Eternity Starts From His Seed

Chapter 63: Sudden Gift

"Oh Brother Mo, what a coincidence!"

The distracted Bubai's attention was alerted by a familiar voice. His head turned, locking his gaze onto a man adorned with long, disheveled hair resembling a wild mane.

Dressed in snug knee-length white shorts and an open-front brown fur tunic, revealing his well-defined six-pack, Jia Shizi leaned casually against a building, beckoning with a wave and a friendly grin.

Indeed, what a coincidence... Fart! Only an idiot would believe that!

He hasn't seen this man for weeks, but he was still as unfathomable as before.

Despite his inner wariness, Bubai mustered the appropriate surprise, sporting a broad smile. "Oh, Brother Jia! What wind blew you here?"

"Hahaha! Just taking a walk for some fresh air, checking the market to see if there are some fresh goods!" Jia Shizi replied as he walked towards him.

"Ah, that reminds me..." Stopping in front of him, Jia Shizi grinned, "I heard Brother Mo is interested in formations lately?"

As expected, privacy was a luxury not afforded to the weak. "Brother Jia is asking because..."

"Then, that's just right!" Shifting to his side, Jia Shizi wrapped his hand over Bubai's shoulder, "I just so happened to come across some formation related junk in my residence. How about Brother Mo come over to take a look to see if they are useful?"

West District. Tower 8.

Seated in the well-furnished lounge, a complete contrast to his own, Bubai fixed his gaze upon the formation supplies arranged across the antique wooden table before him.

Multiple formation plates, a couple of formation balls, a pile of wooden practice chips - some already imprinted with unknown runic symbols.

Yet, these imprinted runes were clearly a clumsy method that failed to hide the pristine quality of the supplies, suggesting a recent acquisition rather than household junk.

"This... what do you mean, Brother Jia?"

"Hahaha! Brother Mo, what else can I mean?" Sitting across from him, Jia Shizi grinned, his arms crossed over his bare torso, accentuating his well-defined muscles.

Investment. Charcoal in the snow.

Bubai understood, yet he resolutely pushed the supplies away, "Apologies. Bubai doesn't want to be tied down."

"Hahaha!" Jia Shizi laughed as he pushed the supplies back, "Brother Mo, I know what you are worried about, but I'm not asking for anything in return. You don't have to swear any oath nor repay me in any way. Treat it as a small gift to a brother!"

Bubai furrowed his brow, solemnly staring at the man, "Favors are the heaviest burdens."

Bam! Slapping his hand on the table, Jia Shizi's laughter ceased. With a look of disgust, he spat out, "Blah! Don't give me those righteous nonsense from those hypocrites! We demonic cultivators are more straightforward and don't get messily entangled by all those messy favors and stinky morality codes."

Pointing down at the supplies, Jia Shizi declared, "I, Jia Shizi, say that I'm giving it to you for nothing, and that's final!"

"..." Unmoved, Bubai maintained his silence.

Seeing no reaction from Bubai, Jia Shizi's hand nonchalantly toppled over the stack of formation plate, sending them scattering across the table, "Well, let me say it in a less pleasant way. Treat it as if I am throwing away trash on the road, and you, my lucky brother, happened to pick it up."