Chapter 708 - 707: The Purple Light Sword is an Immortal Sword
"Are you the one occupying Chicken Mountain?" When Yusuf Zuck arrived back at the foot of Chicken Mountain with the group of demons in tow along with the green-robed cultivator, the cultivator finally raised his eyebrows in astonishment.
"Elder, you can stop here. There’s nothing interesting on this mountain, so how about we part ways here?" Yusuf had no intention of bringing this stranger into the mountain; after all, it was uncertain whether he was a friend or foe. Although he had shown goodwill, who knew what he really wanted to do?
"Ha-ha!" Upon hearing Yusuf’s words, the green-robed cultivator laughed heartily and playfully suggested, "Are you afraid I’ll discover the secrets of your Chicken Mountain? How about we see who can reach the summit first?"
"What?" Yusuf was taken aback, and the group of powerful demons was also shocked!
"If I told you the rooster from those days was raised by me, would you believe me?" The green-robed cultivator chuckled again and with one step, entered the thick mists.
Yusuf Zuck was the cave master of Chicken Mountain, and Chicken Mountain itself was a Magic Treasure, so he knew everything about it like the back of his hand.
Yet, as the green-robed cultivator stepped into the mist, Yusuf’s forehead began to sweat—because... because... that man reached the mountaintop in one step and then turned around, looking at him with a smile.
"Let’s go back to the mountain." With a grand wave of his hand, Yusuf flew back first.
Once he returned to the mountain’s summit plaza, Yusuf bowed deeply to the man, certain that this was an extremely powerful being whose realm probably far exceeded his imagination. If this person had wanted to kill or harm him, they wouldn’t have been playing games with him.
"The little rooster ate the Spirit Fruits and pill beans I fed it, then it gained Spiritual Wisdom. Later, my master helped it cultivate. But back then, we were in the north of the clouds. After my master and I left, it moved to the Southern Continent. So many years have passed, it might have died, huh?" The green-robed cultivator sat down on the plaza and gazed at the sky, saying, "Time flies so quickly; it has been over six thousand years."