There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 152: I, Xia Ming, Have Never Been Ill?

Looking at the blood pill swallowed by Xia Ming.

Han Puli's gaze suddenly froze when he saw the exquisitely shaped blood pill.

That day, He Nian Sheng also gave him a similar blood pill, and coincidentally, he still had that blood pill.

Pinching the blood pill and glancing at Xia Ming, who was not far away, spouting crazy words.

After much consideration, Han Puli still swallowed the blood pill.

I have to try it!

For the sake of his younger brother!

His blood-related younger brother!

He needed to know the extent of Xia Ming's illness.

And he also needed to know the effect of this strange blood pill.

...

As the blood pill entered his throat, Han Puli stood still in place.

As the pill's effect dissipated, Han Puli felt his soul tremble violently.

Then, Han Puli felt his soul becoming lighter and lighter.

As if floating.

Han Puli didn't like this feeling at all.

So, he directly activated the Nascent Soul within his body.

As the Nascent Soul sat cross-legged, Han Puli's soul gradually stabilized.

After stabilizing his soul, before he could even take a breath, Han Puli suddenly felt a piercing pain in his eyes.

The pain that he could endure in the past was now multiplied a thousandfold.

It felt as if he was experiencing the excruciating pain of having his eyes gouged out all over again.

And then...

Han Puli unexpectedly recalled the scenes from back then.

Every minute, every second, it was as if Han Puli was watching a replay of a video.

He remembered every cut made by the Immortal Lord!

He remembered the position and depth of each cut!

Three thousand six hundred cuts on both eyes!

Clutching his fists tightly, Han Puli even recalled the words the Immortal Lord said to him back then.

"My slave, only by gouging out your eyes can you listen better."

"I did all this for the good of you and your siblings."

"After all... Han Puli, you know."

"Your sister's illness cannot be delayed any longer."

Back then, Han Puli was too busy nodding repeatedly.

But now, when the memories flashed back, Han Puli saw something else in those images.

For example...

The bowl of pitch-black medicine that the Immortal Lord fed him.

And...

The undisguised disgust and disdain in the Immortal Lord's eyes.

Seeing the Immortal Lord's disgust over and over again, Han Puli felt a tremor in his heart.

Then, various thoughts began to collide, impact, fight, and merge.

Confusion, perplexity, hesitation, resentment, and finally, hatred!

Emotions accumulated, strengthened, and transformed.

In the end, they turned into a torrent that rushed straight into Han Puli's rationality.

Han Puli panicked.

Completely panicked.

No!

Something's not right!

This thing is not a medicinal pill for treating illnesses!

What the hell did Xia Ming eat?!

This blood pill is a crazy pill!

A demonic pill!

It is releasing the suppressed demons in my heart!

In shock, Han Puli desperately activated the Nascent Soul within his body.

The Nascent Soul sat cross-legged, calmly exhaling and inhaling, gradually dissipating the effects of the blood pill.

After fifteen minutes, Han Puli was already drenched in cold sweat.

What a terrifying crazy pill!

It can actually amplify a cultivator's extreme emotions!

When he looked at Xia Ming again, Han Puli's eyes were filled with astonishment.

The pill's effects were so crazy, yet Xia Ming could still laugh?

What happened to him!?

...

As the blood pill entered his throat, Goldfinger was suppressed, and all the illusions in front of Xia Ming disappeared.

The cold light in his eyes gradually receded, and after calming his emotions a bit, Xia Ming sat back at the cracked stone table.

He picked up a jar of strong liquor, sat on the stone stool, and took a big gulp.

As the liquor overflowed, Xia Ming's eyes still shimmered with a cold light.

The fire entered his throat, scorching hot, but unable to warm his heart.

Even strong liquor couldn't alleviate the distress in Xia Ming's heart.

For no reason, another demon appeared!

That thing even had the audacity to call itself Zhao Liuche!

Damn it!

This damn thing is pure disgusting!

No, it's not possible!

I have to find a way to get rid of this guy!

With a sidelong glance, Xia Ming looked at the broken Han beside him.

At this moment, broken Han also looked at Xia Ming with a complicated expression.

At the moment their gazes met, broken Han lightly patted Xia Ming's shoulder with his big hand.

"Xia Ming, my brother, you must have had a hard time all these years."

"Xia Ming, your illness... can't be delayed any longer."

Upon hearing these words from broken Han, Xia Ming slowly raised his head.

"Illness?"

"I, Xia Ming, have never been ill."

As Xia Ming said this, broken Han's complexion became even more complicated.

Looking at Xia Ming like this, broken Han probably knew why Xia Ming had turned to the Demon Dao.

