There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 66: Took the Wrong Medicine?

How can one have both the fish and the bear's paw?

The bear's paw is on the mountain, while the fish is in the water.

Let the bear catch the fish, and then I catch the bear?

Hahaha, how clever, how clever.

With clear thoughts, Xia Ming fell into a deep sleep, holding the black book tightly in his arms.

He Niansheng looked at Xia Ming, exhausted to this point, and walked forward to cover him with a thin mattress.

As he approached, He Niansheng heard Xia Ming's murmured words.

"Master, when I become an immortal, I will turn you into an immortal too..."

Upon hearing this, He Niansheng's movements suddenly froze.

After taking a deep look at Xia Ming, He Niansheng walked away.

At the same time, Xia Ming let out a long sigh.

Waking up from a nap, Ah Ba Ah Ba.

Xia Ming felt as if his brain had rusted.

That magnificent palace of thoughts now lay in ruins.

Yesterday, he was thinking about Romeo and Juliet.

What remains in his mind today?

Romeo and Kublai Khan?

Romeo spending the night with a pig?

Romeo roasting a pig's mane!

Romeo and an eastern tree leaf?!

Sitting dumbfounded in place, Xia Ming was at a loss.

How did I not realize that my brain has become so dull?

Dull thoughts, rusty gears, is this the price of Goldfinger?

It seems that these symptoms are getting worse. Is it because I've used it too much?

The Blood Pill can provide some relief, but does it have no side effects?

While Xia Ming was lost in thought, He Niansheng slowly approached.

"Awake?"

Upon seeing He Niansheng, Xia Ming's gaze involuntarily froze.

Although his mind was not sharp, his body still reacted.

"Master, good morning."

Respectfully bowing, Xia Ming's heart was in turmoil.

Xia Ming knew very well that with his current level of mental agility, how could he deal with the white-haired He Niansheng?

There was only one word for that!

— Sinai.

As if possessed, Xia Ming suddenly spoke up.

"Master, it seems that the Blood Pill I refined yesterday has had some effect. Shall we make another batch?"

Upon hearing Xia Ming's words, He Niansheng was taken aback.

Just yesterday, he was so resistant and denied the efficacy of the medicine. How did he change today?

Has this kid taken the wrong medicine?

Upon careful consideration...

That kid's mental state yesterday was indeed a bit off!

"Master, let's refine another batch. Shall I start bleeding now?"

After taking a deep look at Xia Ming in front of him, He Niansheng decisively rejected his invitation.

You little brat, trying to tempt me?

Alchemy is done here, and Jiang Chong, that old fart, can find his way by following the scent!

Just a little bit more!

Just a little bit!

I fell for this kid's trick!

Xia Ming, who was rejected by his master, also looked helpless.

In his helplessness, Xia Ming couldn't help but sigh.

The aftereffect of that Blood Pill is really strong!

The feeling of a sharp mind is simply... tsk tsk.

Glancing at the slightly desolate Xia Ming, He Niansheng coaxed from the side again.

"Xia Ming, shall I take you to learn the Little Wind Walking Technique?"

Upon hearing these words, Xia Ming immediately became spirited again.

In Xia Ming's mind, that was not just the Little Wind Walking Technique.

It was clearly a feasibility study for a human-shaped fighter jet!

The art of escape must be learned.

The faster, the better.

If you can't win, you can still run.

The best strategy is to flee.

Seeing the gleam in Xia Ming's eyes, He Niansheng's mind settled slightly.

After all, he is still a young man, easily grasping it.

Thinking of this, He Niansheng continued, "The most important thing in the Little Wind Technique is to refine a wind seed and hide it in the acupoints."

"Use spiritual energy to activate the wind seed and control the wind with it."

Listening to Master He's explanation, Xia Ming nodded thoughtfully.

Now, Xia Ming really couldn't completely trust Master He.

In terms of this description, He Niansheng did not lie.

Whether it's the Little Wind Technique or the humanoid fighter aircraft refined by Goldfinger.

In essence, they both rely on the energy released from the acupoints to propel the cultivator's flight.

The acupoints are the propellers, and spiritual energy and wind seeds are the fuel.

Scientific, incredibly scientific.

However, the drawbacks mentioned by Goldfinger were not mentioned by Master He.

The issues of endurance and stability need to be addressed.

Did Master He intentionally not mention them?

Or does Master He not know either?

While Xia Ming was pondering, He Niansheng's voice sounded again.

"Xia Ming, refining the wind seed also requires the coordination of a technique. By activating the technique, you can accelerate the condensation of the wind seed. Listen carefully."

"Yes, disciple will listen attentively."

[Zhou Jue Biao Di Chen, Liang Shi Gou Zhong A. Yan Ru Xiao Zhong Yan, Bo Ruo Jing Yao Hua.]

[Qi Fei Tong Qi Gai, Lian Wan Yi Fu Mo. Liu Tian Heng Bei Dao, Ci Shi Gui Shen Jia.]

...

After reciting it once, Xia Ming didn't feel anything strange.

He silently recited it several times in his mind, but still felt no discomfort.

Could this technique really be the one recorded in that black book?

As he was thinking, Xia Ming followed Master He to a broken valley.

The mountain wind was biting, as if it could cut through flesh.

As they approached, the sound of ghosts and wolves crying became even more unbearable.

"This is the Broken Ridge. Deep in the mountains is the Yellow Mud Abyss. It's extremely dangerous here, Xia Ming, you must not get separated from me."

Xia Ming naturally knew his own capabilities. Even if He Niansheng didn't emphasize it, he wouldn't dare to go alone.

This Broken Ridge doesn't look like a good place at all.

After the master and disciple entered, a group of Sword River cultivators also arrived outside the mountains.

Looking at the rugged and uneven mountains not far away, in the end, the Sword River cultivators did not enter.

They wandered around the Broken Ridge all the way.

Finally, the master and disciple arrived at a peculiar valley.

It was called peculiar because everywhere in this valley, there were traces of human craftsmanship.

Steps, railings, although heavily weathered, the past glory could still be seen.

"At one time, this place was the previous Great River Sect."

Hearing He Niansheng's words, Xia Ming couldn't help but be stunned.

The previous Great River Sect?

What does that mean?

Quietly looking at Xia Ming, He Niansheng had no intention of hiding it from him.

"Xia Ming, the path to immortality is ruthless. Only becoming an immortal is the ultimate goal, only becoming an immortal can escape from this chessboard."

"Great River Sect, Bamboo Sword Sect... even this West Cangzhou is nothing more than a chessboard for immortals."

"A chessboard, the more pieces that survive, the ultimate winner."

Seemingly understanding, Xia Ming nodded, but he had other calculations in his mind.

He wasn't someone who aimed too high.

The road must be taken step by step, and food must be eaten bite by bite.

Immortals are still far away for him, Xia Ming.

The most urgent matter is to stay alive.

To stay alive under Master He's guidance.

However, after thinking for a long time, Xia Ming found that he couldn't remember many details about He Niansheng.

His thinking was rigid, his perception was regressing, and there was no burst of inspiration that came in a flash.

Unable to see the big picture, Xia Ming didn't even know where Master He had made his move!

After much consideration, Xia Ming had made up his mind.

He still had to take the Blood Pill!

Although it would affect Goldfinger.

And he also had to find a way to get his hands on Master He's "Energy Transport Guide"!

At the moment when Xia Ming's inspiration burst forth, he already vaguely realized the horror of that thing.

Master, Master.

I really wish I was overthinking.

But...

Could it be that I really am overthinking?