There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 96: The Immortal's Mysterious Technique, A World Beyond the Sky.

The Xuan bird is dead.

Kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, unable to close her eyes.

Her right arm was severed completely, and a diagonal wound almost cut her in half.

Even half of her skull was shaved off.

Those who kill will be killed.

However.

He Nian Sheng didn't fare any better.

He had over thirty wounds, a gust of wind scraping his chest, and an icy feeling in his heart.

Even with pills stabilizing his pulse, his robes were soaked in layers of blood.

At this moment, He Nian Sheng's face contorted like a demon, his pulsating blood vessels covering his entire face.

As his bloodshot eyes opened and closed, his internal organs seemed to be like a bellows, making a whooshing sound.

A ferocious black horn even sprouted from the top of his head.

He pulled out the long sword embedded in his abdomen and turned coldly to look at Xia Ming not far away.

"Xia... Xia Ming, wait for me here, don't wander around..."

Seeing He Nian Sheng with his bloodshot eyes, Xia Ming nodded quickly.

After taking a deep look at Xia Ming, He Nian Sheng's figure flashed and headed towards the depths of the clouds and mist.

Watching He Nian Sheng's retreating figure, Xia Ming looked at the battlefield of rocks that had been almost turned into mud.

Xia Ming's gaze tightened, and his throat churned.

The life and death battle just now had truly opened Xia Ming's eyes.

In a daze, Xia Ming felt that what he saw was not two cultivators fighting for their lives.

But two terminators made of steel!

Exchanging injuries, exchanging lives, both sides had extraordinary confidence in their physical bodies. Unfortunately, in this life and death battle, only one person could survive, and that person was Qingdan He Nian Sheng.

Walking in the deep grooves of the slashed swords and chopped blades, Xia Ming tightly gripped the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

Damn it! Even if He Nian Sheng is like this, what can a poisoned blade do?

How can his physical body be so strong!

With determination in his heart, Xia Ming directly swallowed the second-generation Blood Pill hidden in his sleeve.

He needed intense collisions of thoughts to evoke inspiration that could reverse the situation!

Seeing Xia Ming swallowing the pill, Lao Jiu curiously asked.

"Ming'er, what are you eating?"

"Candy beans."

"Oh? Ming'er, do you have any left?"

"No."

"Oh..."

The two of them walked to the front of the Xuan bird and looked at the woman who couldn't close her eyes. Their hearts were filled with mixed emotions.

Without any warning, Xia Ming suddenly looked at Xia Lao Jiu, and in that split second, Xia Ming saw a trace of melancholy on Lao Jiu's face.

"Lao Jiu... Are you sad? Do you also think she died unjustly?"

"Ming'er, she wanted to kill us. Her death was deserved."

Hearing Lao Jiu's answer, Xia Ming looked at him deeply.

When Xia Ming's sharp eyes met Lao Jiu's, Zhao Jiu inexplicably felt a chill in his heart.

Damn it! What did this kid eat just now? Why are his eyes so sharp!

Why do I feel like he's become a different person!

"Lao Jiu, keep watch for me. I need to think about something."

Slowly closing his eyes, Xia Ming directly formed a formation of five thunder symbols in his lower dantian.

While forming the formation of five thunder symbols, fireworks also began to ignite in Xia Ming's mind.

Various thoughts collided with each other, and then disappeared completely.

...

On the forehead of the giant dragon, the group of cultivators had already killed to their heart's content.

They began actively chasing after the blood shadows, just to obtain the trace of blood energy within them.

The inheritance of the immortals!

What a noble existence!

As their bodies grew stronger, their desires also grew.

Their selfish hearts became increasingly solid.

Their greedy desires continued to grow, with some pursuing a powerful physique.

As a result, their bodies began to expand continuously, eventually becoming as majestic as statues in a temple.

Some even grew three heads and six arms, with jet-black scales and sharp claws.

Everything was developing as they had hoped.

This was the technique of the immortal's physical body.

How marvelous, how marvelous.

...

In fact, during this period of time, He Nian Sheng had been constantly taking Blood Pills.

With the powerful effects of the second-generation Blood Pill, He Niansheng continued to perfect his cultivation technique while building his own memory palace. His past memories were systematically organized by He Niansheng.

He Niansheng even re-read the notes of Soul Daoist and deduced a terrifying conjecture. Soul Daoist said that the things in the Bai Cang River might not come from the Da Guan Xianzhou, but from underground.

For example, the incomplete formation that suppressed spiritual energy.

The surging Bai Cang Tian River brought forth things buried deep in the earth. Perhaps there was another Xianzhou hidden underground in the Xi Zi Cangzhou!

The reason Soul Daoist made this conjecture was because of a stone tablet salvaged from the Bai Cang River. The tablet read:

[Immortals invite the true dragon to reside in Xianzhou, immortals admire the true dragon's body, true dragon admires the immortals' marvelous techniques.]

