There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 74: The Dock, Potato Sticks on the Hour [4000]

After going through this process, there was silence in Longshouyuan.

Zhao Jiu casually weighed the blood-colored compass handed to him by Xuanniao.

His sharp eyes swept over the Xizi cultivators again, and Zhao Jiu said coldly, "I know you don't like me, but I don't like you either."

As soon as Zhao Jiu said this, many people below immediately bowed.

"This compass is the Blood Oath Compass, a Sixth Grade Spirit Treasure. Those below the Yin God realm cannot break free from it."

"This blood oath was made by your ancestors. Don't be resentful. I don't want to mention the past, but what I want to talk about is today."

"You all saw the woman who attacked Xianzhou, right?"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators became even more fearful.

Even Xia Ming in the bamboo building straightened his body slowly.

"Inside Xianzhou, some say she is an exiled immortal. But let me tell you..."

"Nonsense! Without Xianzhou, without inheritance, and without the ability to govern, how dare she call herself an immortal!?"

"Finally, you all saw it too. That woman provoked the immortal in my family, and she died."

"The immortal descended and slapped her to death. She turned to ashes."

"This time, I came down to handle the aftermath on orders."

"The major matters have already been taken care of, but there are some small matters that I need your help with."

...

Listening to Zhao Jiu's words, the cultivators showed astonishment on their faces.

The major matters were already taken care of, but they needed help with small matters?

What kind of small matters required the cultivators of Xizi Cangzhou to do?

Seeing the cultivators' reactions, Zhao Jiu continued, "If you do this thing well, I don't mind giving you, and your descendants, an opportunity!"

"I can help you erase the blood oath and give you freedom. I can even take you to Daguan Xianzhou! To trace your ancestral veins!"

"For those who achieve great merits, I will reward you with Breaking Infant Pills! Soul Formation Pills! Letting you advance further!"

"If you want to extend your lifespan, I still have Lifespan Pills to exchange!"

Boom—

When Zhao Jiu said this, the cultivators were shocked.

Many elderly cultivators with little lifespan left were even trembling with excitement.

Cultivating immortality, wasn't it about advancing further?

Living a little longer?

Breaking Infant Pills, Soul Formation Pills, they could greatly increase the probability of a breakthrough on the immortal path.

As for the preciousness of Lifespan Pills, there was no need to mention it. How many cultivators would complain about having a longer life?

When he heard the words Lifespan Pills, a hint of excitement flashed in He Niansheng's eyes.

As a Grandmaster Alchemist, He Niansheng naturally had a better understanding of Lifespan Pills than other cultivators.

The recipe for Lifespan Pills was easy to obtain, but the precious part was the medicinal ingredients.

The raw material for Lifespan Pills was "longevity," which was a spirit born from the nurturing of heaven and earth.

It was something that could be encountered but not sought after. Ten years of longevity could be refined into ten years of Lifespan Pills, and fifty years would be fifty years of Lifespan Pills, and so on.

In a cultivator's lifetime, they couldn't repeatedly consume the same kind of Lifespan Pills.

Moreover, taking Lifespan Pills would damage one's luck.

Even so, He Niansheng still yearned for Lifespan Pills.

Inside the bamboo building, Xia Ming could feel that his master's gaze was gradually shifting towards the young master Zhao Jiu.

...

Seeing the gazes of the cultivators, Zhao Jiu became even more casual in his actions.

He let his hair loose, crossed his legs, rolled up his blood-colored sleeves, and waved his big hand.

One palm-sized copper mirror after another flew into the field.

One for each cultivator, just enough.

Originally, Zhao Jiu didn't prepare many copper mirrors. Killing a few dozen cultivators would be just right.

After distributing the copper mirrors, Zhao Jiu slowly said, "I'm giving you the mirrors to help me find something. Anything that can make these copper mirrors react, bring it back to me."

"The more precious the thing you bring back, the higher the reward I will give you! Those who hold the mirrors should not fight each other, don't make me unhappy."

