The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2730 I Really Want Tao
When masters clash, they stop when they've made their point; even without anyone intervening, the two old geezers wouldn't actually fight.

Old Wang plopped down in the VIP room, not uttering the classic "Change the batch," but pointing at the concierge in the high-slit cheongsam who had been leading the way, his voice crisp and youthful: "You!"

The concierge nearly fainted on the spot, stammering, "No, I can't do it. I'm sorry... I..."

Zombie Tao Hongben gave a thumbs up: "Good eye! You have great taste!"

"You lot..." Xiahou Haiwei's car overturned with a thud, knocking over a potted plant. He instinctively reached out to steady it, only to hear a crack as one leg of his pants split open along the seam. "Damn! Damp maggots! This is the only low-class trick you've got left!"

Tao Hongben, like a husky, points at someone and shouts, "Haha!"

Martinis... Martinis is probably the kind of person that no entertainment industry would accept. How to describe it? Even Li Cang, on the surface, is at most just a person, while Martinis is a person plus dozens of people. Wherever she stands, she is a distorted existence: "The Holy One of our time... Teacher Cang has become even purer. I mean, my opinion is exactly the opposite of Tao's. Your aura, your bloodline, your will, your spiritual power are moving towards an unparalleled purification stage. God among men, Holy Spirit of our time!"

Li Cang sighed, his face flushed. That "byd" had finally said that word. He really wanted to kill him, but wouldn't it be too much to suspect him of murder to cover it up?

Scholars often belittle each other, and Tao Hongben immediately frowned: "How do you know?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Bian Xiu toyed with the incense the technicians brought in, lit it casually, and placed it on the candlestick next to Meng Fanting: "A large group of wills descended, souls were swapped, but they couldn't do anything to my brother. What else can disturb my brother Cang's Dao heart?"

The mage blushed slightly: "Actually, no—"

Xiahou Haiwei said, "Heh, let this old man show Cangzi a thing or two. What's the point of just talking big? What's the difference between this and fraud?"

Tao Hongben was furious: "What are you barking about now? We, as people of this generation, take the well-being of all people as our responsibility. How could you, a country bumpkin, possibly fathom our level of understanding? What else can you do besides fooling innocent women and children by digging up graves? You—"

"Then you go ahead and look! Look at the aura, look at Cangzi, look at Lao Wang, look at this base, this worldline!"

“You @#￥%…”

"The barking of a defeated dog! A rage of incompetence! All talk and no action! All flash and no substance!"

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Seeing that Tao Hongben was about to choke on his breath, Lao Wang quickly interrupted, "Hey, hey, have some tea, have some tea, have some tea! Come on, buddy, let's be less abstract and more sincere!"

The old man's health has been overdrawn over the years, and he's basically on par with Bei Zhikang, maybe even worse. He looks elegant and otherworldly, no different from someone in their fifties or sixties, but in reality, he's long since turned to dust. If he were to suddenly die...
Old Wang had no doubt that the old man's death would take Bei Zhikang's old silver coin with him.

Scattered, they're like stars in the sky; gathered, they're like a sparse bubble. When a group of people, each individually brilliant, come together, the most abstract becomes the most reliable. Old Wang said, "Everyone, think about it. They've exhausted all their resources, from second-tier cities to entropy change systems and the Investiture of the Gods. What are they saying now? They're running away like pigs and wolves, tumbling and crawling, aren't they? There's a saying among fortune tellers: the more you calculate your fate, the thinner it gets. Think about it, you guys think about this!"

“Well, actually, observing qi is different, but it’s not a big problem for you to say that.” Tao Hongben smiled at the technician and put his foot into the tub: “Life is inherently full of twists and turns. No matter how many possibilities a person can see, it is ultimately limited. But now, we have countless branches of change, as numerous as stars, flashing before our eyes like fireworks every moment, and I can only capture the most insignificant part of them.”

Even at a time like this, Tao Hongben didn't forget to kick Xiahou Haiwei, saying, "A person like him can't even understand what I'm saying, but Bian Xiu certainly can. He has the advantage of location and the right timing. Even with human effort, writing, and rituals, it's still so difficult to guess the traces left by our ancestors, let alone to look ahead to the infinite secrets of heaven!"

"My death is nothing to regret, but everything I've seen, including everything that's already set in stone, has a slim chance of undergoing some subtle change or shift. What's more terrifying than peeking at the glimmer of hope is the uncertainty of whether this carefully chosen, fortuitous glimmer of hope will be inexplicably extinguished."

"Bei Zhikang and I can't afford to gamble on this. Of course, this might seem ridiculous to you, since I haven't actually done anything, but..." Tao Hongben shook his head, "I can't express this... but it's real. As for how much power and effect it can have, well, my lifespan isn't over yet. If I pay a little attention, living a few more decades and dying peacefully isn't difficult. Just let nature take its course."

"What if you get pulled back up again?" Old Wang shrugged. "I mean, what if they pull you back up with something like the Book of the Dead?"

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Tao Hongben was drenched in sweat, his fearful yet innocent gaze as if he were discovering evil in the world for the first time, his entire being completely overwhelmed by goosebumps.

Old Wang shrugged: "Living is easy, and being resurrected isn't difficult either!"

Li Cang thought for a moment and then offered a supplementary answer: "If you find that difficult, a mill is actually a viable option."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Tao Hongben snapped. "How can you young people believe in such feudal superstitions? Didn't we agree that you'd only come to wash our feet?"

Old Wang scoffed, "You've already gone upstairs and you're still here washing your feet? You can fool yourself, but don't fool your brothers too!"

Bian Xiu said with a serious face, "Master Tao, for the prosperity of humanity and the survival of the world, I think you wouldn't mind living in another form, would you?"

Xiahou Haiwei waved his hand, not because he didn't need to say more, but because he had another brilliant idea: "Oh, you can't say that. The spirit, or the lost spirit, still lacks a certain basic material enjoyment. The missing part may be slow at first, but once it begins to decay, it will be like a landslide. Martinis and I once thought of a way to use two methods of rigidification to imprison the soul in the body, which can keep it alive for three thousand years, and after death, it will not perish for three thousand years. If it perishes, it will not be reborn for three thousand years. I would call it the Longevity Therapy!"

"No." Tao Hongben's mind was about to explode. How could you all be discussing this so meticulously in a foot massage parlor? How did it suddenly turn into an attack on me? After trying to calm himself down, Tao Hongben pounded on the armrest: "Let nature take its course! Understand? Let nature take its course!"