Soul Daoist only noted this matter down, but amidst the collision of thoughts between Zhao Jiu and the Blood Pill, an incredibly terrifying idea emerged in He Niansheng's mind.

Zhao Jiu did not come for the female exiled immortal.

His purpose in coming was for the nameless Xianzhou beneath the Xi Zi Cangzhou!

A Xianzhou that envied powerful bodies!

A Xianzhou that sealed spiritual energy!

Since He Niansheng had already guessed Zhao Jiu's purpose, he decided to go along with it.

The overall situation was irreversible. If Zhao Jiu sought immortality, why couldn't He Niansheng seek his own future?

...

He Niansheng's sudden appearance naturally caught the attention of others.

With white hair, black horns, blood-red eyes, and covered in wounds, he stood out even among the distorted crowd.

At the moment he saw He Niansheng, Jiang Chong trembled all over.

He Niansheng! You've finally appeared again!

Jiang Chong knew that now was the best time for revenge!

One against three, the advantage is mine!

At the same time, He Niansheng also saw the second cultivator of the Jiang family, as well as the iron-faced man in black armor standing behind him, emitting a familiar medicinal scent.

Narrowing his eyes, thoughts surged in He Niansheng's mind. Then he looked at the group of cultivators from the Jian River not far away.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Chong's face darkened, and he immediately rang a long, slender black bell.

Ding-ling-ling...

"Kill him for me!"

Hearing the command, the iron-faced man in black armor rushed straight towards He Niansheng. Despite his injuries, He Niansheng's gaze sharpened, and he headed directly towards the group of Jian River cultivators.

In the astonished gaze of Sect Master Xu Xuan, He Niansheng coldly said:

"Jian River Sect Master, take a good look at the person behind me. Doesn't he resemble your own father?"

Upon hearing He Niansheng's words, Xu Xuan's face turned green.

"He Niansheng! What nonsense are you spouting! My father is the founding ancestor of the Jian River Sect! Are you provoking the Jian River Sect? Capture this guy!"

As soon as Xu Xuan spoke, the group of Jian River cultivators surrounded He Niansheng.

Without wasting words with Xu Xuan, He Niansheng threw a punch, directly smashing the iron-faced man's mask.

A crisp sound of the mask shattering echoed, and the Jian River cultivators were stunned in place.

Underneath the mask was none other than the long-deceased Purple Thunder Daoist!

This is actually the technique of refining zombies!

When Xu Xuan saw Purple Thunder Daoist, he seemed to turn into a boiling kettle.

His face turned red, and smoke came out of his head.

"Ah!! Jiang Chong! I'm going to kill you!!! You damn old man! How dare you!!"

Hearing Xu Xuan's angry shout, Jiang Chong remained calm.

"Xu Xuan! I'm giving you a reunion with your father and son, you should thank me!"

"Fellow Great River cultivators! Today is the day for revenge and blood! Destroy the Bamboo Sword Sect! Establish the Great River tradition!"

With Jiang Chong's voice, the situation on the battlefield changed suddenly. Not far away, the former sect master Haiguo led a group of cultivators and slowly approached. In the Sword River camp, Hailong, Haiyan, and Huchangqing stood up slowly with their followers.

In this mirror world, it's not about cultivation, but about physical strength. Interestingly, most of the former Great River cultivators are quite young.

Seeing this scene, Xu Xuan's whole body trembled.

Traitor!

Father! They're all bullying me!

...

In this solemn and murderous moment, the blood shadows cleared, the giant dragon roared, and a majestic voice was heard in the air.

[Pass through the Ninth Layer Heaven, meet me in front of the palace.]

[Immortal's secret technique, from now on, beyond the heavens.]

Before the words fell, one after another blood-colored heavenly gates appeared successively.

The sea of clouds spread out, the nine gates connected to the heavens. Above the blood-colored heavenly gates, a figure suppressed the sky.

"Immortal's inheritance!"

I don't know who said it, but the cultivators directly stepped on the long steps of the sea of clouds and headed straight for the nine heavenly gates.

Compared to the immortal's inheritance, what is a mere sect?

Not to mention a sect, what about one's own father?

The cultivators of Sword River directly merged into the vast current that ascended to the heavens.

However, there were exceptions, such as He Niansheng and Huchangqing.

The two looked at each other, and Huchangqing shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Senior Brother He, I have dull talent. Even if the immortal's secret technique is given to me, I can't retain it."

"The Tao has no fixed form, it can be obtained from the heart."

Huchangqing bowed slightly to He Niansheng and asked again,

"Senior Brother He, aren't you going to compete for the opportunity?"

"I don't compete for opportunities, I only compete for the present."

Watching He Niansheng's receding figure, Huchangqing muttered in a daze,

"Only compete for the present?"

"Senior Brother... Are you going to die?"

(End of this chapter)