There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 31: Illiterate? A Three-Word Disease!

Outside, there was a strong wind and heavy rain, but the grass hut enjoyed peace.

A stove accompanied by clear tea, a grass curtain separating wind and rain.

Master and disciple sat facing each other, tranquil and harmonious.

"Xia Ming, I wonder if you have read the works of the Inspiration Ancestor?"

As everyone knows, that book is a load of nonsense.

It's all the personal ramblings of the Inspiration Ancestor, only able to deceive the low-ranking disciples.

But as He Niansheng continued to understand Xia Ming, he felt that it wasn't that simple.

It's possible that the Inspiration Ancestor hid some personal secrets in "The Spirit Root and the Self" theory.

Others may not understand, but perhaps...

As Xia Ming, who also possesses a hidden Spirit Root, be able to see it?

In the midst of their conversation, He Niansheng took out that thick book, "The Spirit Root and the Self" theory.

At the moment Xia Ming saw the book, a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

"Master, I have studied this book, 'From Inspiration to Spirit Root: How I Achieved It,' all night long."

Xia Ming's words were not an exaggeration.

In order to learn magnetic field induction, he often studied until late at night.

But when He Niansheng heard Xia Ming's words, something seemed off.

What's this?

"From Inspiration to Spirit Root: How I Achieved It"?

Am I blind?

Or is this kid blind?

Clearly, there are only five words, where did the rest come from?

What is all this?

The book by the Inspiration Ancestor is clearly called "The Spirit Root and the Self" theory!

After taking a deep look at Xia Ming in front of him, He Niansheng let out a sigh.

Damn it!

How dare this kid lie in front of me?

Since he didn't lie, then the problem arises.

What went wrong?

Could it be that Xia Ming can't read?

This idea just came up and was immediately rejected by He Niansheng.

Illiterate...

Illiterate, how did he cultivate the Great River Qi Refining technique?

Did the Ghost Sect teach him?

Did he dream up his cultivation at the fifth level of Qi Refining?

Carefully considering, He Niansheng asked in a deep voice, "Xia Ming, have you read books and studied under a teacher?"

Hearing He Niansheng's words, Xia Ming was instantly startled.

Books and studying under a teacher? He really didn't know anything about that.

Could this be He Niansheng's test?

Has he discovered something?

With mixed emotions, Xia Ming replied, "Master, I have studied for a few years."

"Since you have studied, I will test you."

He Niansheng called for a desk, took out paper and pen, and continued, "Xia Ming, do you remember the pharmacological knowledge I taught you before?"

"Master, I remember."

"Good, in that case, I will describe a medicinal herb, and you write down its name on the paper."

Write down the name? Wouldn't it be faster to just say it?

Could it be that Master wants to see my handwriting?

Observing a person through their handwriting?

Master must have his reasons for doing this.

Thinking this, Xia Ming straightened his back, dipped the brush in ink, and exuded confidence.

Not daring to say anything else, Xia Ming was quite confident in his calligraphy skills.

He Niansheng stood up, began describing the medicinal herb, and Xia Ming began writing.

Huangliang ginseng...

Sanqiu cicada...

Wanderer's longing...

Behind Xia Ming, He Niansheng's brow gradually furrowed.

Xia Ming's handwriting was powerful and profound, with no discernible flaws.

How could this kid possibly be illiterate?

Could it be that I'm overthinking?

But then, how do I explain "The Spirit Root and the Self" theory?

Hesitating for a moment, He Niansheng began describing the next herb.

A perennial plant, good nature, slightly sweet.

Resembling a coiling dragon, entwined and parasitic.

Consuming it causes stiff meridians and slight toxicity.

This is the Black Coiling Root.

Looking at the earnest Xia Ming, He Niansheng's gaze gradually changed.

That spread-out white paper, soaked with ink, underwent a sudden change.

The three characters "Black Coiling Root" were still powerful, but as he continued writing, something went wrong.

The two characters behind, He Niansheng didn't recognize them at all.

Or perhaps, they weren't even characters to begin with!

The strokes were distorted, the structure loose.

The ink stains soaked into the paper, resembling a group of twisted and wriggling maggots.

Just one glance, and He Niansheng felt his soul tremble.

Those characters were enough to shake one's soul!

Looking at Xia Ming again, he seemed unaware of the abnormalities in his writing.

He continued to write stroke by stroke, these two characters for a long, long time.

Xia Ming was so serious, and He Niansheng saw it with his own eyes, but a bone-chilling feeling rose in his heart.

Suppressing his shock, He Niansheng continued to probe.

Cicada flower... normal.

Four-leaf clover... normal.

Woman with red leaves... something's not right.

The character "ye" after the red character began to distort again.

He Niansheng's expression gradually became stiff as he mentioned several more names of medicines.

Finally, his face turned ashen.

This Xia Ming... something's not right.

He's not illiterate, he's even more terrifying than an illiterate person!

He can only write three normal characters in a row, after which they start to distort.

Now, even the knowledgeable He Niansheng became somewhat unsettled.

Unheard of, unseen.

Could this be a kind of illness?

A three-character illness?

The Xia Ming illness?

With a complex expression, He Niansheng said in a deep voice,

"Xia Ming, whatever I say next, you write."

Hearing this, Xia Ming was also surprised.

Surprised as he was, he still had to write.

He still trusted He Niansheng from the bottom of his heart.

A trust that originated from a medicinal pill.

This pill was called "Dream of the Yellow Millet."

He Niansheng said, Xia Ming wrote.

...

Great River Sect, three characters normal.

Great River Qi Refining Technique, after writing the character "lian," it started to become a talisman.

Spirit Root, the character "ben" after it, the ink became entangled.

...

Taking a deep breath, He Niansheng furrowed his brows, showing no signs of relaxation.

What's wrong with Xia Ming's body?

He knew very well that after taking the Dream of the Yellow Millet, Xia Ming wouldn't lie to him.

Since Xia Ming didn't lie, then the problem lies elsewhere.

What kind of illness could be so bizarre?

Could this illness affect soul possession?

Looking at Xia Ming in front of him, He Niansheng felt a trace of unease rising in his heart.

...

After hesitating for a moment, He Niansheng took out the introductory book for the Great River Sect's miscellaneous disciples.

-"The Law of Inspiration and Sensation"-

"Xia Ming, tell me, what is this book?"

Xia Ming was also familiar with this book.

It was this book that had undergone a change, causing Xia Ming to start sensing magnetic fields.

Looking at this book, Xia Ming became puzzled.

Why did Master ask me about the title?

Could it be that Master doesn't know how to read?

How is that possible?

An Alchemist who doesn't know how to read?

After denying it to himself, Xia Ming cautiously said,

"Reporting to Master, this is 'On How to Inspire Inspiration.'"

As soon as Xia Ming said this, He Niansheng couldn't help but gasp.

Good!

Good, Xia Ming!

Seeing Master's reaction, Xia Ming also felt a bit uneasy.

Although the title of the book wasn't serious, it wasn't my fault. Why does Master look like this?

The two locked eyes, suppressing their own thoughts.

Once their thoughts settled, He Niansheng picked up the second book.

It was a handwritten copy of the "Great River Qi Refining Technique."

"Xia Ming, tell me, what is this?"

"Burn... Burn Water Qi Refining Technique?"

As soon as Xia Ming spoke, he himself realized that something was off.

Hearing Xia Ming's reply, a towering wave of shock surged in He Niansheng's heart.

Burn Water Qi Refining Technique?

What a Burn Water Qi Refining Technique!

(End of this chapter)