Chapter 9: Nine Deaths No Regrets I'm willing!

  At the moment when Mo Bei was stunned, the white-browed old man had already landed. With a flip of his sleeve, he stirred up a gust of clear wind, and his body floated like a goose feather, landing outside the Mo family's mansion. The white-browed old man walked away with his hands behind his back, taking slow steps towards the distance.

  "Wait for me!" Mo Bei's eyes rolled around, and with a leap from the boulder, he somersaulted through the air several times, following closely behind.

  The old man with white eyebrows seemed to have not heard his words, his pace appeared slow and leisurely, but he was actually moving at an incredible speed.

  A slight movement is as good as ten yards!

  As he watched the old man with white eyebrows gradually disappear from view, Mo Bei gritted his teeth and revealed a hint of determination: "I don't believe it, I can still catch up!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Bei's muscles tensed up suddenly, his body lithe and agile like a hunting leopard, dashing out with a speed that had increased by 30%, sprinting at full strength, whipping up a fierce gust of wind, hastily chasing after him.

  That white-browed old man heard a sudden rush of footsteps coming from behind, and subconsciously turned his head to look back, seeing Mo Beifeng rushing up in a flurry, panting heavily, leaving behind a rolling yellow dust dragon in the mountain forest, closely following him.

  "If you can hold on, if you can keep your heart true, I'll give you a chance. If not, heh heh!"

  The old man with white eyebrows moved his mind and swung his sleeve with a wave of his hand.

  The gentle breeze that had been caressing his body gradually grew stronger. The next moment, the white-browed old man took a light step forward, his pace not large, but in the blink of an eye he disappeared from Mo Bei's line of sight once again.

  "Again, it's getting faster!" Mo Bei's mouth twitched as he stared at the white-browed old man who had disappeared into the dense forest.

  "If the immortal wants to get rid of me, why bother with such trouble. He has already turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared." Mo Bei's eyes flickered as he pondered in his heart, thinking: "The immortal said that if I want to become his apprentice, I must first pass his test. Could it be that this is the test?"

  "Good!" Mo Bei's expression changed, his eyes gleaming with determination: "I want to cultivate immortality, this is the only chance! Absolutely cannot be eliminated by the fairy elder!"

  He gritted his teeth, tightened his legs to the extreme, and lightly tapped his toes on the ground, as if a dragonfly touched the water, his body turned into a gust of wind, rushing out wildly!

  Do your best!

  An old man and a young boy, one in front and one behind, weaving through the mountains and forests.

  Whenever a beast blocks the way and comes to attack, the old man waves his hand, and a wisp of black mist rises, transforming into a black wind that pounces and kills.

  A black wind swept past, and no matter what kind of beast or bird of prey, they all turned into rows of white bones, not a single corpse remained intact!

  The distance between them was always ten zhang, neither far nor near.

  Mo Bei had the heart to follow up, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any closer to the White Eyebrow old man!

  Mo Bei immediately changed his running method, no longer frantically chasing after him, but instead using the most scientific and energy-efficient way to pursue him over long distances, based on his experience on Earth.

  Then he stretched out his hand and threw away the long sword of the Southern Mountain Swordsman!

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

  Mo Bei said: "This sword is good, I like it extremely, but now it's a burden to me, having it wastes my physical strength, so I can only abandon it!

  "Now I'll bear the pain and abandon it, in the future I can get something better!"

  The old man with white eyebrows nodded slightly for the first time and continued forward!

  Half a day later.

  His chest heaved violently, gasping for breath, his forehead covered in sweat, and his limbs felt as heavy as lead.

  "Okay...so tired..." Mo Bei only felt his heart in his chest constantly racing, his blood vessels constantly surging, almost bursting out of his throat.

  His chest was as if a raging flame was burning fiercely, his throat felt sweet and he almost spat blood.

  "No way, can't stop." Mo Bei's gums were almost bleeding from biting down too hard, as he struggled to hold back the dizziness and ran unsteadily.

  "I must cultivate immortality!"

  He took each step with all his might, using every last bit of strength he had since childhood, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

  Sweat as big as beans soaked all his clothes wet.

  Exhausting all his strength, Mo Bei sprinted for more than half a day, his body overdrawn to the limit, leaving only an empty shell. The obsession in his heart was sprouting, propping up that shaky body.

  "I mustn't, absolutely can't fall down... I still can..."

  As they made their way through the mountains and forests, they arrived at a small town. The old man with white eyebrows walked slowly towards the center of the town.

  Mo Bei followed closely behind!

  That white-browed old man is always ahead of you. Just one small step and you can catch up with him, but this one step, you will never be able to take!

  An old man with white eyebrows, calm and composed, shuttled through the crowded flow of people like a cloud drifting across the water. He navigated effortlessly among the throngs, yet not a single person was able to get close to him.

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

  "So many people?" Mo Bei's heart skipped a beat, and without hesitation, his legs burst out with powerful force, carrying him into the crowded throng with a whistling wind.

  "Get out of the way!" Mo Bei's thunderous roar shook people's eardrums.

  This sudden and sharp shout attracted everyone's attention, and they subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

  "Ah..."

  Just a moment ago, the streets were still neat and tidy, but in an instant, the strong gusts of wind overturned the stalls on both sides, pots, bowls, chopsticks, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, cabbage leaves, and eggshells flew everywhere, leaving a scene of utter chaos.

  The crowd was also blown by this strong gust of wind, automatically leaning to both sides, clearing a wide path.

  A residual shadow suddenly burst out from the midst of the grand road, stirring up a howling gust of wind, and flashed past everyone's face.

