind him.

Call!

Having said that, Mo Bei's muscles suddenly tensed up, his figure remarkably agile, darting out like a leopard, his speed increasing by a third, sprinting with all his might, stirring up a whirlwind as he hurriedly gave chase

The path of cultivation is long and arduous. Mere perseverance and resilience are far from sufficient. It also depends on your comprehension and spiritual roots

"No, I cannot stop." Mo Bei's gums were nearly bleeding from the pressure, as he fought against the urge to faint, stumbling and running unsteadily.

Whoosh ... ...

The owner of the bun shop was in a state of panic, sweating profusely, searching frantically in all directions, his face filled with bitterness. A large denomination banknote slowly floated down from the void and landed on his head

Good! Mo Bei's expression changed dramatically, his eyes shining with brilliance: "I wish to cultivate immortality; this is the only opportunity! I absolutely cannot be eliminated by the immortal elder!"

The old man with white eyebrows shook his head slightly: "It is still too early to be happy. You have only passed the first level, and there is still one more to go"

Step aside! Mo Bei shouted with a voice that resonated, causing a buzzing sensation in people's eardrums

Where are the buns! Where are the buns!

The blazing sun hangs high in the sky, mercilessly scorching the earth

Mo Bei's chest heaved violently, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, and his limbs felt as heavy as if filled with lead

And wait.

The owner of the bun shop only felt a flash before his eyes, and then a sudden gust of wind swept past him, nearly toppling the owner of the bun shop.

Three days later, an endless expanse of yellow desert

His chest seemed to be ablaze with a raging fire, a sweetness rising in his throat, nearly causing him to spit blood

Suddenly, the entire bustling street was in chaos, with people falling over each other and animals running amok

Anyone who approached the old man with white eyebrows was gently pushed aside by an invisible force

A gentle step is equivalent to ten zhang

Whenever a beast obstructed the path and attacked, the elder would casually wave his hand, and a wisp of black mist would rise, transforming into a black wind that rushed forward to strike.

Although this person's dark face was marked with scratches and bloodstains, his expression remained calm, neither anxious nor agitated. The gaze emanating from his pitch-black pupils was exceptionally sharp, revealing a sense of determination, as if the blazing sun had no effect on him whatsoever

A rhythmic sound of footsteps, slow yet steady, echoed from beyond the sand dunes, ten zhang away, as they tread upon the sand and the * picture * book.

Sweat beads the size of soybeans soaked his entire outfit.

Mo Bei said: "This sword is excellent, and I like it immensely, but right now it has become a burden to me. With it, I waste my strength, so I must abandon it!"

Then, he reached out and discarded the long sword of the Southern Mountain Swordsman

In this case, if one is not oneself and is controlled by others, is it not akin to being dead? Once one fails, does that mean one must die?

If you can persevere and maintain your true self, the deity will grant you an opportunity; if not, heh heh

The old man with white eyebrows was taken aback and said, "Don't you like this sword very much?"

As he watched the old man with white eyebrows gradually disappear from sight, Mo Bei gritted his teeth and revealed a hint of determination: "I refuse to believe that I cannot catch up!"

The elder with white eyebrows sighed deeply, his eyes shimmering with brilliance, radiating an extraordinary light: "If your comprehension is insufficient, no matter how hard you strive, you will achieve nothing on this path to immortality, remaining utterly unremarkable"

The old man cleared his throat and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Not bad, the first hurdle has been passed"

Mo Bei immediately changed his running method, no longer pursuing frantically, but instead employing the most scientific and least energy-consuming approach based on experiences from Earth, to pursue over long distances

With every step he took, he exerted all his strength, his legs trembling uncontrollably

The black wind swept through, and regardless of the type of wild beast or fierce bird, all were reduced to a forest of white bones, leaving no complete corpses

Before he could kneel down, the old man with white eyebrows waved his sleeves, creating a gentle breeze that lifted Mo Bei's knees, preventing him from kneeling.

"If the immortal wishes to rid themselves of me, why go through such trouble? They have long since transformed into a wisp of blue smoke and vanished." Mo Bei's eyes flickered as he pondered, thinking: "The immortal said that to become a disciple, one must first pass their test. Could this be the test?"

One old and one young, one in front and one behind. They weave through the mountains and forests.

The old man with white eyebrows looked at Mo Bei calmly and unhurriedly

Mo Bei was determined to follow, but he soon realized that no matter how hard he tried, he could not get any closer to the old man with white eyebrows.

Spare no effort

"Alright, I'm so tired..." Mo Bei could only feel his heart racing wildly in his chest, blood surging continuously, almost bursting out from his throat.

