There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 82: Unable to Become a Demon, How to Become an Immortal!

Panic, fear, shock!

Mixed with a hint of confusion.

He Niansheng had cultivated his heart for a hundred years, but it was directly broken through by this drop of Blood Pill.

"Xia Ming! You bastard!!!"

"This is not a Blood Pill! It's clearly a Mad Pill!"

"First it affects one's emotions, then it drives one's soul mad!"

"A mad soul! Falling into the Demon Dao! Myriad Tribulations will never return!"

"You bastard, you've misled me!"

In a fit of anger, He Niansheng slapped the Green Wugui Rusty Furnace.

Boom—

Inside the pill cave, the copper furnace rumbled.

The deafening sound in his ears also diverted He Niansheng's attention.

With a sidelong glance, his blood-stained eyes instantly looked towards the bottom of the furnace, where there was still some residual pill liquid.

"Trace back and stabilize! Rectify the universe!"

Muttering these eight words, He Niansheng waved his hand and directly gathered the pill liquid into a ball, swallowing it in one gulp.

Strangely enough, as the pill liquid entered his throat, his intense fluctuating emotions were immediately suppressed.

After regaining some sanity, He Niansheng once again looked at the Soul Daoist's notes.

Although the opened page was filled with flowing ink, a relatively stable pattern could still be discerned.

Could it be...?

With a thought, He Niansheng directly opened all the notes.

Each page was filled with flowing ink, making it impossible to discern.

But they seemed to follow certain rules.

Bit by bit, He Niansheng finally reassembled them.

Slowly standing up, a brilliant light emerged from the depths of He Niansheng's eyes.

"Ah—"

Even someone as experienced as He Niansheng couldn't help but be overwhelmed at this moment.

It was only today that He Niansheng discovered the true secret of these Soul Daoist's notes.

"Hahaha! Excellent! Excellent, Soul Daoist!"

"You truly are a madman! You've tampered with the Soul Daoist's notes!"

"Only a mad soul can glimpse the true inheritance?"

"Very well! Fortunately, I am also a madman!"

"Unable to become a demon, how can one become an immortal!"

...

But on the ground, various pieces of leather were pieced together.

What appeared before He Niansheng was a thin old man.

Deeply sunken eyes, high cheekbones, bald head, sunken cheeks, teeth exposed, on the verge of death!

Between the flowing ink, this old man seemed to come alive.

A glance, a smile, vividly lifelike.

At the moment He Niansheng saw this old man, he already had an answer in his heart.

The person before him was undoubtedly the Soul Daoist who had discovered the method of seizing souls!

However, the surprises left by the Soul Daoist for He Niansheng were far from over.

Under He Niansheng's gaze, the Soul Daoist opened and closed his mouth, as if saying something.

For cultivators, it was not difficult to understand lip reading.

But considering the toothless mouth of the Soul Daoist, He Niansheng patiently watched it three or four times.

What the Soul Daoist said was:

[To the destined one who obtains my affinity method, remember it well.]

[The path to immortality is filled with ghosts, and the soul undergoes changes. Only by cultivating the soul can one become a True Immortal.]

[As my successor, remember this well. I will pass on to you the true method of seizing souls...]

Staring at the old face of the Soul Daoist.

He Niansheng looked for a long time, a very long time.

Could the Soul Daoist deceive him once, would he deceive him a second time?

Just as He Niansheng was contemplating, he sensed that something was amiss.

Thoughts surged in his mind, like a great river rushing, unstoppable.

Colliding inspiration, like fireworks blooming.

His mind became clear, as if cold spring water was pouring in.

This feeling is comparable to enlightenment!

Thoughts flowed through, one after another, the clear or obscure meridians appeared in He Niansheng's mind.

Amidst the shining light, He Niansheng grasped that rare moment of inspiration.

After a moment, He Niansheng slowly opened his eyes.

"Blood Pill... indescribably wonderful!"

