As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Jiang Ming walked all the way to the backyard, the blade in his hand dripping with blood. After killing a few martial artists who wanted to take revenge, no one tried to stop him anymore. He simply grabbed a few members of the Chen family and interrogated them to find out the place where Chen Dongfeng often stayed.

After searching several courtyards and central rooms, Jiang Ming finally came to a quiet room.

"Hm? There seems to be something here." Jiang Ming's heightened perception sensed something odd.

"There are clues behind the statue of Buddha. Why do all these old men like to pray to Buddha?"

Jiang Ming raised his brows. He was too lazy to look for the mechanism. He smashed the entire wall with a kick, instantly revealing a dark tunnel in the ground.

He stepped in and entered a secret room after a while.

Seeing the scene in the secret room, Jiang Ming's eyes narrowed.

In the secret chamber, there were weapons that shone with a cold light. Every one of them was extraordinary and would cause countless martial artists to go crazy for them if they were revealed to the public.

On the other side, there were a few shelves full of books. Jiang Ming casually flipped through a few. They were all about martial arts techniques. There were several first-class martial arts techniques here.

On a table at the end of the room, there was a messy pile of paper with many things scribbled on it. There were also two ancient books and some random writing supplies.

"The Blood Spirit Technique." Jiang Ming picked up one of the books and saw the name on the cover. He flashed a satisfied smile.

Chen Dongfeng must have stolen this cultivation technique from the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest.

"When Chen Dongfeng performed the Blood Spirit Technique, his body emitted the aura of mutated medicinal herbs, which was similar to the aura of Great Xia's copper coin. Could it be spiritual energy?"

Jiang Ming thought of the battle with Chen Dongfeng just now. Could the Blood Spirit Technique allow ordinary martial artists to cultivate spiritual energy?

"However, the price of this cultivation technique seems to be quite high. Chen Dongfeng's life was almost sucked dry after only using it for a while. This is simply too f*cking good. It's perfect for me!"

Jiang Ming was very happy and put it in his arms without hesitation.

Then he looked at the other ancient book, which was much thicker than the Blood Spirit Technique. It was opened and spread out in the middle of the table. Beside it was a mess of old paper, on which the notes seemed to be studying how to crack this ancient book.

There was also a piece of old paper that was only half used, and a brush dipped in ink was thrown on it, staining a large area black. The writer seemed to have had something to do and left in a hurry.

Jiang Ming sighed. The person who wrote the words obviously could not come back. Jiang Ming had killed him after all.

"No wonder I've heard that Philanthropist Chen is so discreet that he hardly shows his strength. He didn't even rush out when I came to his door. It turns out that he has been working underground every day to study these things."

Jiang Ming was suddenly interested in the book. He picked it up and roughly read a few pages. His face suddenly showed surprise.

The contents of the nameless book were scattered and messy. It seemed to be someone's personal journal, but there were also notes about spiritual energy, breaking through to the third level of Qi refining, and so on that would make confuse a regular person.

There were also scribbled records of the pill refining process, crooked drawings of talismans, and a simple map of some mountains and rivers with some marks and labels. However, Jiang Ming had never heard of or seen these mountains and rivers.

It was essentially a journal. But it obviously did not belong to an ordinary person!

"Was this also stolen from the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest? Or did Chen Dongfeng collect this from this world?"

Jiang Ming was too lazy to think about it. Anyway, it was his now, and he could study it slowly in the future.

He put the immortal cultivator's brush into his pocket and arranged all the papers on the table that Chen Dongfeng had written on into a thick stack. He put them into a wooden box, wrapped them in a bag, and carried them on his back.

"The harvest is quite bountiful." Jiang Ming nodded with satisfaction and walked to the weapon rack. He walked to a pitch-black executioner's blade.

The blade was wide and sharp, and the hilt was decorated with a ghost's head, which looked a little ferocious.

When Jiang Ming got closer, he found that the blade itself did not seem to be black, but was soaked in blood. Even the handle was soaked in blood.

Wisps of icy cold murderous Qi spread out from the blade, causing the surrounding temperature to drop.

"I'm afraid this blade has killed countless people. There might even be Grandmasters who died under this blade! What a good weapon, it's a perfect match for Zhang Shan!"

Jiang Ming took the blade and left the secret room.

The courtyard of the Chen manor was in chaos. Countless people had heard the news and were rushing in from outside the Chen manor. They were loudly discussing the situation.

"The warehouse collapsed. I can even see the rice piled up like a small mountain."

"How could that be? How could Philanthropist Chen lie to us?"

People found it hard to believe. However, they ran to the collapsed warehouse.