There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 143: Specialty Products of Mount Wuwang

In the moment of hesitation,

Poliu Han looked at Xia Ming in front of him.

If possible, Poliu Han really wanted to search Xia Ming's soul.

As long as he could search his soul, he could determine the truth about Zhao Jiu.

But unfortunately,

Poliu Han really didn't dare to gamble.

If Xia Ming really was his own person, it would be like drawing water with a bamboo basket, all in vain.

Not only would the soul search yield no results, but Poliu Han would also lose a younger brother.

To kill him would be worse than keeping him.

Keeping him would allow for observation.

And then,

In the shocked gaze of Xia Ming, Poliu Han embraced him.

"Younger brother! Younger brother! Actually... you are my long-lost younger brother."

Hearing this, Xia Ming was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell?

Did I become his younger brother as soon as I came out of Wuzhishan?

The monkey got a cheap master, and I got a crazy older brother?

In the midst of Xia Ming's shock, Poliu Han continued.

"Younger brother, you were born late, you don't know me, I don't blame you. When I take you back to meet Immortal Lord, you will understand."

"Oh, by the way, younger brother..."

Pushing away the enthusiastic Poliu Han reluctantly, Xia Ming helplessly said,

"Brother, just call me Xia Ming."

Gently patting Xia Ming's shoulder, Poliu Han slowly said,

"Alright, Xia Ming, what's wrong with your eyes? My ears have problems, my sister's nose has problems, do you have problems with your eyes? Can you see something different from others?"

Upon hearing the word "eyes," Xia Ming trembled all over.

Naturally, Poliu Han couldn't hide his perception of Xia Ming's reaction.

At this point,

Poliu Han was 50% certain.

...Suddenly, a brother appeared, and he was supposedly lost for many years.

Can this kind of nonsense be believed? Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Considering that this brother not only had strong power but also had a problem with his brain,

Xia Ming thought,

This is my brother.

Damn it.

Deceive, continue deceiving.

Even if it's fake, make him believe it.

Such a powerful older brother, don't refuse it for nothing.

After chatting for a while, Xia Ming took the opportunity to bring up the topic of Pohuan's broken six words.

There are still many things that Xia Ming can't understand.

Just like, for example.

Clearly, he was suppressed so deeply, how did Pohuan find him?

And then.

Xia Ming learned the merciless truth.

In order to protect himself, He Niansheng sold his disciple.

Without hesitation, he sold him.

The calamity flowed eastward, pouring onto Xia Ming's head.

Regarding this, Xia Ming can only say.

Master, master.

Aren't I your treasure?

You just abandoned me like this?

Ah, spit!

And then, Xia Ming grabbed Pohuan's sleeve.

"Brother! Help me kill He Niansheng!"

After deeply looking at Xia Ming, Pohuan agreed to his request.

So.

Xia Ming and Pohuan guarded the Qingcang Ancient Sect for several days in a row.

They both felt that He Niansheng would definitely return to the Qingcang Ancient Sect.

Unfortunately, not only did they not see He Niansheng, they didn't even sense his presence.

He Niansheng seemed to have vanished like a shadow.

...

"Xia Ming, your cheap master has obtained the fortune of this place. If he wants to hide, we won't be able to find him. Unless you can lift the entire Wumang Mountain, otherwise, you won't be able to do anything to him. Brother, I still have something... take a look?"

Bowing respectfully to Pohuan, Xia Ming spoke.

"Brother, you go take care of your business first. I'll continue to wait for him here. I don't believe I won't be able to wait for him!"

Gently patting Xia Ming's shoulder, Pohuan calmly said.

"Xia Ming, you have to come with me. After all, you understand the Crown Prince Zhao Jiu."

As soon as Pohuan said this, Xia Ming was immediately stunned.

Go where? Kill Zhao Jiu?

Fight against him alone with just his Southfu Battery?

If Zhao Jiu sees him, he would go crazy with joy!

This plot is simply like an old lady hiding under the covers, making me laugh.

Xia Ming would never be willing.

Looking at Xia Ming shaking his head like a drum, Pohuan smiled.

"Xia Ming, if you don't go, that's fine..."

"Then I can only kill you, don't worry, I'll bury you in our ancestral land."

"It won't take many years, and you'll be alive again. By then, you'll still be called Xia Ming."

"Is this good or not?"

Upon hearing these words from Xia Liuhan, Xia Ming's face turned green.

Listen!

Is this even human language?

In the questioning gaze of Xia Liuhan, Xia Ming nodded firmly.

Although he agreed on the surface, Xia Ming had other plans in his mind.

