"He...he... tries not to accept the luck of heaven and earth!"

All of them were in their minds with this incredible judgment.

In this world created by the God of Desolation, nothing is more touching than the fortune of heaven and earth. Having it is equivalent to having the right to dominate everything. If a mountain blocks the way, a thought can make it collapse. If a river blocks its way, a thought can make it move. And many secrets between heaven and earth will become clearer with the process of fusion. As long as it is completely integrated, the world can be controlled by itself.

This kind of power is much more precious than a powerful magic weapon. Some old monsters can be seized by their lives for this. How could someone refuse? No matter what, you can't think of a reason to refuse. (..)

The snake spirit took a deep breath and became even more curious about this mysterious man. Those who dared to reject the fortune of heaven and earth are either stupid or bold. How could a person who can be recognized by the wild tribe and heaven and earth be stupid?

Only great ambition! Great ambition that is unmoved when facing extremely strong temptations!

The snake spirit deeply understands that sometimes what requires more courage than death is to refuse temptation. These old monsters have lived for so many years and no longer care about life and death. Some things are even worthy of life to protect, but in the face of the gift of powerful power, who can refuse?

And inheriting the fortune of the wilderness clan with all benefits without any harm will not have any impact on the mysterious man. Why did he refuse?

Or is this mysterious man greedy for life and fear of death? He is afraid of being chased by the three tribes after inheriting the fortune of the wilderness? Or is he trying to increase the difficulty on the road of cultivation? Challenge himself?

All of these conjectures are unreasonable, and the more this happens, the more the snake spirit wants to see this mysterious man.

In the Guyuan Pavilion in Qifeng Town, a middle-aged man with a greasy face and a fat belly was sitting on a chair, lifting up a teapot beside him, pouring two cups gracefully and gently, slowly picking up a cup and taking a sip, like a very knowledgeable literati and scholar.

Next to him was a young man with white hair and a young face. The boy was very handsome, with an extremely gentle smile on his face, and his eyes showed vicissitudes that were inconsistent with his appearance.

He spoke softly, his old voice with a hint of hoarseness, which was not nice.

"After observing for so long, what do you think of this boy?"

Huaying was stunned by this irrelevant question, then smiled suddenly and replied respectfully: "This child is cruel, ruthless, has great perseverance and ambition, which is indeed good."

The boy smiled slightly, and said nothing.

Huaying frowned slightly, wondering if she didn't say it right or didn't say it all?

"Master, I... wasn't right?"

The boy smiled slightly: "Of course you didn't say it right. Maybe you were right in your heart, but you didn't say it all."

Huaying's eyebrows slightly raised and said with a smile: "This son is grateful for his kindness."

“That’s right.”

The boy stood up from the chair, walked to the window, looked at the rainbow in the sky, and murmured: "It's been so many years since I saw such a good seedling."

Good seedlings? Am I not counting? Huaying said with great grievance: "Master..."

"You don't count."

The boy's words were concise and direct, which seriously damaged Huaying's self-esteem, but Huaying was not much depressed. He knew his master very well. He was gentle on the surface and was a good person, but in fact, he was mostly eccentric and treacherous in his heart. He always wanted to ridicule others, but he was also a good person.

"Does the master want to accept him as his disciple?"

"I don't want to do it for the time being."

Huaying was slightly surprised and asked, "Zhang Yang's murderous thoughts are mostly cold. He has reached a point where he deviated from normal and is close to the extreme. Moreover, he has many opportunities and great luck. Now he has the luck of the wild tribe. Isn't that qualified?"

The young man frowned slightly, turned his head to stare at Huaying, and said lightly: "You must remember that opportunities and fortunes are not given by others, but obtained by yourself. Besides, the so-called demons we practice are vague in my opinion, and they are very different from all monks. We practice extremes. Even if he is lucky enough to the wild clan, he will not be lucky enough to let the luck of the immortal clan, demon clan, and all races be lucky enough. He is just close to the extreme and cannot reach it. Speaking of which, he is not even close to Ye Buzhan."

Huaying bent down quickly and apologized: "Disciple knows the mistake."

The boy did not look at the picture, but continued: "This boy experienced indifference since he was a child and saw cunning, so he was also indifferent and cunning when he grew up. He did not believe in anyone, and very few people could enter his heart."

"At the same time, it makes him yearn for others to care, so he will repay the kindness of water with a spring of water. He has a bottom line and principles in doing things. It is this that makes him unable to reach the extreme."

When Huaying heard this, her expression suddenly changed drastically and said nervously: "Master, you haven't touched divination for many years. Have you ever done a divination for the sake of publicity? This will make you live longer."

"Let me keep talking."

The boy rebuked with dissatisfaction and continued, "So if the person who can enter his heart in the future is not a great good, it is a great evil."

"My teacher doesn't want others to affect his extreme heart any more, so my teacher wants to help him and make him reach the extreme."
Chapter completed!