"Follow my rules, and I will make everyone happy. If I'm not happy, don't blame me for not following the rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jiu snapped his fingers.

Snap—

Amidst the shocked gazes of the cultivators, Longshouyuan began to tremble.

The earth rumbled, and a giant tortoise carrying a huge stone tablet slowly crawled out of the ground.

A lifelike stone Xuan Turtle, as if alive, with a towering monument on top, standing tall and seemingly reaching the sky.

The marvelous methods of Xianzhou are beyond imagination!

As the cultivators practiced, their names began to appear on the stone monument.

Compared to their names, the cultivators were more interested in the few lines of red text that wandered on the stone monument.

[Except for the Blood Oath, 10,000 contribution points.]

[Breaking Infant Pill, 50,000 contribution points.]

[Soul Formation Pill, 100,000 contribution points.]

[Ten-Year Longevity Pill, 150,000 contribution points.]

[Immortal Ascension Continent, 500,000 contribution points.]

...

In addition to these, there were various Spirit Weapons, techniques, and even cultivation insights at the Soul Formation level on the stone monument.

As the cultivators looked around, they were shocked. They knew that a great change would completely sweep through the entire Xizi Cangzhou.

In fact, there were very few cultivators who wanted to ascend to Xianzhou. They cared more about the Spirit Weapons and techniques.

They cared about the future situation of Xizi Cangzhou!

These cultivators were born in Xizi and grew up in Xizi.

What's the use of Xianzhou being good?

Go home and build a villa, who would go to the city to work?

Of course, there are still people who long for the sun of Xianzhou.

There's nothing wrong with that.

While the cultivators were indulging in their thoughts, Zhao Jiu's voice sounded again.

"Time is precious, you should set off as soon as possible. Xizi Cangzhou is not small."

"If you have any gains, come to this Dragon Head Origin to exchange for points. Also... the following cultivators stay behind."

"Old Man Han Valley, Poison Doctor Li Shoudao, Saintly Hand Wang Ai... and Qingdan He Niansheng."

Upon hearing this, the cultivators dispersed.

Only He Niansheng and a few others remained in place, feeling uneasy.

At this moment, Xia Ming in the bamboo building furrowed his brows.

What does Zhao Jiu want to do with Xianzhou?

...

"You are all skilled alchemists. I will give you a prescription, and you can try to refine the medicine. I will also count it as your contribution."

Upon hearing Zhao Jiu's words, the alchemists looked at each other, showing a hint of hesitation on their faces.

The medicine that the Xianzhou Crown Prince wants to refine is not that simple, after all.

If they waste time and can't produce any results, wouldn't it be a waste of a major event?

By then, they would have worked hard for nothing and suffered a great loss.

Their thoughts couldn't escape Zhao Jiu's eyes.

Playing with the jade axe in his hand, Zhao Jiu leisurely said,

"Don't worry, what I'm looking for is not easy to find. It depends on fate."

"And what I want to refine is just the elixir. If you fail a few times, you will naturally find the trick."

"For one dose of elixir... I will count it as 100 contribution points for you, absolutely fair, and I won't take back your copper mirrors."

"You can go find the lucky little cultivator to help you, and I will also count the contribution points on your heads."

"Are you still not willing?"

Upon hearing this, the alchemists respectfully bowed.

"Immortal is eternal! Blood always prospers!"

At the same time, Xia Ming, who was sitting in the bamboo building, slowly opened his eyes.

This Crown Prince Zhao Jiu is quite interesting. The things he wants to find are also interesting. What kind of thing depends on luck?

What kind of elixir does he want to refine?

...

Not long after Xia Ming disconnected the Bluetooth, Master He returned.

As soon as he returned to the bamboo building, he began to pack his things. He had already made an agreement with the Master of Moonlight Sect to refine pills in the sect's pill cave.

While packing, he glanced up and saw his obedient disciple, He Niansheng.

