Taoist Cangyang trembled slightly.
This voice shook him deeply and frightened him greatly.
Suddenly turning around, he saw that a figure of a young man with white hair had appeared in the shadows, resembling soone from his mories.
The clay statue in the wild temple, holding a giant stone, had a face that was unclear, but its shape resembled him sowhat.
"There is no injustice, nothing happened," Taoist Cangyang quickly replied.
Taoist Cangyang’s heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
He had already realized the other person’s identity.
Fifty years after the Qiao family mber vanished, his thoughts had gradually beco more lively, but he just couldn’t find the opportunity…
But now, when a mber of the Qiao family appears again, he, knowing he has only a few years left to live, realizes he has no way out.
As a cultivator from the cultivation world, especially being the last cultivator of the Xuantian Sect, his heart has long been filled with fear of the Qiao family mber, leaving no thought of becoming an enemy.
"I am just… just… lanting," Taoist Cangyang thought quickly, trying his best to co up with a reasonable explanation at that mont.
"Before, as an elder of the Xuantian Sect, I was too high above."
"Now, living the life of a Spiritual Farr beneath the forr Xuantian Sect, I indeed have found my way back to nature after being trapped for so long."
"It’s just unfortunate that after my realm fell, I have only a few years left to live, and I have no chance to continue nurturing my spiritual field…"
Taoist Cangyang forced a smile.
"Don’t rush. Everyone has choices; there are always choices," Qiao Mu said softly.
He dragged his foot on the ground, casually writing the character for "immortal" with the left side forming a person and the right side a mountain, and then stepped down to erase the mountain on the right side.
"You can choose to be free too," Qiao Mu said.
"I am willing to work for the prosperity of the people in Jiu Province and continue farming! Compared to cultivating immortality, I am better suited for farming…" Taoist Cangyang began to speak in a confusing way.
Are you joking?
Farming is better than death.
After all, even though he has fallen to the mortal world, he is still much better off than an ordinary farr.
At least as a forr Nascent Soul cultivator, he knows many spells and can make and control Taoist soldiers to help him, so he doesn’t have to work the fields like a regular farr.
As Taoist Cangyang spoke these words, he had already accepted his fate, no longer hoping to restore his powers or escape.
With just a few years left in his life, he knew he could only spend his remaining days farming, with no other desires…
"Let the farming immortal be a farming immortal; it is better than dying like the sect leader…" he sighed softly to himself.
When he looked up again, there was no trace of Qiao Mu around, only a na??ve young master and his little follower remaining.
The young master was now holding a fire stick in his hand, shining it on the person’s head like the "Human Path Sutra
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