There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 57: Gift for Disciple

Looking down from a high position, He Niansheng gazed at the elderly Jiang Chong.

He Niansheng slowly said, "In the ice cave, there is bitter lotus powder, and the ice-sealing talisman contains a man's tears. The poison only conceals it, allowing you to let go of your guard and take the medicine properly."

"Heh... cough... Good! What a He Niansheng! I almost forgot, an alchemist is also a poisoner! Can you tell me what medicine this is?"

Quietly watching Jiang Chong, He Niansheng shook his head slowly.

Just eat it and be done with it. This old man actually wants the recipe?

Absolutely outrageous!

Without any warning, He Niansheng swung his long sword in his hand.

A sharp sword light directly severed Jiang Chong's right arm, along with the Universe Bracelet.

No need to stop the bleeding or treat the wound.

With a lift of his hand, He Niansheng directly took Jiang Chong's right arm into his hand.

After removing several Universe Bracelets, amidst Jiang Chong's teeth-gritting cries of pain, He Niansheng actually weighed Jiang Chong's right arm.

As frost spread, He Niansheng's face showed a thoughtful expression.

If he returned it to this old man, perhaps it could still be reattached without affecting its use.

But obviously, He Niansheng would not do such a thing.

Looking at the severed arm, He Niansheng thought of his sick disciple.

Since he came out, why not bring him a gift?

Perhaps he could obtain something rare... and make that kid happy.

With this in mind, He Niansheng directly froze the arm and hung it around his waist.

Then, his cold gaze turned to the collapsed Jiang Chong.

In Jiang Chong's fearful gaze, He Niansheng threw the Black Peak Sword in his hand.

Whoosh.

The trembling sword body almost tore through Jiang Chong's throat.

Looking at the Black Peak Sword so close, Jiang Chong couldn't help but feel a surge in his throat.

If it deviated a few millimeters more, the Black Peak Sword could directly sever his head.

He Niansheng... didn't kill him?

In the midst of Jiang Chong's shock, He Niansheng's voice sounded again.

"The one who killed Jiang Xiong is not me, He Niansheng, but the Hai family of the Great River."

"Impossible! He Niansheng! You're lying to me!"

Quietly watching the roaring Jiang Chong, He Niansheng did not defend himself. He just silently watched.

In He Niansheng's lifeless gaze, Jiang Chong's voice grew smaller and smaller.

During this silence, a furious roar suddenly came from a distance.

"He Niansheng! How dare you!"

Boom.

Like a grenade, the burly Sea Dragon tore through the black mist and crashed directly to the ground.

Covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot, he looked extremely fierce.

If the Sea Dragon arrived, would the Sea Rock be far behind?

For the Hai brothers, this was a big loss.

The Hai nation fled, and the Great River Sect was finished.

This gamble ultimately turned out to be a failure.

And all of this... was because of the crazily bleeding Ink Blood Jiao Qiu!

Or perhaps... the mastermind behind all of this was the white-haired man in front of him!

Qingdan Supreme... He Niansheng!

Upon seeing the Sea Dragon, a disdainful smile slowly appeared on He Niansheng's lips.

Then, without even looking back, he turned and left.

"You!!!"

Watching He Niansheng's retreating figure, and then looking at Jiang Chong lying on the ground, his face filled with confusion.

In the end... the Sea Dragon didn't dare to chase after him.

He Niansheng was too sinister.

Chasing after him would only lead to trouble.

Stepping out of the black mist, He Niansheng directly activated the Thought-Seed Lotus.

The cage of the Great River Sect was finally broken. Next, He Niansheng would embark on his path to becoming an immortal.

After roughly sensing Xia Ming's location, just as He Niansheng was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of the Lake Elder beside him.

Furrowing his brows, He Niansheng directly handed a Universe Bracelet to Hu Changqing.

"Lady Hu treated me well in the past, and today I will repay her. Hu Changqing... I will come to find you when I have something to discuss. I know about the things Jiang Chong knows."

Silently putting away the Universe Bracelet, Hu Changqing tightly clenched his fist as he watched He Niansheng's retreating figure.