Half a day later

Mo Bei closely followed behind

Amidst this desert, the hot and sticky waves make one feel as if they are in a furnace, as if their very blood is about to evaporate

Suppressing the hunger in his stomach, he quickly tied the cloth bag filled with buns around his waist, maintaining his speed without any reduction, swiftly following the old man with white eyebrows through the crowd, not daring to rest for a moment

Occasionally, a few long-tailed lizards languidly crawl about on the sand

Time passes like a white horse galloping through a narrow gap

"Immortal, wait for me!" Mo Bei's eyes flickered as he leaped off the boulder, performing several somersaults in mid-air before swiftly exiting the Mo family estate, closely followed.

With determination, Mo Bei gritted his teeth, his legs tensed to the utmost, his toes lightly touching the ground, as if a dragonfly skimming the water, his body transformed into a gust of wind, surging forth with wild speed

"Get rich, get rich!" The plump boss stared intently at the banknote for a long time, his face revealing a look of wild joy. In a flurry, he clutched the banknote in his hand, completely disregarding the buns.

I must, I must not fall... I can still...

The distance between the two of them always remained at ten zhang, neither too far nor too close

After a moment, Mo Bei raised his head again, the hesitation in his eyes transformed into unwavering determination: "I am alone in this world, unburdened and unencumbered. My lifelong wish is to attain immortality; I do not wish to die.

A shadow of a book suddenly burst forth from the main road, accompanied by a howling gale, and flashed past everyone.

I would willingly face death a thousand times without regret

Mo Bei's heart trembled, his gaze flickered, revealing a contemplative expression

The old man with white eyebrows had a thought, and with a casual flick of his sleeve, he waved his hand.

The old man with white eyebrows is always in front of you; as long as you take a small step, you can catch up to him. However, that step is one you will never be able to take.

"Here is a chapter of the法决," the old man with white eyebrows pondered for a moment and then said: "I will now impart it to you. If you are destined, you may learn it within seven days; if not, after seven days, you will become my magic puppet"

Just moments ago, the neatly arranged street was suddenly disrupted as the strong gusts of wind overturned the stalls on both sides. Pots, bowls, pans, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea, along with cabbage leaves and eggshells, were thrown about, creating a scene of utter chaos

Thank you very much, esteemed immortal! Mo Bei was pleasantly surprised and repeatedly expressed gratitude with clasped hands

After running desperately for most of the day, Mo Bei's body was pushed to its limits, reduced to an empty shell. The obsession in his heart began to take root, barely supporting his faltering body

A young man, with disheveled hair, tattered clothes, and a body so dirty that he resembled a beggar, gradually came into his view

As the two crossed the mountain forest and arrived at a small town, the old man with white eyebrows slowly stepped towards the town.

The old man with white eyebrows heard a hurried sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Instinctively, he turned his head to look and saw Mo Beifeng, exhausted and panting, chasing after him, leaving behind a swirling cloud of thick smoke like a yellow earth dragon in the forest.

The old man with white eyebrows nodded slightly for the first time, then continued to move forward

Sand, sand, sand, sand ... ...

The old man with white eyebrows seemed to have not heard his words; his steps appeared slow and leisurely, yet he covered the distance in an instant, moving with astonishing speed

In my hands, the steaming basket full of white meat buns that had just been taken out vanished in an instant, leaving not even a trace of the dough used for the buns.

Upon seeing the old man with white eyebrows come to a halt, Mo Bei also stopped in his tracks

Selling buns, freshly steamed buns, delicious and tasty, honest to all. One cent, one cent! The plump owner of the bun shop wiped his sweat with a towel draped over his shoulder, just pulling out a steaming basket of buns and placing it on the counter

A refreshing breeze gently swept by, startling the few long-tailed lizards, which quickly retracted their necks. On the scorching sand, they left a series of footprints, darting away like a flash.

The old man with white eyebrows appeared calm and composed, effortlessly weaving through the bustling crowd like flowing water. In the midst of the throng, not a single person could draw near to him.

I must cultivate immortality

The entire ground seemed to be melting, with the air two inches above the surface constantly shimmering and rippling from the heat.

While Mo Bei was lost in thought, the old man with white eyebrows had already landed. With a flick of his robe, a gentle breeze stirred, and his body floated up like a feather, landing outside the Mo family courtyard. The old man with white eyebrows walked away slowly, hands clasped behind his back, heading into the distance

The swirling breeze that lifted his body gradually intensified. In the next moment, the old man with white eyebrows took a gentle step forward. His stride was not large, yet in the blink of an eye, he vanished once again from Mo Bei's sight

Again, it has become faster! Mo Bei's lips twitched as he gazed at the white-browed elder who had vanished into the dense forest.

So many people? Following closely, Mo Bei felt a surge of emotion, disregarding everything else, and unleashed a powerful force in his legs, charging into the throng with a whistling sound of wind.

The old man with white eyebrows sneered and said: "It seems you have yet to understand the meaning of this magic puppet. If you do not learn it within seven days, I shall seize your soul, refine it into a puppet for my use, and then reinject your soul back into your body. This is what is known as a magic puppet"