Although his spiritual energy was still at the Foundation Building level, his physical body had long surpassed that of a Core Formation cultivator.

Now that he had obtained the demonic body of an outsider, as long as he used the Great Dao of Devouring, it would only be a matter of time before he got rid of this lunatic.

Besides, who said it would be easy to deal with Zhao Jiu?

He is now the ninth prince of the Immortal Continent!

Before leaving, Xia Ming finally remembered the most important thing.

Money.

So he hurriedly went to the treasury of the Qingcang Ancient Sect.

Unfortunately, there was nothing good left in the treasury.

I don't know if it was originally poor or if He Niansheng had emptied it.

With nothing good in the treasury, Xia Ming went to the library.

But it had been completely burned down.

Helplessly, Xia Ming could only help the Qingcang cultivators collect the bodies and give them a proper burial.

While collecting the bodies, he also received some rewards.

Xia Ming returned to his old ways.

While searching for acupoints, he also decomposed Spirit Roots.

Seeing Xia Ming diligently collecting the bodies, Xia Liuhan shook his head slowly.

"Xia Ming, you are a demonic cultivator, there's no need to do this."

Looking up at Xia Liuhan, Xia Ming's eyes seemed to shine.

"Big brother, actually... I am a cultivator of the Dao."

Looking at Xia Ming like this, Xia Liuhan sighed softly.

Cultivators of the demonic path.

Full of hot blood and stubbornness, beyond redemption.

...

Little by little.

Streams accumulate into rivers.

In the end, Xia Ming unexpectedly reassembled his Bluetooth Sword Formation.

Thousands of Second Grade spiritual swords and countless iron swords.

The Qingcang Ancient Sect was already in decline.

Coupled with the fact that the higher-level cultivators had been devoured by Xia Liuhan.

Once they failed, those higher-level cultivators would destroy everything with a single thought, leaving nothing behind.

But even so, Xia Ming still had a pleasant surprise.

In the acupoint of an early Core Formation cultivator, Xia Ming found a set of flying swords.

A total of twelve, simple and majestic, with a natural aura.

What surprised Xia Ming even more was that the material for these twelve flying swords was water-fire bronze.

Water-fire bronze was an extremely rare spiritual mine companion.

It naturally resonated with the water and fire spiritual energies, and with the dual spiritual energies, its power doubled.

The set of flying swords, each one at the peak of the Third Grade, was quite rare.

If there was an opportunity, they might even reach the Fourth Grade and become a Spirit Weapon in the Nascent Soul stage.

After burying all the cultivators, Xia Ming turned back to look at the desolate Qingcang Ancient Sect.

He sighed deeply, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

At the same time.

In front of the magnificent sect hall of the Qingcang Ancient Sect.

A young man with white hair was staring intently at Xia Ming's receding figure.

Sitting on the white jade steps in front of the hall, He Niansheng calmly watched the distant clouds.

He Niansheng knew that with him and Xia Ming, the future world would be incredibly exciting.

Exhaling a long breath, He Niansheng's mouth curved into a steep arc.

"Xia Ming, my child, grow stronger quickly."

"My disciple, don't disappoint me."

"I don't want it to be too boring when I kill you."

"And, kid, don't let yourself die at someone else's hands."

"Your master can't bear to see someone else kill you."

...

He Niansheng was confident, and so was Xia Ming.

Along the way, he had been mostly eating.

Perhaps because his physical body had become stronger, eating ordinary wild beasts was no longer effective for Xia Ming.

He had to eat savage beasts. Fortunately, he was following Xia Liuhan, who directly caught a Cold Blooded Jiao for him.

As he gnawed on the Cold Blooded Jiao, Xia Ming suddenly felt that having such a brother was not a bad thing.

Walking on the mountain path, the two of them began to discuss their strategy.

If they wanted to deal with Zhao Jiu, it would be suicidal to go there recklessly.

After much consideration, before Xia Ming could speak, a loud shout came from the sky.

"I opened this path! I planted this tree. If you want to pass, leave behind some money!"

Before the words fell, a big man smashed directly in front of the two of them.

Looking at the two soft persimmons in front of him, the big man was very happy. He had been guarding here for a few days and finally got some action.

In his eyes, Xia Ming was just a Foundation Building cultivator, and Xia Liuhan was just a Qi Refining cultivator, while he was a Core Formation cultivator.

First, he glanced at the big man in front of him, then glanced at the two Foundation Building Late Stage cultivators on the high ground on both sides.

Xia Ming couldn't help but sigh. Was being robbed a specialty of Wumang Mountain?

Why are there robbers everywhere you go?

(End of this chapter)