In that instant, He Niansheng made a decision.

Is there a more suitable candidate than Xia Ming?

He is his own disciple, and Xia Ming's luck is exceptional.

He had consumed a hundred Foundation Building Pills, so shouldn't he work to repay his debts?

Losing in the east, gaining in the west!

Could it be... this is the arrangement of destiny?

Thinking of this, He Niansheng became even more certain.

Xia Ming is searching for something and practicing alchemy at the same time, making progress on both fronts!

If he can exchange for a Broken Infant Pill, he can advance to the Nascent Soul stage and extend his lifespan by a hundred years!

The method of seizing souls and taking over bodies is ultimately not the right path.

With a determined mind, He Niansheng directly handed the small bronze mirror to Xia Ming.

Looking at the small bronze mirror in his hand, Xia Ming's expression was extremely strange.

Huh?

Am I the chosen one to work?

Before the shock could dissipate, He Niansheng's voice sounded again.

"Xia Ming, I am going to the Moonlit Sect's Pill Cave to refine pills. I want you to help me find something. Anything that can trigger a reaction from the bronze mirror, bring it back to me and take it to the Dragon Head Origin. You don't need to search deliberately, just follow your heart. This is the identity token of the Bamboo Tower, I'm giving it to you. From now on, you will live in this Bamboo Tower. The disciples of the Moonlit Sect outside call themselves Wang Qi. If you need anything, you can tell him."

While speaking, He Niansheng also tied a string to the small bronze mirror.

Without saying a word, he directly put it around Xia Ming's neck.

Xia Ming: ???

Oh no!

I've become a beast of burden!

Looking at his master in front of him, Xia Ming made up his mind.

He didn't want to go find that ghost thing, he wanted to learn alchemy!

Xia Ming knew that at this stage, Master He wouldn't bother him, so he should seize the time to learn more things.

Instead of wasting time searching for some inexplicable thing.

"Master! Jiang Liang from the Soul Capturing Cliff just came!"

"Great River Jiang Clan, ambitious and exposed!"

Listening to Xia Ming's voice, He Niansheng frowned slightly.

Strange, when this illiterate talks, why does he go on and on?

He gently patted Xia Ming's shoulder and said with great certainty:

"Don't worry, as long as you have this bronze mirror, no one along the Bai Cang River will dare to touch you!"

"I will prepare some means for you to ensure your safety!"

After saying this, He Niansheng's actions of packing up became faster.

Looking at this scene, Xia Ming's expression was extremely strange.

Me?

Am I finally free?

Master He is not afraid that I will run away?

What about the Blood Pill if I run away?

I still don't know how to refine it now.

Sigh...

Seeing that his master was about to leave, Xia Ming quickly grabbed his sleeve.

"Master! Master, can you refine some more Blood Pills for me? I'm afraid I won't be able to recognize words when I go out!"

Looking at Xia Ming strangely, He Niansheng suddenly felt that illiteracy wasn't so bad.

Illiterate doesn't know how to read!

Illiterate is the cutest and doesn't have so many questions.

What's even better is that he can't even read the words on the stone tablet.

It's more reassuring to use him!

With a clear mind, He Niansheng said in a deep voice:

"Xia Ming, there's no rush to refine the Blood Pills. If the mirror reacts, you just collect it, it's not troublesome."

"Oh, by the way, I also have a storage ring for you here, and there are some other pills inside."

"The green bottle is not poisonous, the black bottle is poisonous... remember it well!"

With a turn of his eyes, Xia Ming said again:

"But Master... I still don't know how to fly on a sword..."

Looking deeply at Xia Ming in front of him, He Niansheng's expression suddenly became serious.

"Xia Ming, I can't accompany you for a lifetime. There are some things you have to figure out on your own."

"In the storage ring, I have prepared four Wind Seeds for you. You can try to refine the Little Wind Travel Technique."

"This method is quite extraordinary, not inferior to Sword Escape. Don't underestimate it."

