Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

On March 7th, he sternly refused.

"When you gave it to me, you said it wasn't good enough, but after I played just one game, you changed your mind."

"This is not your strength, child."

"But I really did those moves myself! I am a true martial arts master!!"

"grass."

Chapter 962 Do you also seek immortality?

Danding Division.

A market for practicing medicine.

“These are truly rare medicinal herbs,” Natasha said, standing in front of the stall with a beaming smile.

Seeing a customer approaching, the stall owner quickly leaned closer and whispered:

"Judging from your appearance, you're also a non-civilized person. How about you try to find a way to achieve immortality?"

"Immortality?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, immortality!"

The stall owner, wearing a cloth hat, said slyly:

"Isn't there a martial arts ceremony being held recently? Many visitors from beyond the heavens have arrived in Luofu, mainly to seek the immortal ship's method of achieving immortality, in addition to watching the competition."

"My esteemed guest, just think about it. You came to the Immortal Ship, not only watched the competition, but also sought immortality. Isn't that a huge win?!"

"Short-lived species have a lifespan of only a hundred years, no... maybe even less than a hundred years, but long-lived species are a different story."

"Even the most ordinary people on the Immortal Ship can survive..."

Before he could finish speaking, a Cloud Rider walked over from the side.

“Live what?” Natasha asked.

"What I mean is, this medicinal herb is extremely difficult to cultivate and keep alive." The stall owner picked up a herb and said seriously:

“Normally, even at medical markets, you rarely see this kind of thing. But since we’re destined to meet today, I’ll sell it to you for thirty dan of dung per gram. You can pay with credit points.”

Natasha: "..."

"Miss March 7th, is this the person you're looking for?" Yunqi asked March 7th as he approached.

"Yes, yes, thank you!"

"You're welcome."

On March 7th, after bidding farewell to Yunqi, he hurriedly ran to Natasha's side.

"Natasha, I've finally found you."

"Oh?" Natasha straightened up in front of the stall and asked with a smile:

Is anything happening in March?

"Yes."

March 7th was very happy and said:

"Our Belloberg team has a good chance of winning the championship this time because I just came up with a super brilliant method."

"You mean... the martial arts ceremony that Luca is participating in?"

"Yes, yes, that's it."

On the seventh day of the third month, with arms clasped in front of him, he was confident and prepared.

"According to the rules, only those whose scores are in the same rank can challenge someone in the same rank."

"Next, I will challenge all the threatening contestants and drive their scores down so low that they can't challenge Luca!"

"Then I ran into him, and I shot."

"That means the final championship belongs to us, Bellberg!"

"Eh?"

Natasha was taken aback.

"I don't really understand rules and such."

"But if that's the case, you'll be playing many matches a day in March, right? Can your body handle it?"

"Don't worry, I am one of the shareholders of the History and Culture Museum. It's time for me to contribute to the city."

On March 7th, sleeves are rolled up, full of energy.

"As a newly crowned martial arts master, I'm determined to overturn the entire martial arts ceremony and show those high-tech gadgets what traditional martial arts really are!"

"Oh my, so this is traditional martial arts?"

A smug voice came from behind March 7th.

She turned around and saw Scott, wrapped up like a mummy, standing there, mocking her.

"?"

"Isn't this my defeated foe, Scott? Why aren't you using your super expensive potion?"

"Tsk, you really think I can't beat you?"

Scott looked at him with pity.

"I never intended to continue competing. The reason I stayed on the field was because of my mobility issues."

"You've actually gained confidence from this."

"What trashy traditional martial arts? If I had just brought a regular pistol, you wouldn't even have a chance to fight back."

"Firearms again." March 7th crossed his arms, looking utterly disdainful.

"You people are turning this martial arts ceremony into an interstellar war."

"A martial arts demonstration, isn't it all about highlighting the word 'martial'?" Scott said with a faint smile.

"Since we're going to use force, we have to talk about weapons. Firearms, why can't they be considered weapons? Ha—?"

"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for not having enough money."

Scott shrugged.

"These days, fighting is all about credits, isn't it? If you're poor, you can't even afford armor, and your knife is dull."

"If a galactic war breaks out, the people of such backward planets will only be enslaved."

"This martial arts ceremony is actually a microcosm of the galactic war!"

"Who is this?" Natasha asked.

“It’s the company dog,” March 7th commented bluntly.

"Oh? The company dog?"

Upon hearing this, the stall owner quickly put down the herbs, rubbed his hands together, and turned to Scott with a smile.

"Sir, would you like to consider Changsheng? Since you're a company employee, you must have a lot of credits, right?"

"Don't worry, as long as you have enough money, I guarantee you'll live at least another 800 years!"

"Immortality?" Scott frowned slightly, then sneered at the stall owner:

"Hahahaha—this is hilarious!"

"Did I hear that right? You bunch of idiots from the Immortal Ship still consider immortality a selling point? Aren't you enjoying the Demonic Yin Body's effects enough?"

"Guest! Please keep your voice down!!"

The stall owner quickly looked around, sweating profusely, and said in a low voice through gritted teeth:

"Rest assured, the longevity we offer is absolutely worth the price."

"Even if you're deeply entangled in demonic influence, if you have eight hundred years, at least six hundred of them are guaranteed to be happy, right?"

"Those minor side effects are nothing compared to the others."

"Think about it, you have so much money, wouldn't it be pointless to go to your grave early?"

"You may have worked diligently for the first half of your life, but after you've saved enough money, you find that your hair has turned white and all the money you've earned has ended up in the pockets of medical institutions."

"Think about it, is your life merely about living like an animal?"

“This…” Scott was taken aback.

Seeing that his words had worked, the stall owner continued:

"As long as you live long enough, you will have plenty of time to do whatever you want!"

"You will remain forever young, and no one of the opposite sex will ever find fault with your appearance due to age again. They will even praise you as a noble immortal being!"

"You can also marry a rich woman and wait until she dies, inheriting all her property, and then truly start your own life."

The stall owner talked on and on, leaving Scott completely bewildered.

It seems... there's actually some truth to it?

Even if the demonic spirit were to manifest, it would take hundreds of years.

If I can live that much longer because of this, it's not too bad, is it?

"How much?" Scott asked, frowning.

"Sir, you're really perceptive!" The stall owner pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket, took two steps forward, and quietly handed it to him.

"Come to the location marked above at 8 PM tonight. I'll be waiting for you there."

Scott nodded.

Natasha, who had been watching the whole thing, couldn't help but ask March 7:

"Is this so-called immortality really the kind of immortality I've been thinking about?"