Altar Master Who Was Scared Silly

"It makes sense that you chose to be a loose cultivator, early on there are many things needed from the mortal world. In the future, no matter if it’s the bodybuilding equipment, a place for cultivation, or medicine ingredients that can be bought from normal people, they all need large amounts of money from the mortal world. After all, in the phrase, ‘wealth, companion, fortune, land,’ wealth comes first." Medicine Master guffawed. Of course, the ‘wealth’ he referred to was not normal money. It referred more to natural treasures, precious medicinal herbs, high quality medicine pills, and divine weapons commonly used among cultivators.

"I don’t know how the others in the group make money, but I can impart my method to you. Nevertheless, riches of mortal world are not indispensable for me." Medicine Master laughed, "After you are successful with Foundation Establishment, I’ll teach you a few ways to refine liquefied pills that are useless to cultivators but very useful for normal people. When the time comes, I’ll teach you how to act like a pretentious prick- oh no, I meant make boatloads of money."

Song Shuhang’s eyes glimmered.

"Then, Senior, what do I need to do for you?" Shuhang knew the customs of the group—reciprocation comes after a favor. Even yesterday, when Northern River’s Loose Cultivator wanted to gift him a Foundation Establishment technique, it was an ‘investment’.

"Haha, Little Friend Shuhang is so quick to learn the ways of exchange of the Nine Provinces Number One Group?" Medicine Master laughed, "Speaking of those years when I established my money-making route, it wasn’t for money, but mainly for acquiring twenty different types of deep-sea medicinal herbs every year. Afterwards, you’ll be responsible for refining some for trade. At that time, just give me the twenty ingredients and forty percent of the mundane riches you receive from the other side every year—the leftover sixty percent will count as the payment for employing you. As for the details, we’ll talk more after you’re successful with Foundation Establishment."

Song Shuhang did not know how much the sixty percent Medicine Master referred to was; he gladly accepted Medicine Masters terms.

The two talked while walking.

Soon, they arrived at the small alley in Auspicious Street Area where ‘Song someone’ was saving a damsel in distress yesterday.

"Hmm?" Medicine Master stopped all of a sudden.

Then, he quickly turned his head towards the very back end of the alley, his fierce gaze like a sharp sword that could pierce through one’s soul!

"What’s the matter? Senior?" perplexed, Song Shuhang asked.

A moment later, Medicine Master turned and smiled, "Nothing, just some annoying stalkers. Every time I go out, there’s always someone who likes to send his or her junior after me. They’re either looking for a chance to cotton up to me, wanting me to help refine some medicine pills, or they’re seeing if I’m looking for some precious medicinal herbs, hoping to pick up scraps from me. It’s precisely because these idiots are too annoying that every time I find a place to dig herbs, even the most normal Morning Dew Mysterious Grass will be transplanted... I’m not going to leave them a single hair!"

As it turned out, Medicine Master was a human-shaped treasure-discovering device? Always finding a place with medicinal herbs? Otherwise, why would there be people who specially follow him to pick scraps.

It seemed that Medicine Master had a huge grudge against stalkers.

In the depths of the small alley, a shadow lay weakly against the wall, both hands trembling as he took out a cigarette, silently lighting it.

It was none other than the Altar Master whose life experiences could be compiled and made into a tragedy piece.

‘What a scary presence, this is already the pressure brought on by difference in quality of true qi.’

The instant Medicine Master glared at him, he felt as if he was almost going to die.

Altar Master had followed Song Shuhang’s trail to arrive at Jiangnan area. He wanted the ghost spirit, which Song Shuhang and Soft Feather each had one of.

But, forget about the one Soft Feather had.

That girl traveled a great distance to take away the ghost spirit, as if she’d vowed to get it. Moreover, that girl was powerful, and came from an affluent family. Altar Master thought that even if he knelt and gave away all his property, that girl would not bat an eye. Obtaining the ghost spirit from her was practically impossible. 

As for robbing it up front? The Altar Master never considered it. He felt that even if ten of him were to go at once, it wouldn’t even suffice for a beating from that girl.

Contrarily, that mysterious and profound ‘Senior Song’ did not seem to care much for the ghost spirit. At that time, it was under Soft Feather’s constant requests that he accepted it. Perhaps this ‘Senior Song’ was so powerful that he turned his nose up at the ghost spirit. In that case, maybe he did have a chance to trade for the ghost spirit with him!

The Altar Master had a slither of hope left inside, secretly sending men after Song Shuhang.

He also instructed his subordinates to gather intel on ‘Senior Song’ to see if this senior had any needs, so that he can cater to his likes and trade back the ghost spirit.

One day later, ‘Senior Song’s personal information was sent by the subordinates to the Altar Master.

Song Shuhang, male, eighteen years old. Jiangnan College Mechanical Engineering faculty, School of Machinery Design and Manufacturing, new student of 19th Department 43rd Class, graduated from Linluo First Middle School.

Now lodging in Jiangnan College Town.

A very ordinary youth. The personal profile also noted that he had no priors, and was a student who liked helping others.

When the Altar Master saw the mysterious ‘Senior Song’s profile, he was utterly shocked.

He was not seeing wrong, right? Maybe he was dazzled? This profile, was it really a cultivator’s profile? Not a normal human male college student’s?

‘This profile’s fake?’ That was the first thought that came to his mind.

He stared at this profile for a long long while. The two-inch photo on the profile, which depicted a youth with a warm smile, was without a doubt that ‘Senior Song’s countenance.

The Altar Master held the report on Song Shuhang, lost in thought.

Inside his brain was a spectacular mess, hundreds of thousands of thoughts appearing.

At last, he chose to personally tail Song Shuhang.

He wanted to confirm whether there was a mistake in his subordinate’s information. So, was Song Shuhang a powerful cultivator or a mere mortal?

If this ‘Senior Song’ was really a mere mortal, taking back the ghost spirit would be as easy as turning one’s hand!

At that moment, Altar Master made a fierce vow in his heart. If this Song Shuhang was truly a mere mortal, he would pull out his veins and skin him, then extract his soul and turn it into a resentful ghost! That was the only way to dissolve the hatred he felt from being terrified for several days.

And so… he personally rushed to Jiangnan College Town.

When he arrived at Jiangnan area, he happened to see Song Shuhang walk with a fashionable shamate man.

He tailed them very carefully, diligently hiding his presence. After all, before he confirmed whether Song Shuhang was a powerful senior or a mere mortal, he needed to be more conscientious.

He felt that he was hiding well, for Song Shuhang and the shamate man didn’t notice him at all.

First, he would observe Song Shuhang for a few days, then find a chance to test and see whether Song Shuhang was a cultivator or a mere mortal! Or so he thought.

However, just as he thought he was well hidden, the shamate man walking alongside Song Shuhang turned and glared at him.

Those smokey-eye make-up eyes were as sharp as a sword! That gaze was like a male eagle at the top of the clouds looking down superciliously at a group of plump quails in a grass nest!

Or, as if a primordial demon sneering at the ant at its fingertips!

Absolutely terrifying, where did this guy come out from?

The Altar Master was originally a cowardly and cautious man. For someone like him, the longer he lived, the more cautious and cowardly he became.

He had been scared silly.

After smoking a cigarette, Altar Master’s trembling hands gradually calmed.

No matter how afraid, he still had to face what he had to face.

After forcefully extinguishing the cigarette, Altar Master forced himself to calm down, ‘This time, once I get the ghost spirit back, I’ll return home in the northernmost land to properly cultivate.

However, I should first wait for Song Shuhang and the scary shamate man to separate, then look for an opportunity to make a move.‘