"Xia Ming! It is truly my guiding Qilin!"

"Broken Infant Pill? Nonsense!"

"I want to become an immortal!"

...

However, what slightly disappointed He Niansheng was that the effects of the second-generation Blood Pill did not last long.

Even less than an hour, the duration of the effects was short, which was not necessarily a bad thing, after all, the Blood Pill had side effects.

After some thought, He Niansheng took out a jade slip and began to record.

[Main ingredients of the second-generation Blood Pill: "Qilin Blood" and "Immortal Island Elixir".]

[Within an hour, the soul produces a frenzy of Ascension, emotions easily lose control, and it is extremely prone to demonic possession.]

[However, after taking the Blood Pill, thoughts flow through and there is a rare sense of enlightenment!]

[There may be hidden dangers, awaiting further research.]

...

After recording the Blood Pill.

He Niansheng also recorded every word that the Soul Daoist had said just now in the jade slip.

The jade slip was placed in a crucial acupoint, and if He Niansheng died, they would no longer exist.

After organizing the Soul Daoist's notes, He Niansheng began to refine the elixir again.

Practice makes perfect.

Soon, he had refined that transparent elixir again.

He Niansheng filled a jade bottle with the elixir and headed straight for the Dragon Head Origin.

In that black tower, he saw the Immortal Island's Zhao Jiu, dressed in a blood robe.

Taking the jade bottle handed over by He Niansheng, Zhao Jiu carefully examined the transparent elixir inside.

After a moment, Zhao Jiu looked at He Niansheng again.

"Very good! He Niansheng, your talent in alchemy is indeed extraordinary. If you can have one or two more opportunities for enlightenment, perhaps you can truly reach the realm of a Great Grandmaster Alchemist."

Hearing Zhao Jiu's words, He Niansheng respectfully bowed.

"A Great Grandmaster is like a crane in the sky, while a small cultivator is just a swallow among the weeds."

"Hahaha, He Niansheng, you are more interesting than them. You should be thinking of exchanging for Broken Infant Pills, or even Longevity Pills, right?"

How could Zhao Jiu not see through He Niansheng's true intentions.

His Immortal Foundation was damaged, and his lifespan was limited.

However, what surprised Zhao Jiu was that he had guessed wrong this time.

Respectfully bowing, He Niansheng humbly said:

"Immortals are immortal, eternal prosperity for ten thousand generations. This humble cultivator feels that his time is limited and dare not waste your Spirit Pills."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiu slowly stood up.

"Oh? Then what do you want?"

"A few years ago, this humble cultivator had a son who admired the Immortal Dao but lacked a Spirit Root. This humble cultivator dares to ask for a method of transplanting a Spirit Root from you."

As soon as He Niansheng said this, the eyes beneath Zhao Jiu's golden mask suddenly became extremely profound.

"You want to leave your Spirit Root for him?"

"A small cultivator's time is limited, I hope the Crown Prince can fulfill this request."

After deeply looking at He Niansheng, Zhao Jiu directly threw a slender jade slip to him.

"Inside is the flawless method of transplanting a Spirit Root. It's nothing special, I can give it to you directly. Also... I will keep that Longevity Pill for you, don't slack off in refining the elixir."

He Niansheng respectfully bowed again, as if he wanted to ask something.

Zhao Jiu waved his hand lightly, with a casual expression:

"If you have any questions, just ask. This Crown Prince is not a man-eating beast."

"Dare I ask, does the elixir I refine have a name?"

Looking at He Niansheng in front of him, Zhao Jiu, beneath the golden mask, slowly revealed a hint of a smile.

Alchemists, ah, they have a fatal weakness.

They have an extraordinary curiosity about elixirs.

If He Niansheng wasn't curious, then Zhao Jiu would truly be suspicious.

In the respectful gaze of He Niansheng, Zhao Jiu leisurely said:

"It's fine to tell you. This elixir is called... Surging Light."

(End of this chapter)