I am a living immortal.

Chapter 412: A Confrontation without a Beginning or an End

At this glance, the man's eyes narrowed. Even now, there was still a hint of indifference in his pupils, and a smile at the corners of his mouth, but this smile did not reach his eyes.

"I'm sorry for the intrusion."

The man immediately bowed his head and apologized. Only then did he realize his impoliteness. They weren't familiar with each other, so the fact that he didn't turn around and leave after asking was a great deal of leniency. Su Mu was truly too mysterious, her incongruous presence, as if she were the center of the world yet lost in the crowd, made her even more bizarre.

Su Mu nodded in apology.

"Those people? I just heard others say that some call them immortals, some call them adults, and some call them immortals, but they are all respectful titles. And you said 'those people', so does that mean you don't have much respect either?"

Facing Su Mu's question, the man was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said firmly: "Of course!"

He felt it wasn't enough and added, "Not only is there no respect, but there's disgust." A disgusted expression spread across his face as he spoke. It was a disgust that couldn't be faked, a disgust that went deep into his bones, as if even mentioning these people was a sin.

"Oh?" Su Mu was a little surprised.

Judging from what happened just now, no one in this world is disrespectful to immortals.

As if seeing Su Mu's surprise, the man smiled and said, "I understand your surprise. After all, there are very few people like us. But how could anyone in this world be liked by everyone? Even if he is an immortal, it is impossible."

"But, there is a reason for my dislike. I wonder if you dare to listen."

The man kept staring at Su Mu, trying to find some sign of realization or some other sign on her face. However, to his disappointment, there was no sign at all.

"What's there to be afraid of? But speaking of it, you are an immortal cultivator yourself, right? There are always the same reasons for hating the same immortal: personal grudges? Or opposing camps." Su Mu didn't care, but he could see clearly that the disgust in this man's eyes was real.

"Uh..." the man choked.

He hadn't expected this person to guess it so quickly. Furthermore, how did he know he was an immortal cultivator? This person was truly too mysterious. Like a flower in the fog, a mirrored flower in the water, the entire person was shrouded in mystery. Clearly just a mortal? Was he a mortal?

Now he wasn't sure.

That faint sense of transcendence made him seem even more like an immortal than himself. Once this thought appeared in his mind, he couldn't stop.

Su Mu waited quietly for the next words from the other side.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps a few breaths or even longer, the man sighed and said, "Since you want to know, I'll tell you. Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you."

"In this world, immortal cultivators hold a high status for a reason, and it's not without reason. First and foremost, it's because they are incredibly powerful. No matter where they are, powerful people are always respected, regardless of the source of that power: wealth, power, or sheer strength."

"And the other reason is... the devil."

"Cultivating immortals is the mainstream of this world, but it's not the only one. To continue to enjoy this respect, one must establish an opponent. This opponent can't be too weak, but also not too strong. Those top immortal sects have set their sights on the demon."

"These beings, emerging from the abyss, are cruel and bloodthirsty, hostile to all living things, devouring and skinning humans alive, and reveling in human flesh. These monsters are called demons."

"The abyss is endless, and the demons that crawl out of it are also seemingly endless. And there's another, most important reason: these demons can influence the cultivators' greed, anger, and ignorance, causing them to become abnormal. This is something that the top sects cannot accept."

"With the two of them working together, Yuangu became their target."

"Don't you think there's nothing wrong with this?" the man laughed.

"Then you don't know. At the beginning, everything was fine. Mortals praised the immortal cultivators, and the immortal cultivators eliminated demons and brought peace and order to the world."

"But the demon said it was endless, but the abyss is a natural barrier. How many people can climb out of it?"

"When demons are in short supply and can no longer harm the world, the goals of the immortal sects will change. They already enjoy the feeling of being on top, so how could they accept being brought down to earth? Even if it's just a small step back?"

"But the demons in this world have already disappeared. How can we maintain this?"

"Creating the Demon." Su Mu understood after hearing this and said subconsciously.

"That's right, the creation of demons. The world has always been controlled by those top immortal sects. Whoever they say is a demon... then he is a demon." The man gritted his teeth as he said this.

Now Su Mu knew where this man's disgust came from.

"They brand anyone who disobeys them as a demon. And then there's this endless persecution. You don't even get a chance to defend yourself."

"And I, or we... since they want to call us demons, then we can be demons."

Su Mu looked at the person in front of her. His spiritual energy was mixed with traces of black air, but his spiritual platform was clear and bright, not polluted by the evil spirit. This evil spirit was more of a means than an infection.

"So you guys are infected with the evil spirit yourself."

Su Mu saw through the other party.

"Who...are you?" It's not a pleasant feeling to be seen through, especially by someone you don't know at all.

"It seems that you were infected by yourselves. In order to fight against those immortal cultivators? You are really ruthless." Su Mu talked to himself and said what the other party was unwilling to say.

Seeing that Su Mu didn't answer.

The man frowned, a trace of imperceptible annoyance flashed in his pupils, and then was torn apart and suppressed.

It seems that there is some impact, but the person in front of me has very strong self-control.

"Since you don't want to talk about it, then just treat it as a story." After the Qingming Festival, the man didn't care who Su Mu was. He had said enough.

He glanced at Su Mu, said goodbye, and left.

The many eyes that had been fixed on Su Mu also shifted away, heading towards the city. Their target, of course, wasn't Su Mu; from the very beginning, it had been those cultivators. Their motive wasn't particularly important. Their words to Su Mu were meant to keep her out of their way. After all, someone as unfathomable as Su Mu could cause unpredictable changes in their plans.

Another reason was to test Su Mu's attitude. If Su Mu had shown even the slightest bit of disgust, these people would have attacked without hesitation.

But Su Mu didn't, and they wouldn't create unnecessary trouble.

So this kind of conversation without beginning or end took place.