It's strange not to become a demon after taking those blood pills for a long time!

Letting out a long sigh, broken Han slowly said:

"Xia Ming, it's precisely because of your illness that you turned to the Demon Dao!"

Upon hearing these words from broken Han, Xia Ming laughed.

He laughed very casually.

Casually, yet with a hint of deep-rooted confidence.

Pouring a large bowl of strong liquor for broken Han, Xia Ming and broken Han sat down on the ground.

"Brother, let me ask you, what is the Immortal Dao?"

"Xia Ming, the Immortal Dao is the path opened up by immortals. Immortals reach the pinnacle in the mortal world, while demons are destroyed by endless madness, my brother! The fact proves that the Demon Dao is a dead end, demons rely on their physical bodies! Once the physical body becomes strong, the divine soul will inevitably give birth to inner demons! Xia Ming! You will kill yourself!"

"Nowadays, the Immortal Dao flourishes while the Demon Dao is no more. This is the best proof!"

Looking at broken Han in front of him with great seriousness, Xia Ming felt a breath stuck in his chest.

If he didn't let out that breath soon, Xia Ming would suffocate!

"Brother, have you ever considered that the reason the Demon Dao is no more is because they lost?"

"Moreover, brother... are immortals always right? Are what immortals say always true?"

"Brother, brother, in this world, there was no path to begin with. When more people walk it, it becomes a path."

"Brother, have you ever thought that perhaps this path was wrong from the very beginning?"

"There are thousands of paths to ascend to the heavens, brother, you are too rigid."

"I, Xia Ming, am willing to learn from the strengths of all schools! Achieve my own Immortal Dao!"

"The divine soul of the Immortal Dao! The physical body of the Demon Dao! I want them both!"

"The grand view of the Immortal Dao! Observe the Great Dao of Luo! This is the grand view!"

"Hahaha! I like the title 'Grand View'!"

...

Looking at the burning wildfire in Xia Ming's eyes, broken Han's body trembled violently.

At this moment, broken Han finally realized how terrifying Xia Ming was.

Xia Ming has completely fallen into the demonic path!

What he firmly believes in is his own hypocritical Immortal Dao!

The immortal and the demon are opposites, how can they coexist!

Between life and death, how can there be a third path!

In the midst of the shocking scene, Xia Ming pulled Poxu Han up again.

"Brother, brother! Qi Refining is the refinement of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!"

"Foundation Building is the establishment of the foundation of the Great Dao! Core Formation is the perfection of essence, energy, and spirit!"

"Brother, brother, what are you cultivating? Did the Immortal Lord you mentioned really not deceive you?"

"Brother, the immortal you cultivate... isn't it also your own cultivation?"

"Brother... actually, you and I are on the same path!"

The same path?

The same path!

Muttering these words, Poxu Han directly froze in place.

In his mind, he repeatedly recalled the disgust and disdain in the eyes of the Immortal Lord.

Poxu Han began to mutter incessantly...

Is the Immortal Lord deceiving me?

How could the Immortal Lord deceive me!

If there were no Immortal Lord, how could my brother and I have survived until now!

"Xia Ming! The Immortal Lord won't deceive me! The Immortal Lord will also teach me the Beast Transformation Technique!"

"The Beast Transformation Technique! Once I learn it, I will become as powerful as a wild beast! I will have a strong physique!"

"If I transform into a beast, I will have the body of a dragon, the speed of an eagle, and the strength of a tiger and leopard!"

Looking at Poxu Han who kept explaining in front of him, Xia Ming sighed helplessly.

He finally understood.

Those bunch of scoundrels actually taught Poxu Han the Beast Transformation Technique.

They really are beasts!

"Brother, brother... since you already know the direction, why do you still need them to teach you?"

"The teachings of immortals, where do those immortal techniques come from? Did they fall from the sky?"

"Is the immortal path you envision just like this? Dragon, tiger, leopard? Brother, I have heard of such a beast."

"This beast is called Taotie... this beast... this beast can devour all living beings in heaven and earth!"

"Brother, why is it Beast Transformation... why not Transformation into a beast?"

"Transforming into a beast and becoming a beast are two different things."

...

Listening to Xia Ming's narration, Poxu Han was directly stunned in place.

Taotie... Taotie... what a great transformation of the Great Dao!

Xia Ming originally wanted Poxu Han to find his own path and break free from the control of the so-called Immortal Lord.

After all, after calling him brother for so long, Xia Ming didn't want to see him being fooled foolishly.

But what Xia Ming didn't know was that because of his words...

The wings of fate fluttered lightly, and several future immortal continents were shaken by storms.

(End of this chapter)