The Biography of Zhang Tao's Immortality

"Gods?" These two words popped into Zhang Tao's mind, and then he denied it himself, "No, grandma said that there are no gods in this world..." But he saw with his own eyes that those people were indeed flying in the sky! Zhang Tao held his breath, hid behind a big rock, and carefully poked half of his head out. He could see clearly that these people were surrounding a strange plant. The plant was only half a person tall, and was green all over. There were three bright red fruits hanging on the branches. There was a vague brilliance flowing on the surface of the fruits, which looked like they were not ordinary things at first glance. "Fellow Taoists, I discovered this Zhu Yan Guo first, please give me some respect!" The speaker was a middle-aged Taoist priest, holding a whisk in his hand. The silver wires on the whisk stood up and were as sharp as steel needles. "Hmph, you discovered it? Is it possible that the thing growing in this mountain has your name engraved on it?" An old man in black robe sneered, turned his hands, and two fireballs appeared out of thin air in his palms. "Stop talking nonsense, I'll see the real deal below!" Shouted the young man who was stepping on the flying sword. With a flick of his sword, the flying sword turned into a stream of light and went straight towards the middle-aged Taoist priest. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.