There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 33: If it's an illness, it must be treated?

However, the soul of a cultivator is deceptive.

Therefore, Xia Ming couldn't even perceive his own changes.

Even if he saw strange things, his consciousness was still deceiving him.

Fortunately, he discovered it in time, otherwise it would have been a hidden danger when his soul was taken over.

Thinking of this, He Nian Sheng's brows furrowed even more.

There was just one thing that He Nian Sheng couldn't be sure of.

Based on Xia Ming's current condition, it was impossible to determine whether the mutation was good or bad.

If he wanted to determine the outcome of the mutation, he would have to study it carefully.

If he could get Xia Ming's cooperation, that would be even better.

Xia Ming, who had drunk the Dream Huang Liang, shouldn't hold any grudges.

With this in mind, He Nian Sheng's gaze was fixed on the slightly uneasy Xia Ming.

"Xia Ming, the book in front of you is the 'Rules for Junior Disciples of the Qing Dan Sect'."

"The book contains over seven hundred rules, and there is no mention of cannibalism."

"The work of the Ling Gan Patriarch is the 'Spirit Root and Ego Theory'."

"Xia Ming, haven't you noticed?"

"You...something is not right."

...

Listening to He Nian Sheng's merciless "truths," Xia Ming's face gradually turned pale.

What Xia Ming was most worried about had happened. He Nian Sheng, his master, had discovered his "Goldfinger."

However, He Nian Sheng's next words made Xia Ming furrow his brows deeply.

"Xia Ming, you are sick."

"Your eyes, your cognition...are all becoming abnormal."

"My disciple, you need treatment for this illness. Rest assured, I will not give up on you."

"If I guess correctly, this is a soul mutation caused by the advancement of your Spirit Root."

Illness?

I'm sick?

If it's an illness, it must be treated?

He Nian Sheng's words slowly ignited Xia Ming's rebellious mentality.

A soul mutation, Xia Ming could accept this.

After all, he was a soul transmigrator, and the fusion of his soul and spirit had some flaws.

In terms of language and writing, he wouldn't reveal any flaws, but when it came to memory, he hadn't inherited anything.

Issues with his eyes and cognition...are they an illness?

Xia Ming couldn't agree with his master's statement.

Illness?

What kind of illness can give me a Spirit Root?

What kind of illness can allow me to arrange a Superior Spirit Root?

What kind of illness is so scientific?

This is not an illness at all!

This is clearly the awakening of my Goldfinger!

Aren't the rules for junior disciples just a management manual for cattle and horses?

Aren't the rules inside about cannibalism?

Is my Goldfinger teaching me to see through illusions, while my master wants to lead me astray?

By doing this, Master He is equivalent to digging out my Supreme Bone!

Without my Goldfinger, how can I rise?

How can I climb the path of Immortal Ascension?

I, Xia Ming, am not sick!

It seems that I can't fully trust Master He.

Although he has been good to me, I can't let him destroy my Goldfinger.

Xia Ming firmly believed in one principle: rely on oneself to become strong.

Goldfinger...will never deceive me!

Quietly, the balance in Xia Ming's heart had already tilted towards his own Goldfinger.

With a clear mind, Xia Ming suddenly felt a hint of medicinal flavor in the depths of his tongue.

Yuzi Nian, Sanqiu Chan, Yimeng Cao, Huangliang Shen...

At this moment, the Dream Huang Liang medicine was broken.

...

Even the Soul Daoist didn't expect that his creation, Dream Huang Liang, would be broken like this.

Even someone as clever as the Soul Daoist couldn't calculate everything.

It's strange that Xia Ming is so blindly trusting his own Goldfinger. In his eyes, his master is not as important as Goldfinger. After all, Xia Ming's soul is that of an adult who has experienced the vicissitudes of life. He would rather believe in himself than in his master, He Niansheng.

Looking at Xia Ming's gradually deepening eyes, He Niansheng began to feel a sense of unease in his heart. He felt that something was off about Xia Ming.

Just as He Niansheng was about to speak, the jade slip in his embrace began to tremble incessantly. In front of Xia Ming, He Niansheng directly took out the jade slip and offered it in mid-air.

At the moment when spiritual energy was infused, a hoarse voice slowly emanated from the jade slip.

"I am Jiang Chong. Qingdan Supreme, He Niansheng, come to the Great River Hall immediately for an important matter..."

"Shang Ruyu!"

Before the jade slip finished speaking, He Niansheng directly brushed his sleeve and left.

The slender jade slip shattered into pieces in an instant.

Looking at Xia Ming, who appeared slightly shocked in front of him, He Niansheng said word by word,

"No matter what it is, it is not more important than my disciple's illness."

When He Niansheng said this, he was extremely firm. It was indeed what he truly believed.

To He Niansheng, the Great River Sect was not as important as his disciple.

The hidden Spirit Root that could continuously improve one's aptitude!

A perfect target for soul possession!

A future surpassing the Nascent Soul stage!

If the effects of the Dream Huangliang Pill were still present, Xia Ming might really believe him more.

But now that the Dream Huangliang Pill had been broken, when Xia Ming heard the word "illness," he couldn't help but feel a sense of aversion.

Illness? What illness?

An illness that can make one become an immortal?

Once the seed of doubt was planted, it would take root, sprout, and grow vigorously even if no one paid attention to it.

Looking at this scene in front of him, Xia Ming always felt that He Niansheng was overacting.

"Master... If you have something..."

"My disciple Xia Ming, no need for more words, your illness is the priority."

When Xia Ming heard the words "illness," his gaze darkened again.

Illness? What illness?

Have I ever been sick?

That's Goldfinger, not an illness!

Without Goldfinger, how can I compete on the path of immortality?

How can I grow?

Master, Master, I know you're good to me.

But what you're doing makes it difficult for me.

Master and disciple sat facing each other, the candle flame flickering, their eyes meeting.

One was as cold as winter, the other as deep as night.

In the silent night, the candle flame burned quietly.

During this silence, a desire flickered in He Niansheng's eyes.

The flame of desire gradually grew, eventually becoming an uncontrollable wildfire.

"My disciple Xia Ming, I want to take... a little bit of your blood for future treatment research."

Take blood?

For treatment research?

Upon hearing these words, waves began to rise in Xia Ming's heart. He felt a deep aversion to the idea of taking blood for research.

He was a person, a living person, not a test subject locked in a cage!

But now, he was under someone else's roof. How could he not lower his head?

With clear thoughts, Xia Ming silently looked at He Niansheng in front of him.

"Master, you may take it without hesitation. Your disciple has no complaints."

"My disciple, rest assured, I will definitely help you recover."

Hearing He Niansheng's words, Xia Ming's eyes became even deeper.

Even if Goldfinger is an illness, it cannot be cured!

This is Xia Ming's bottom line!

The sharp blade lightly cut through Xia Ming's skin, and the hot blood slowly dripped into the slender jade bottle.

With this one cut, He Niansheng not only broke through a layer of skin, but also the fragile master-disciple relationship between him and Xia Ming.

It must be said that He Niansheng was a bit too hasty.

(End of this chapter)