There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 123: The Loyal Minister, Atun, and the Broken Demon Sword

Soon, Xia Ming arranged a job for Atun.

"Atun, from now on, you will be responsible for purifying the blood and feeding it to the immortal seeds in the middle dantian."

Listen!

Does this sound like human language?

This demon actually calls this crimson cage the middle dantian!

Damn it! No wonder people say he's a real demon!

He can even speak this kind of demonic language!

If this is the middle dantian, then what are your upper and lower dantians?

Purgatory...

I'm speechless, but I'm smiling on the outside.

"Don't worry, sir, Atun will work hard."

When Atun said this, Xia Ming was also stunned.

Huh?

Reborn in a different world, and I'm a capitalist?

No! What kind of creature is this Atun?

This is called labor reform!

While Xia Ming was pondering, Atun cautiously asked a question.

"May I ask, sir, what kind of physical cultivation do you practice?"

"It's self-created."

Atun: [_?]

"Then may I ask, sir, where did you obtain these immortal seeds?"

"They were passed down by immortals."

Upon hearing this, Atun was directly stunned.

An immortal passing down techniques to a real demon? Is this a joke?

Atun wanted to laugh, but he couldn't because he knew that this could actually happen to Xia Ming.

If a real demon can sneak into the realm of immortals and even fool the Immortal Crane, what can the immortals do?

After thinking it over, Atun made a difficult decision.

"Sir, Atun is willing to offer his True Spirit and acknowledge you as his master, following you until the end of time."

"Atun is willing to be the vanguard for you, with a knife in hand! I will assist you wholeheartedly in becoming the supreme demon!"

"Sir, Atun..."

"Stop!"

Looking at Atun, who was bouncing up and down in the middle dantian, Xia Ming calmly pressed the pause button.

"First of all, Atun, I practice cultivation, not demonic arts. I really am not a demon."

"Secondly, you need to change your perspective. Don't keep saying 'demon' all the time. Can demons be defined by words?"

Listening to Xia Ming, Atun's eyes gradually lit up.

We are immortals, so immortals have become demons!

Is this the realization of a true demon?

So immortals are the true demons!

With this thought in mind, Atun respectfully bowed.

"Sir, your insight is profound. Atun understands."

Before the words fell, Atun conjured a faint blood-colored rune.

With the connection of their minds and Atun's cooperation, Xia Ming effortlessly assimilated the True Spirit blood rune.

At this moment, Xia Ming only needed a thought to completely obliterate the demon Atun.

This damn sense of security made Xia Ming secretly relieved.

Atun is really sensible!

The more obedient Atun was, the more Xia Ming liked him.

"By the way, Atun?"

"Master, please ask."

After Xia Ming assimilated the True Spirit blood rune, Atun's tone became even more respectful.

"Don't call me master, call me sir. Atun, tell me about your Great Dao of devouring."

"Yes, sir. Atun's Great Dao of devouring is..."

After listening for a while, Xia Ming finally understood.

The Great Dao of devouring is about eating, transforming the flesh and blood consumed into the power of qi and blood stored in the body.

When using the power of qi and blood, one can obtain some of the abilities and strength of the opponent.

Once the power of qi and blood is depleted, one must eat again.

Of course, a small portion of the power of qi and blood will also enhance one's own body.

Frowning, Xia Ming felt that Atun seemed a bit useless.

With this thought in mind, Xia Ming asked another question.

"Atun, if you eat more, can you completely learn the abilities of others?"

As soon as Xia Ming said this, Atun was stunned.

Before Atun could react, Xia Ming asked again.

"By the way, Atun, if you eat an immortal, can you obtain Immortal Law?"

"Ah? Ahba... Ahba..."

"What? Atun, you haven't eaten an immortal, have you?"

Xia Ming's words completely broke through Atun's defenses.

"Wuwu... Sir... Atun is useless... Atun can't defeat an immortal at all..."

"I... I only ate the son of an immortal once, and he... he didn't know anything!"

"Such bad luck for Atun. We attacked Immortal Island together, but why did I rush ahead?"

"Just one sword, and Atun's head flew!"

"Wuwuwu!!!"

As Atun became more and more depressed, he seemed like a deflated balloon.

He slumped inside Xia Ming's middle dantian.

...

Before Xia Ming could ask more questions, Chen Dazhuang from the Blazing Fire Valley arrived.

Looking at Xia Ming's exposed abdomen, Chen Dazhuang narrowed his eyes.

Hehehe!

Is he enraged by his own powerlessness?

Hahaha!

The cultivation method of my Blazing Fire Valley's heritage is not something an outsider like you can easily obtain.

Feeling pleased, Chen Dazhuang's tone became more relaxed.

"Elder Yin, did you gain anything?"

After giving Chen Dazhuang a deep look, Xia Ming's eyes revealed a hint of unwillingness.

"The Great Dao Fruit of the Blazing Fire Valley is profound. I am only seventeen and dull-witted, so it's hard to grasp its true meaning."

"Hahaha! Elder Yin, don't be discouraged. The Blazing Fire Valley welcomes you anytime."

With a reluctant expression, Xia Ming followed Chen Dazhuang back to where Chen Xiazi was.

"Elder Yin, did you gain anything?"

"Sigh, I am ashamed to have disappointed the high expectations."

