Chapter 109: A Humble and Pitiful Heart Gives Rise to a Playful Joke

  Just as the practitioners of Lie Feng Zong were frantically escaping, Wang Guang coldly laughed behind them. When those people charged at the black smoke screen, he had already sensed it, but just to set up his next move, and didn't bother with them.

  When those Qi practitioners were about to escape, Wang Guang had already thrown the Wan Gui banner into the air. Suddenly, he thrust his hands into the body of the old woman embedded in the banner, ignoring her painful cries and leaving his fingernails stuck in her body. Then, a puff of green smoke fell on the banner, swirling around it.

  "Everyone, please stay where you are. I'm borrowing your souls for a moment." Wang Guang's face twisted in a fierce grin as he grasped the long banner and shook it. Suddenly, ten thumb-thick black lights shot out of the old woman's mouth and nose. These black lights were faster than lightning, and the ten fastest Qi-refining cultivators didn't even have time to react before they heard a series of cracking sounds. The black lights sliced off the heads of the ten cultivators. For a moment, all the other fleeing cultivators froze in place, not daring to move a muscle.

  After seeing the leader of the sect and several strongest fellow disciples being killed by Wang Guang's dark light, the female Qi-refining cultivator who had clashed with the leader sat down on a fur-like magic treasure, trembling: "Fellow Daoist, spare my life! As long as you give me a way to survive, I'll do anything." The female Qi-refining cultivator struggled hard for a few moments but couldn't get up, seemingly frightened by Wang Guang's methods.

  Looking at the masterless large bowl-like treasure, Wang Guang had the intention to go forward and extract the black smoke from it, so as not to harm the treasure. Unfortunately, before he could act, the treasure exploded with a loud "bang" due to the lack of its master's support, sending tens of thousands of black air surging into the sky. The Taoist quickly waved his long sleeve to gather up those filthy airs.

  "Are you willing to be the material for my Poor Dao Fa Bao? Just like this person." After putting away the black smoke, Wang Guang turned his head and glanced at the other Qi Refining Cultivators before focusing on the limp female cultivator and smiling.

  The female practitioner quickly swept a glance at Wang Guang's long banner, and hastily lowered her head. She had already seen the situation on the banner when Wang Guang held it up and jumped out. On it, an old woman without four limbs was struggling and wailing non-stop, sometimes cursing people for being evil and cruel, and sometimes bitterly begging people to be kind and spare her life.

  After hearing Wang Guang's words, the woman's first reaction was to refuse to resist. She didn't want to struggle for survival like the old woman on the long banner, unable to live or die. But thinking again, if this demon Taoist really wanted to use her as material and throw her onto the long banner, why would he need to ask questions? He could just grab her directly. At this time, she didn't dare to believe that the demon Taoist's magical powers were insufficient, unable to activate the powerful treasure. So she suddenly raised her head and laughed: "If fellow Taoist doesn't need me as material for your treasure, I wouldn't dare refuse, I can only agree."

  "Good! Good! Good! I like your temperament. You may stand up and rest aside for a while, I have something to ask you later." Wang Guang burst into a strange laughter upon hearing the female Qi practitioner's answer.

  "Daozhang, I am willing to surrender to you, as long as you let me live." A slightly clever cultivator saw the situation and thought for a moment before kneeling in mid-air to beg the Daoist to spare his life. The other surviving cultivators also came to their senses at this time, each one kowtowing on the ground and shouting that they would be willing to serve Wang Guang as cattle or horses, never betraying him for eternity.

  "Master Dao is the most kind-hearted Qi Gong master under heaven, and has never killed innocent people indiscriminately. From now on, let us become Master Dao's sword and knife to kill those who are evil and wicked, and help Master Dao gain a good reputation!" A Qi Gong master scratched his ears and cheeks, thinking for half a day, and stuttered to flatter Wang Guang.

  "Great Heaven's Respect! I, a humble monk, was originally a good person. Seeing the chaos of practitioners in the world, I had the idea to sweep away the filth. Today, thanks to you all, I have seen some hope." This guy shook his head and shamelessly boasted about himself, blowing himself up as one of the few moral people in the world, better than anyone else. "Someone like me, with a kind heart and soft hands, is rarely seen nowadays."

  Seven or eight surrendered practitioners nodded in agreement, who dared to refute half a sentence? Some people saw their companions flattering Wang Guang, making the Taoist very happy, so they also racked their brains to flatter. Poor practitioners usually did the business of robbing and looting, doing the business of killing and arson, where would they know what flattery was? After repeated attempts, there were only a few sentences, and finally stopped after Wang Guang became bored.

  "What's your name? Tell me, why do you want to surrender?" Wang Guang pointed at the kneeling female cultivator with a puzzled expression. This guy used to be in the Qingfeng Mountains, fighting with others, and even if his opponent couldn't resist, he would just escape, never saying anything about surrendering. He didn't expect that today, seeing so many sect cultivators shouting "surrender" one after another, asking him to spare their lives, which piqued his curiosity, making him want to ask for an explanation.

  "Her surname was Xiao, and her secular name had only one jade character. She hesitated, knowing that her magical powers were weak, and she had never possessed a Daoist title." The woman secretly let out a sigh of relief and hastily addressed Wang Guangdao in the same manner as the other Qi-practitioners: "Daozhang, you don't know this, but for us Qi-practitioners who are so weak and powerless, we all pursue longevity with one heart. No one wants to die. As long as we can live on and have a chance to pursue longevity, we will use every means to fight for it."

  Wang Guang looked puzzled and somewhat disbelieving at the other Qi practitioners. Those Qi practitioners hastily nodded in agreement, saying that they all wanted to live on in order to have a chance to fight for a long-life position, and no one wanted to die early and lose their hope of longevity.

  "What a joke for seeking immortality! What a joke for seeking immortality!" Wang Guang burst out laughing: "In the past, someone wept bitterly at a banquet and was asked why they were crying. The person replied, 'I have no hope of living forever, so I am heartbroken.' Others present also looked sorrowful, and when asked, gave the same answer; but there was someone who didn't care, saying 'That immortality is just like flowers in the mirror or the moon on the water - nobody can get it. The idea that practicing Taoism can lead to immortality is just a rumor spread by foolish commoners.'"

  "I was perplexed in my heart that day, pondering the Taoist scriptures seeking answers. The book said: 'Long life is just a benefit produced when practitioners of Qi absorb and spit out the essence of the sun and moon, taking in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to counter various disasters.' I didn't believe it, and asked my original heart again. My original heart responded: 'Swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, is just for strengthening oneself, so as not to be bullied by others - where is the long life in that?'"

  "The answers are all different, but what's the harm? After working hard for many years or even a hundred years, it's not just to gain more longevity, but also to have greater abilities so as not to be bullied by others. There are countless reasons, but only these two essences."

  Wang Guang muttered to himself for a while, then smiled strangely and said: "If you want to live, it's not impossible, but I have a small request. Let's see if you can agree to it."

  "Please, Master Dao, just spare my life and I'll do anything you ask." A cultivator nearby asked anxiously.