In that brief moment, Hu Changqing suddenly didn't want to cultivate anymore.

In terms of scheming, he was not as good as He Niansheng or Jiang Chong.

In terms of courage, he was not as good as Hai Long or Hai Yan.

In terms of talent, he was even worse than the sect master of Hai Guo.

If it weren't for relying on the accumulation of his ancestors, how could Hu Changqing have reached the Core Formation Late Stage?

...

The battle in the Black Qiu Forest had been decided, and things were gradually heating up on the side of Purple Thunder Patriarch.

Purple Thunder Daoist was getting old after all, and he was somewhat slow in controlling the sword formation.

If he were a few decades younger, this Ink Blood Jiao Qiu would probably have been separated from its flesh and blood by him.

Gradually, Purple Thunder Daoist also sensed that something was wrong.

The beast in the sword formation seemed to have gone mad, burning its essence blood frantically.

Frenzied scales, spewing blood.

Frenzied scales again! Spewing blood again!

Its body, dozens of zhang in size, was rapidly shrinking at a visible speed.

As its body shrank, the strength of that beast continued to rise.

Wan Lan! Kai Shan! Zhan Long!

Spring Wind! Evening Rain! Shocking Thunder!

The sword moves were sharp, the sword light was like the sea, and above the Purple Sea, the Jiao Qiu had shrunk to the size of a python.

A trace of seriousness gradually appeared on Purple Thunder Daoist's face.

At this moment, he could be sure that someone had tampered with the Ink Blood Jiao Qiu. It was burning its essence blood at all costs.

What was even more troublesome was that the bloodline of this Jiao Qiu seemed to be extraordinary. If it continued to burn like this, something big would happen.

With his thoughts, Purple Thunder Daoist pinched his sword finger and connected his soul to the heavens and earth.

"Sword rise! Open the river!"

Back then, when Purple Thunder Daoist comprehended the Nascent Soul, he had created a sword that cut across the White Cang River.

And today, that grand sword light descended upon the heartland of the Great River.

In the face of that sword light, the Ink Blood Jiao Qiu seemed as small as an eel.

As the cultivators watched in horror, the sword light cut into the earth.

With just one sword, it cut across the river!

...

The cultivators of the Bamboo Sword Sect looked from afar and only saw the endless sword light.

The Nascent Soul Patriarch, whose divine soul was connected to the heavens and earth, had a level of spiritual energy and Core Formation cultivation that was far beyond reach.

"The Patriarch is mighty! The Patriarch will surely succeed with every move!"

Hastily catching up, Xu Weizhou finally arrived in front of the sect master, Xu Xuan.

First, he respectfully bowed, and then he began to flatter Purple Thunder Daoist.

"Weizhou, you've worked hard."

"Not hard at all. It's Weizhou's duty to serve the sect master."

Listening to Xu Weizhou's flattery, Xu Xuan was very happy. In addition to feeling comfortable, he patted Xu Weizhou's shoulder.

Being patted on the shoulder by the younger generation of the Xu family, Xu Weizhou not only didn't get angry, but instead had a flattering smile on his face.

Embarrassment?

Nonexistent.

After all, the father of the sect master was a Nascent Soul Patriarch!

If it weren't for Purple Thunder Patriarch's guidance, Xu Weizhou wouldn't have achieved what he had today.

While smiling flatteringly, Xu Weizhou respectfully bowed again.

"Sect Master, I have a method. It can use the bloodline of a savage beast to refine the flesh and cultivate the Dragon attribute. It is the best choice."

"Although it cannot forge a body of steel, it can allow the sect master to have more offspring..."

"Now that the Bamboo Sword Sect has merged with two other sects... the mountains and rivers of the Xu family should still be guarded by the Xu family."

Upon hearing Xu Weizhou's words, the expressions of the several Core Formation cultivators behind him changed.

Only the sect master, Xu Xuan, was very happy.

"Very well! Elder Xu Weizhou has gone deep into the Great River this time. He deserves a reward! A heavy reward!"

With his hands behind his back, Xu Xuan looked at his father's figure, as if he had everything.

(End of this chapter)