Chen Mobai pondered for a moment and wrote down the character "丹" (Elixir).

Compared to fate and marriage, he felt that cultivation realms were more tangible.

"Can I Form a Golden Elixir?"

Chen Mobai handed over the paper and pen he had written on and asked the question he had in mind.@@novelbin@@

The girl in sunglasses stretched out her pale right hand, her slender fingers taking the paper. She slightly lowered her head, her eyes hidden behind the sunglasses were unclear, and Chen Mobai suddenly felt the urge to remove her sunglasses and see her true face.

Very strange.

He considered himself very capable of controlling his emotions, especially during Qi Refining when cultivating the mind and spirit, accustomed to dispelling distractions and focusing on spiritual consciousness.

Ever since his Foundation Establishment, such unusual impulses from within had long been absent.

"Within the Immortal Gate, any cultivator has the chance to Form a Golden Elixir."

At this moment, the girl in sunglasses gave her response.

After hearing this, Chen Mobai lost interest in listening further.

Just like those half-baked fortune tellers, never answering questions directly, always using such ambiguous clichés.

"Very well, I'll take your auspicious words."

But Chen Mobai was a polite person. Although he no longer wished to listen, he still smiled in response, then stood up, ready to leave.

"If you Form a Golden Elixir, you must endure three tribulations."

The hoarse voice of the girl in sunglasses came from behind. Chen Mobai shook his head indifferently after hearing this. In this modern society, why do these fortune tellers still stick to the same old routines?

First, they say something nice, then they try to scare you.

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