Chapter 944: Chapter 591: Cui Baohe, He Cuibao—Impossible to Tell Apart (Part 2)

Immediately, Lu Lin saw a figure dressed in white, though now ragged and tattered, appear before him.

Lu Lin had no time to marvel at this person’s appearance and instead cupped his hands in salute, "Master Cui, I am Lu Lin, a disciple of Elder Long from General Mountain, here to visit Master Cui."

"What?"

"General Mountain?"

"Elder Long?"

Cui Baohe lifted the messy hair covering his face, glanced at Lu Lin, then looked at the purchase receipt Lu Lin was showing, and was momentarily stunned.

"Little brother, hold on a moment."

"You said you’re a disciple of Elder Long from General Mountain, and you’re here to find Master Cui Baohe."

"Correct."

Lu Lin didn’t know what Master Cui meant, but he still nodded.

"Haha, then you’ve got the wrong person. I’m not Cui Baohe; I’m He Cuibao. The disciple who brought you here must have led the wrong way."

"I, the old man here at Refining Star Mountain, am focused on alchemy, not refining."

He Cuibao?

Lu Lin looked doubtfully at the person before him. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Could it be that the guiding disciple really led him astray?

Moreover, Lu Lin distinctly heard this old man angrily scolding about someone disrupting his alchemy just now.

Could it really be such a coincidence?

Cui Baohe.

He Cuibao.

But since the alchemist He Master said so, Lu Lin figured it best not to argue further. He saluted the other, preparing to descend the mountain and leave.

He thought he’d better find other disciples from Refining Star Mountain to help guide the way.

Cui Baohe, He Cuibao, somehow didn’t seem so simple.

As Lu Lin’s figure flew off into the distance, He Cuibao wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Oh my, that old fellow surnamed Long didn’t dare come ask me for a treasure himself, so he sent a foolish disciple."

"Haha, that kid is truly foolish. Cui Baohe, He Cuibao, such similar names, and he showed no doubt."

"No, no, the more foolish he is, the more real he acts. This won’t do—I, the old man, likely need to go hide."

Cui Baohe said, revealing a smile on his face, then quickly flew back to his mansion to pack.

"Junior Brother Cui, isn’t this inappropriate? General Mountain’s disciple traveled from afar, and instead of hosting him, you deceive him and plan to sneak away. It’s a bit unfitting, isn’t it?"

Just then, a majestic voice echoed across Cui Baohe’s mountain peak.

Having just flown to the mountain foot, Lu Lin naturally heard this voice.

He was taken aback.

Damn, was he really deceived?

Yesterday, the disciple had told Lu Lin about Master Cui Baohe.

In Lu Lin’s mind, this Master Cui should be one who achieved greatness after struggles, rich in life experience and wisdom, surely a highly respected master.

How come?

He actually deceived him.

Between people, is there no basic trust at all?

"Zou Butong, mind your own damn business!"

"If you have the time to worry about me, why not take another ten concubines?"

Cui Baohe had just returned to the mansion when he heard this voice, and yelled angrily.

Zou Butong was the Saint Lord of Refining Star Mountain Holy Land, known in the secular world as Star Plucking Hand. His skill in crafting Star Devices and treasures was unrivaled in Longyuan World, called Star Plucking Hand meaning he could pluck stars from the sky to craft treasures.

"Hehe, taking some concubines is none of your business."

"But you owe Elder Long a weapon for over five thousand years without delivering; when Elder Long speaks up, it’ll tarnish our Refining Star Mountain’s reputation."

The majestic old man’s reproachful retort seemed unimportant to Cui Baohe, likely accustomed to it.

However, upon hearing that Cui Baohe had been tasked with crafting a weapon for five thousand years without it being completed, and now Elder Long had sent Lu Lin to inquire, and Master Cui Baohe was even plotting to escape, it indicated something amiss.

"Rubbish, Zou Butong, damn brat! If I’d known back then, I would’ve smacked your butt!"

"Sneaking materials I’ve refined, yet accusing me of not keeping promises—where’s your shame?"

Whoa.

Lu Lin couldn’t help but exclaim silently.

The conversation between these two, one Master Cui has been crafting a treasure in vain for five thousand years yet plans to vanish, while the other, though Lu Lin didn’t know his identity, was similarly no less than Cui Baohe but once liked to steal others’ materials in youth.

Lu Lin seriously wondered if he’d come to the holy place of refining, Refining Star Mountain, or had entered a den of thieves.

"Cough, cough."

"Cui Baohe, show some respect with your words. No matter what you say, I am the honorable Saint Lord of Refining Star Mountain. If you continue this, I’ll lose my dignity and won’t let you off easily."

"Saint Lord? A damn title. If you’re capable, take over that old fellow surnamed Long’s order!"

"Damn it, that surnamed Long never meant well from the start, having me craft such a weapon. Zou Butong, you personally took on this matter; I don’t care. Handle this little fellow yourself, I beg."

"Starting today, I’m entering seclusion, not leaving for fifty thousand years."

"You..."

The majestic old man Zou Butong retorted angrily, yet couldn’t do a thing about Cui Baohe.

Refining Star Mountain was a sect for crafting weapons, even with the Saint Lord’s key, it only boosted combat power without aiding in the refining process at all.