What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

Song Shi still didn't know that he was being prepared by Liu Ruxue as a furnace for cultivation. At this moment, he was considering various ways to die.

"It's not necessarily being killed by someone else. I can intentionally die as well. After all, dying is for the purpose of resurrection, not the original intention."

Song Shi pondered, "But it's too difficult to die on my own, and it wouldn't sound good if it got out."

Drowning, strangulation, falling to death... Drowning couldn't resist the body's instinct, strangulation required finding someone, as for falling to death.

With his physique several times stronger than an ordinary person, he estimated that he would have to go to a cliff to do it.

Even if he jumped off a cliff, he might not necessarily die. Who knows, he might even pick up some peerless martial arts.

Song Shi thought strangely in his heart.

In any case, it's a bit difficult to rely on myself to die!

Forget it.

In Song Shi's dilemma, the coachman whipped the horse all the way and had already left the south gate.

For the next stretch, there were dyeing workshops' wooden buildings along the way, many of which were owned by the Song family.

"Lao Chai, you don't need to drive anymore, go back on your own and give the reins to Da Congming."

Song Shi needed to keep his next actions secret, so he asked the coachman to leave. Song Shi looked at the darkening night outside and said, "This time, tell me clearly about the situation in the Innate Realm that you know."

"Yes, young master."

While Da Congming drove the carriage, he said, "In the Innate Realm, the main focus is on refining the body and refining essence into qi. Innate experts cultivate Innate True Qi, just like land immortals, and can easily live to be a hundred years old.

Let me start with the Innate Realm. It is divided based on the strength of the body or the amount of internal qi, corresponding to external martial arts experts and internal martial arts experts. If one cultivates both, naturally they will be more powerful. I am one of those who cultivate both.

The condition for entering the Innate Realm is to first cultivate internal qi or forge the strength of a bull, followed by three bulls to reach the next level. When one reaches the Innate Grand Perfection, they will have the strength of nine bulls and two tigers. If they step into the Innate, they will have the strength of an elephant."

"Wait, how much strength does the strength of one bull equate to in terms of an ordinary person?"

Song Shi interrupted and asked what he wanted to know.

"Based on the strength of an ordinary man, it is roughly equivalent to the strength of six people, which is about a thousand kilograms of force."

The answer given by Da Congming disappointed Song Shi. It turned out that his strength was only equivalent to that of a beginner in the Innate Realm.

"Are there cultivators in this world?"

Song Shi suddenly asked.

Da Congming fell silent, then sighed softly, "Regardless of whether young master believes it or not, I can only say that there are."

He looked into the distance and said, "They are a group of people favored by the heavens, born with the ability to resonate with the spiritual energy of the world!

As for us martial artists, we have to wait until we open the Heavenly Gate and step into the Innate Qi realm to achieve that. Even if we reach the Innate Realm, we are not as good as the most ordinary cultivator in absorbing the spiritual energy of the world.

The path of Martial Dao is truly difficult."

"It is indeed difficult, there is a qualitative difference between the two."

Song Shi nodded. Although that's what he said, he was still happy that he had spiritual roots. At least his starting point was higher than that of many martial artists who would never reach the end in their lifetime.

"My fate is in my own hands, even if I don't have immortal roots, I, Liu, will become an Innate expert sooner or later!"

Da Congming raised his head proudly and expressed his lofty ambition.

"Good, I have faith in you."

Song Shi smiled and said, which moved Da Congming.

He had said the same thing to others before, who were also martial artists, but they all sneered at him.

This young master is truly a kindred spirit!

Song Shi indeed admired this guard's target. This guy even abstained from women for the sake of cultivation, showing remarkable self-control, something he couldn't do.

Thinking that he himself now had the qualifications to cultivate immortality, he remained calm, "How does the strength of an Innate expert compare to a cultivator?"

"I'm not sure about that. I heard that those cultivators can use spells. If an ordinary Innate expert is hit by a spell, there is only one way to go, death. If they can't be hit, then it's hard to say."

Da Congming felt a bit dissatisfied and said, "If I were to encounter a cultivator one day, maybe I could kill him. Then I, Liu, would become famous in the martial arts world. Haha."

Song Shi was speechless. He really wanted to say that he had the chance to become a cultivator himself. Are you planning to harm me?

Forget it, there are no cultivation techniques available now. It's still early.

He estimated that he should first practice martial arts and make use of his talent.

"If you have time tomorrow, teach me some martial arts secretly," Song Shi said casually.

Da Congming was taken aback. "Young Master, do you really want to learn? Aren't you afraid of the family finding out and punishing you?"

"What's there to be afraid of? I want to learn to strengthen my body," Song Shi replied. He no longer cared about the opinions of the rest of the Song family.

"Alright, I'll secretly teach you some breathing techniques. As long as you practice in secret, most people won't notice. If you make progress, then we can consider other matters," Da Congming nodded. He was prepared to teach the young master some health-preserving techniques. After all, going to the brothel every day without taking care of his health, he was afraid that one day his essence would be depleted.

The two of them chatted casually, and soon several miles had passed. After a ditch, there was the wide Jinjiang River, which flowed from west to east. On the other side of the river, there were mulberry trees planted everywhere. The leaves had mostly fallen, leaving a bare and desolate sight. When the autumn wind blew, it looked like ghosts dancing from a distance.

Next to the city gate, there was a tributary that passed through the beautiful city. This was the Jinhuai River, and there were many embroidered boats on it, hanging red lanterns and playing melodious music. Faint sounds of laughter and joy could be heard.

Da Congming looked at the quiet Jinjiang River and worried that something might happen. He advised again, "Young Master, why don't you go play on the flower boats? It's cold by the river, and you might catch a cold."

Song Shi ignored Da Congming's advice and looked at the relatively bright surface of the river. He asked, "Where did the people from Jinyuan Temple die?"

Da Congming sighed, knowing that this person had a stubborn personality, and answered, "They died near the reed marsh."

"Leave me by the river, you go back. I want to be alone," Song Shi said.

Da Congming immediately cried, "Young Master, what should I do if something happens to you?"

"I won't die. I'm going to meet a friend who is a master," Song Shi waved his hand and got off the carriage when they reached the riverbank.

Perhaps there were continuous deaths in the river, and there were few people on the shore.

The autumn wind was bleak, the water surface was turbulent, and there was no sound of insects or birds.

The last ray of sunlight scattered on the horizon, and the world became completely dark. The remaining crescent moon became the only light in the sky, occasionally blocked by dark clouds.

After walking along the shore for a while, not a single figure could be seen.

"Da Congming, I told you not to follow me. If you don't listen, be careful I deduct your wages," Song Shi suddenly spoke.

There was silence behind him.

Da Congming crouched behind a clump of weeds, his eyes filled with a playful look. "Young Master, are you trying to trick me? Old Liu won't fall for it."

Swoosh!

A black object flew towards him. Da Congming indeed had some skill. By listening to the sound, he caught the object and upon closer inspection, he found that it was a large goose egg-sized stone!

He broke out in a cold sweat. Where did this stone come from?

Could it be...

He looked at Song Shi with a strange expression.

"If you continue to follow me, I won't be polite!" Song Shi left coldly, taking big strides.

Although his Yang energy was insufficient now, his spiritual power was still intact. He could sense Da Congming secretly following him.

Da Congming dumbfoundedly looked at the goose egg-sized stone in his hand, letting Song Shi go further away.

"How did the young master discover me? Old Liu is a top-notch expert. Could it be that I've been seeing too many women recently and my foundation has become unstable, causing my footwork to regress?"