"That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself, my disciple, and don't worry."

...

Looking at the swaying bamboo door, Xia Ming stood still in place.

Perhaps, this is what a normal master-disciple relationship is like.

How can a master have so much energy to spend on his disciple?

Converging his mind, Xia Ming looked at the storage ring left by Master He.

Putting it on his finger, he explored it with his divine sense, twenty square meters.

Although the place is not great, it is sufficient.

Immediately after, Xia Ming took out a pile of spirit stones, along with four sealed wind seeds.

It must be said that Master He's meticulousness is impeccable.

In the end, Xia Ming refined four acupoints to seal the wind seeds.

Left hand, Shaofu, Laogong.

Right hand, Sanjian, Hegu.

In his spare time, Xia Ming started reading the sword notes left by He Niansheng for him.

Without the distraction of the Goldfinger, Xia Ming's comprehension also improved a lot.

His mind probably understood it.

Sword control, infusing spiritual energy, entering the sword body.

Using spiritual energy to support the sword body, and then using the sword body to support the cultivator.

However, Qi Refining cultivators have limited spiritual energy, so it is not recommended to control the sword.

As for the issue of spiritual energy, it is a small problem for Xia Ming.

With the six major Spirit Roots embedded in his dantian, the concentration of his spiritual energy has reached a terrifying level.

For half a day, Xia Ming read books in the bamboo building.

For half a day, no Core Formation cultivator returned to Longshouyuan.

Cultivators who can reach Core Formation, or even Nascent Soul, are already blessed by destiny.

From this, it can be seen how difficult the thing Zhao Jiu wants to find is.

In the late afternoon, Xia Ming walked out of the bamboo building.

He was going to the dock to get some potato fries.

The Fasting Pill doesn't taste good.

It has a strange bean flavor.

Seeing Xia Ming coming out, Jiang Liang in the corner grinned and was about to greet him.

With a glance, Jiang Liang saw the small bronze mirror hanging around Xia Ming's neck.

The bronze mirror was very bright and made Jiang Liang's eyes hurt.

"Ah, damn it! He Niansheng has gone crazy? He actually gave this thing to Xia Ming?!"

After an afternoon of fermentation, the cultivators of Xizi reached a consensus.

A cultivator with a bronze mirror is someone who works for the crown prince, and no one dares to offend them.

"Sir, are we still going up?"

Smack--

A slap sent the nearby guard flying, and Jiang Liang left with a gloomy face.

"Go up! Are you willing to risk your life? Useless trash!"

...

Although Xia Ming was in the midst of the situation, he didn't know any of it.

When he arrived at the dock, he got to eat potato fries as he wished.

He also sprinkled some spices from afar.

After finishing the potato fries, Xia Ming walked slowly along the Bai Cang River.

Walking a hundred steps after a meal can extend your life to ninety-nine thousand nine hundred.

In the twilight, the setting sun by the river was beautiful.

Sitting on a huge riverbank stone, Xia Ming slowly lay down.

He really liked this moment of tranquility.

Recalling today's experiences, Xia Ming vaguely guessed something.

The only thing that could make Master He Niansheng give up on himself was probably that broken Infant Pill.

One dose of the pill only costs one hundred contribution points, but Master He had to refine it five hundred times?

How is this any different from the Soul Capturing Cliff collecting corpses?

Sigh...

Exploitation is everywhere.

While sighing, Xia Ming suddenly smelled the scent of cherry blossoms in the wind.

That scent... seemed to be coming from Muchuan!

Could it be that the effect of the Blood Pill is wearing off?

Helpless, Xia Ming walked to the riverside and boredly skipped stones.

He found that once he infused a little spiritual energy, the stones could fly very far.

Unconsciously, Xia Ming lost track of time.

Just as Xia Ming picked up a flat pebble, his chest mirror suddenly shook.

Xia Ming's face immediately became uneasy.

Can this... also work?!

(End of this chapter)