Everyone rose to engage the Spirit Refining cultivator in conversation, displaying an exceptional level of respectful enthusiasm.
Although this Spirit Refining cultivator had reached a higher realm, he had never been so flattered before. He beca so excited that his face turned a bit red and he imdiately said to the Primordial Infant cultivator, "Ask your friend if it's possible, we could all make a fortune together!"
A hint of smugness flickered in the eyes of the Primordial Infant cultivator; he had deliberately ntioned this in this place. What his friend had told him was not the sa thing at all.
"Brother, try to bring more independent cultivators here, but you should stay out!"
"Why? It's an ancient relic... How can I miss such an opportunity?"
"Nonsense! Don't be naive; it's true it's an ancient relic, but it's fraught with dangers! Not only are there ferocious beasts that have lived for thousands to tens of thousands of years, but there are also nurous traps. Damn it, the sect that once occupied this ancient relic was definitely not comprised of righteous people; they left behind a lot of chanisms. We've already lost many people. Otherwise, why do you think we're publicly recruiting cultivators to explore it?"
"Then in that case... Will people hate in the future?"
"Hate you? How can people who die inside hate you? And those who make it out alive are sure to gain substantial benefits, so why would they hate you? By then, you could also make a tidy profit. Don't say your brother didn't think of you, but you must not rush in headfirst, rember!"
Recalling what his brother had said, the Primordial Infant cultivator felt a chill in his heart. From his perspective, the actual situation might be even more serious than his brother described. Otherwise, he wouldn't be reminded repeatedly not to go in.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" The Spirit Refining cultivator frowned slightly, looking at his sowhat dazed friend, slightly displeased.
"Ah... No, not really." The Primordial Infant cultivator hesitated for a mont before saying, "I'm afraid there's danger inside, and that people will bla later."
"They won't bla you!"
"They definitely won't bla you!"
"They absolutely can't bla you!"
"You're giving us a chance; how could we bla you?"
"Exploring ancient sites is inherently risky. Whoever is scared shouldn't go, no one will bla you."
Before the Spirit Refining cultivator could speak, the people inside the tavern began to chi in.
"Well, okay then." The Primordial Infant cultivator finally nodded and said, "I'll contact my friend right now to see if he can arrange for everyone to go in."
As he spoke, he took out a sound-transmitting stone from his body and contacted his friend in front of everyone. When he ntioned that there were dozens of people, the person on the other end hesitated for a mont before saying, "That's quite a few people... Brother, you know, this news will be released in two days, and then... there probably won't be a shortage of people. But those people will only get so immortal crystals as compensation..."
"Brother, can't you think of sothing? These are all my friends!" said the Primordial Infant cultivator.
Many people in the tavern imdiately gave him thumbs up, praising him for his loyalty.
Actually, the vast majority of people present didn't really know him. But who would expose him at such a ti?
Chu Mo sat quietly, his eyes surreptitiously scanning Wang Liang, noticing that his face also revealed a yearning look, seemingly very tempted.
Chu Mo thought to himself, "It seems that Dugu Mountain doesn't hold much stature in the Immortal Realm; they must have limited access to resources. Otherwise, why would he be tempted by sothing that's obviously a trap?"
Then, from the sound-transmitting stone ca the voice of that disciple from the ancient Netherworld sect, "Alright, I'll talk to the senior brother in charge and see if I can work sothing out. Wait for my ssage."
Then, the sound-transmitting stone was turned off, and the tavern imdiately beca quiet, with everyone tensely waiting. They even lost interest in drinking.
Chu Mo had no interest in getting involved in this; resources... he really wasn't lacking, with Lingdan Hall, he had enough resources to make even the great families of the Heavenly Realm envious. Moreover, this situation was clear to him as an obvious trap!
Moreover, Chu Mo believed that among those present, it wasn't only he who realized this was a trap, yet these people still jumped in without hesitation.
Why?
It was nothing but for a bit of cultivation resources... and that small chance, but a possible opportunity.
Upon this thought, Chu Mo sighed lightly, stood up, and prepared to leave.
As he stood up, he imdiately attracted everyone's attention because everyone was here waiting for a response from the other side. Who would have thought soone would want to leave?
The urgent look flashed through the eyes of the cultivator who was in contact with the disciple of the Netherworld ancient sect. Having one more person could an more benefits for him. Thus, at this mont, he did not want anyone to leave.
So, the instant Chu Mo stood up, the cultivator called out, "This brother, please hold on."
"Hmm?" Chu Mo frowned slightly, turned his head to look at him, and asked, "Are you calling ?"
"Hey, yes, brother, what's your na?" The cultivator smiled gently, "My surna is Chang, and my na is Xin."
"Oh, I was just passing by. You keep discussing. I'm not very interested in these matters." Chu Mo nodded to Chang Xin, then glanced at the others and turned to leave directly.
A faint anger passed through Chang Xin's eyes as he unwillingly sat down, grumbling, "He really... doesn't appreciate kindness!"
"Brother, don't mind that person. By his attire, he must be a son from so family who perhaps doesn't lack resources," soone imdiately advised.
"That's right, he doesn't recognize what's good for him; let's not bother with him!" another added.
A smile finally returned to Chang Xin's face as he sighed lightly, "Being able to drink in a tavern is also a kind of fate. I just hope to see our fellow loose cultivators have fuller pockets."
"That's right, Brother Chang is thinking of our welfare!"
"We are all very grateful, brother!"
People buzzed in agreent.
At that mont, Chang Xin's ssaging stone vibrated. He opened it, and the voice of the disciple from the Netherworld ancient sect ca through, "Brother, I have asked, and my senior brother has given face, but we only have the capability for twenty spots. Any more than that... we really can't manage!"
"Good, that's already very good, thank you, brother! I'll definitely buy you a drink later!" The cultivator thanked him, closed the ssaging stone, and then counted the present people.
As he counted, including himself, there were exactly twenty-one who expressed a desire to explore the ancient ruins.
At this point, the atmosphere in the tavern beca sowhat subtle because all these people wanted to go. However, there were only twenty spots available.
The cultivator eventually forced a smile, "This was my proposal, and it was who promised everyone, so... this ti, I won't enter. It so happens that I'm a bit faint-hearted..."
The rest of the people in the tavern were touched, not believing any talk of being faint-hearted. What was this? This was noble character!
He was willing to sacrifice his own chance to give the opportunity to others!
Everyone knew there were dangers, but what of it? The fact that he was willing to give up his spot was a sign of respect.
Praises soon filled the tavern.
It was then soone remarked, "Lucky that guy left earlier, or else it would have been a tough decision!"
"Hahaha!" Everyone in the tavern couldn't help but burst into laughter.
At this mont, Chu Mo leaned against the outside of the tavern, chatting with an old cultivator who was tending a stall. The voices inside the tavern reached his ears without missing a word.
Hearing this, Chu Mo smiled lightly.
The old vendor, however, snorted with laughter, "A bunch of idiots."
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I feel like I could write another chapter!
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