My Years of Making Money from Spirit Stones

[Immortals and Demons + Dark + Slow Burn]

“Cultivators pursue the Dao, pay no heed to the mortal world, endure endless hardships, and attain carefree immortality.”

“Demonic cultivators slaughter the people, show no mercy, seize the power of all living beings, and satisfy their own desires.”

The elder on the stage lectured like an old scholar on the differences between cultivation and demonic cultivation.

“Will you seek the Dao?” “No.” “Will you eat?” “Sure.”

His sharp gaze swept over a person and a beast whispering among the crowd. The elder pointed at the boy:

“Answer me.”

“What does it mean to pay no heed to the mortal world? What does it mean to show no mercy?”

“To see all living beings as straw dogs, and regard ants as nothing.”

“What does it mean to be carefree? What does it mean to satisfy your own desires?”

“To kill as I please and call it freedom, to seek immortality and make it my desire.”

The elder’s brows knitted tighter and tighter. He demanded, “What is an immortal? What is a demon?”

“Just a demon who’s a little kinder, and an immortal who’s a little more vicious. Shackled, neither has attained transcendence.”

“Impudent brat! What path do you seek?” The elder was beside himself with rage.

“I seek the Immortal-Demon Dao.” The boy grinned cheekily.

He would pursue immortality and fill his bottomless well of desires, while indulging his undiminished sense of fun. With his Dao heart set, why should he let others tell him what to do?

Those who wounded my heart are already ashes of yesterday; those who obstruct my path will become the soil of today; those who bully the weak will be minced meat tomorrow.

I am the Nine Heavens, I am supreme. Shackled by none, I walk my own path.

The lives of heaven and earth do not catch my eye; right and wrong, black and white, are matters of the heart alone.

I can save someone condemned by a thousand, or slaughter the sage in the hall.

The Spirit-Seizing Art, the Soul-Refining Manual, the Book Without a Dao, the road to immortality.

A Bodhi blossom that gathers fortune brings the worldly road to immortality into focus.

And so the boy carried his pet along, stumbling forward. The farther he went, the farther he traveled.