"Oh well, it's alright! Dazhuang, quickly bring the Third Grade Spirit Sword to Elder Yin."

When Xia Ming saw the Third Grade Spirit Sword, he clenched his teeth tightly.

Chen Xiazi is really cunning!

Indeed, it is a Third Grade sword, and it is indeed a Spirit Sword.

But there's one problem, it's broken. What use is a broken sword? What's even more speechless to Xia Ming is that the sword is as big as a broken door panel!

It doesn't look like a Spirit Sword, it looks more like a huge banana fan!

To put it mildly, it's embarrassing to use this in a fight!

Looking at the defeated Xia Ming, the corners of Chen Dazhuang's mouth almost split to the back of his head.

Yin Seventeen! Yin Seventeen!

With just a few words, you want to deceive something from our Fiery Valley?

Hmph! Dream on!

While Xia Ming was silent, Athun suddenly transmitted a message.

"Master, I smell the scent of a magic weapon!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Ming directly took the broadsword from Chen Dazhuang's hand.

On the broadsword, faintly visible were two characters in slender bird seal script.

- [断阙].

阙 means missing or lacking.

With a focused gaze, Xia Ming couldn't hide his excitement on his face.

"Such a Divine Weapon, rarely seen in ancient times! The Fiery Valley's highest wishes to gift me with this, I am extremely grateful!"

Accepting the broken sword, Xia Ming left the Fiery Valley directly.

Watching Xia Ming's receding figure, Chen Dazhuang scratched his head forcefully.

Something's not right!

Isn't that broken sword useless?

But that kid's joy doesn't seem fake either.

In a state of surprise, Chen Dazhuang looked at Chen Xiazi again.

Giving Chen Dazhuang a displeased look, Chen Xiazi sighed deeply.

"Dazhuang, that kid has a hint of evil in his bones, don't let him deceive you."

"Old man, don't worry, when has Chen Dazhuang ever suffered a loss!"

...

Back at the Qingdai Peak, Xia Ming closed the door to the alchemy room and immediately communicated with Athun.

"Athun, take a look, is this broken sword the magic weapon you mentioned?"

"Master... I can't leave, I can't see either, I only feel that this magic weapon should still be on your body."

"I can't leave?"

"Master, your demonic body..."

"Hmm?!"

"Master! Your middle dantian is too powerful, I can't escape."

"Then is there any way for you to come out?"

Upon hearing Xia Ming's words, Athun immediately became spirited.

Athun knew that someone like Xia Ming, a true demon, would definitely know a way.

So Xia Ming is definitely testing him!

Ah!

This is how demons are, full of suspicion and madness!

"Master! If you let my Great Dao merge with your Dao body, from then on... I will be your most loyal servant!"

"In this way, Master can also obtain my Great Dao... and this is the inheritance of demons."

A'tun made this suggestion with ulterior motives.

With his Demon Dao, even if he possessed a demon body, it would be difficult for him to make further progress.

But if he became Xia Ming's servant, it would be different.

As Xia Ming becomes stronger, A'tun's Great Dao will also gradually transform.

In A'tun's eyes, Xia Ming is a true demon through and through!

A demon who infiltrates the ranks of immortals, aiming to become an immortal!

To put it mildly.

Unprecedented in the past, unparalleled in the future.

To become the servant of such a true demon is A'tun's good fortune!

...

After seriously considering for a moment, Xia Ming suddenly asked again.

"A'tun, what will happen if you die?"

"Master, if A'tun dies, you can still save me. If you die, I, A'tun, will also die."

After a moment of silence, Xia Ming asked slowly once again.

"A'tun, if I obtain your fleshly Great Dao, will I grow a big mouth?"

"Master, don't worry. You are a true demon... a True Immortal! I, A'tun, cannot change your immortal body Great Dao."

Demons, so extreme that they are terrifying!

Fortunately, I cultivate immortality!

Feeling the True Spirit blood talisman that A'tun can crush at any moment, Xia Ming finally made up his mind.

"A'tun, let's begin the fusion of our Dao."

"Yes, Master."

In the lower dantian, like a sacrificial offering, all of A'tun's blood and qi merged into the barrier of the dantian.

Crimson gears, like the sharp blades of a meat grinder, bit by bit, mercilessly devouring everything.

A'tun's fleshly Demon Dao gradually merged into Xia Ming's lower dantian.

Streams of blood radiance wandered between the crimson gears, like burning fuses, instantly illuminating the entire lower dantian.

It came fast and went fast. In an instant, Xia Ming's lower dantian returned to silence once again.

Xia Ming did not undergo any changes.

But Xia Ming knew that he was no longer the same.

A'tun's devouring Demon Dao... was now active in every inch of his bones and blood.

Closing his eyes, carefully sensing the changes in his body, Xia Ming let out a long sigh.

Demons... immortals...

Are they really that important?

While Xia Ming sighed, inside the alchemy room, a mass of black mist quietly condensed.

The black mist was round, with a big, grimacing mouth, and large eyes, but short limbs.

At a glance, one would find that this thing actually resembled the Gengar from Pokémon.

The moment Xia Ming opened his eyes, the mass of black mist respectfully floated towards him.

"Servant A'tun, pays respects to Master!"

(End of this chapter)