  In an instant, the entire bustling street was turned upside down, with people and horses tumbling about and chickens and dogs running wildly.

  "Selling buns, freshly baked buns, delicious and tasty, suitable for both young and old. One cent, one cent!" The fat boss of the bun shop wiped his sweat with a towel slung over his shoulder, having just taken out a steamer basket of hot buns and placed them on the counter.

  "Ah!"

  The owner of the baozi shop only felt a flash in front of him, and then a strong gust of wind suddenly swept past his face, almost knocking over the owner.

  "What is this thing?" The baozi shop owner didn't react for a long time, subconsciously looked down and was instantly stunned.

  The big steamer full of white fluffy meat buns that had just been taken out of the pot by myself suddenly disappeared without a trace, not even leaving behind a single bun wrapper.

  "Baozi! Baozi!"

  The owner of the baozi shop was sweating profusely, searching frantically and looking extremely bitter. A large silver bill floated gently down from thin air and landed on his head.

  "Money, I've made a fortune!" The fat boss stared at the silver note for half a moment, his face filled with wild joy, and he hastily stuffed the note into his hand, no longer caring about the baozi.

  Mo Bei ran swiftly, his mouth fiercely chewing on a bun, his left hand holding a cloth bag of rice balls, and his right hand twisting a water calabash filled with water. He stuffed two more buns into his mouth, but at that time he didn't eat much, for eating too much while running would be suicidal.

  Suppressing the hunger in his stomach, he quickly tied the cloth bag full of buns around his body, without slowing down at all. He swiftly followed the old man with white eyebrows through the crowd, not daring to rest for a moment.

  Time flies like a white horse passing through a crevice.

  Three days later, an endless expanse of yellow desert stretched out before us.

  The scorching sun hangs in the sky, crazily baking the earth.

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

  Occasionally, a few long-tailed lizards listlessly crawl back and forth on the sand.

  In the midst of this desert, the scorching and sticky waves make one feel as if they are in a furnace, as if their blood is about to evaporate.

  "Hmm... "

  A refreshing breeze blew gently, startling the few long-tailed lizards to hastily withdraw their necks. On the scorching sand, they left a string of footprints as fleeting as a dragonfly touching water, before vanishing into thin air.

  The clear wind wrapped around the white sleeve, and the old man with white eyebrows rolled it up with a wave of his hand, and it slowly dispersed. The old man with white eyebrows slightly turned his body to look back.

  "Shā, shā, shā, shā......"

  A series of slow and rhythmic footsteps echoed from behind a sand dune ten yards away, treading heavily on the sandy ground.

  A young man with disheveled hair, tattered clothes and a body as black as if he were a beggar gradually appeared in his line of sight.

  He had a roasted leg of beef slung over his left chest, a bundle of wrapped buns on his back, and a water calabash hung from his right waist, making a clattering sound as he walked.

  His dark face was scratched and bloody, but his complexion was calm and unruffled. The gaze emanating from his black pupils was extremely sharp, revealing a resolute color, as if the fierce blow had no effect on him at all.

  Seeing the old man with white eyebrows stop, Mo Bei also stopped in his tracks.

  "This young man." A hint of approval flashed across the old man's eyes, but it was fleeting and immediately returned to normal.

  The old man moistened his throat and a faint smile spread across his face: "Not bad, the first test is passed."

  Upon hearing the white-browed elder speak, Mo Bei revealed a hint of surprise and delight, taking two steps forward before kneeling down with a thud: "Could it be that the immortal elder has agreed to accept me as his disciple!?"

  Before he could kneel down, the white-browed old man waved his sleeve, stirring up a gentle breeze. The breeze lifted Mo Bei's knees, and he was unable to continue kneeling.

  The old man with white eyebrows slightly shook his head: "It's still too early to be happy now. You've only passed the first test, there's still another one!"

  "The path of cultivation is long and arduous. Having perseverance and resilience alone is far from enough. It also depends on your innate talent and spiritual roots."

  The old man with white eyebrows let out a long sigh, and the light in his eyes flickered, radiating an otherworldly aura: "If your innate talent is insufficient, no matter how hard you try, you will still end up accomplishing nothing on this path of immortality, and be mediocre and unremarkable."

  "I humbly obey the immortal's teachings." Mo Bei respectfully replied.

  "There is a chapter of Fa jue here," said the white-browed old man, pausing for a moment before continuing, "Now I will pass it on to you. If you have fate, you can learn it within seven days; if not, after seven days, become my demon servant."

  "Thank you, Fairy!" Mo Bei was overjoyed and repeatedly thanked her with clasped hands.

  "Wait."

  The old man with white eyebrows sneered and said, "You seem to have not yet understood the meaning of this magic puppet. If you don't learn it within seven days, I will capture your soul, refine it into a puppet for my use, and then inject your soul back into your body. This is what's called a magic puppet."

  "By then, you will no longer be yourself, but a walking corpse, my puppet!" The white-browed old man said with a hint of cruel intent in the smile at the corner of his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "Are you willing?"

  Mo Bei's heart skipped a beat, his eyes flickered, and he revealed a thoughtful expression.

  So if I'm not myself and am controlled by others, isn't that no different from being dead? Once I fail, I'll have to die?

  The old man with white eyebrows was calm and composed, quietly gazing at Mo Bei.

  Half a moment later, Mo Bei raised his head again. The hesitation in his eyes had turned into unwavering determination: "I am alone in this world, with no ties or attachments. My lifelong wish is to live forever; I do not want to die."

  "I'd rather die than regret it, I'm willing!"