As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

After a few decades, the three leaders have managed to expand the Nameless.

Jiang Ming was also a little surprised. In the past, in addition to Miss Wang, who had changed her name to Wu Yan, the other two, Wu Hen and Wu Dao, were both beggars he took in from the street. He taught them martial arts, gave them resources, and helped Miss Wang run this organization with them.

It was said that the three leaders had become Dao Masters, and the Nameless were renowned in the country of Yan.

"For the past few decades, although they would occasionally send messages, I have never really used the power of the Nameless. It's time to use it."

After decades, Jiang Ming still had not forgotten his old grudges. There were still a few names in his little notebook book that needed to be crossed.

However, it was a hassle to take care of all by himself. Since the Nameless were already flourishing, he would use them.

"Also, a few months ago, I received a piece of news that seems interesting."

Jiang Ming walked into a restaurant and ordered several dishes and a bottle of wine. He ate alone in a leisurely manner.

All the customers were chatting and laughing. Most of them were talking about current affairs. The country of Yan had shrunk into the size of a prefecture and almost existed in name only. Although the Qingxuan Army had suffered a heavy blow from the Flying Cloud Castle, they still had the Liang family and the other two aristocratic families to hold the fort. The outcome of the war was still unknown.

"However, if that new Grandmaster, Zhang Shan, suddenly attacks the Qingxuan Army again, I'm afraid they will be unable to fight back."

When Zhang Shan's name was mentioned, the atmosphere at the table became heated.

There were only a few grandmasters in the world, and the birth of each one was an earth-shattering event.

Back then, several grandmasters had during the immortal encounter. The number of grandmasters in the continent could be counted on two hands, and in addition to the war, a newly promoted Grandmaster was enough to influence the general situation of the world.

Moreover, the birth of this Grandmaster was legendary. He killed ten Dao Masters in a row and stepped on piles of corpses to become a Grandmaster. His fierce reputation shocked the world.

In a short time, countless legends about Zhang Shan were spread.

Gradually, Grandmaster Zhang Shan was given a nickname—the Bloodthirsty Maniac!

"What the hell is this?" Jiang Ming listened to these people's various stories and was rendered speechless.

Suddenly, a table of people mentioned the Nameless.

"I heard that the Nameless's informants have even reached the imperial palace of the country of Yan. A few days ago, they stirred up a storm!"

"The newly ascended young emperor of the country of Yan could not bear the disturbance and thought that the ministers were incompetent to catch these people. He angrily said that if they were so great, they'd find out what he had for dinner. The next morning, a thick recipe book was sent directly to the town hall. It recorded every meal the emperor had in the past month."

Everyone laughed.

"What is the Nameless doing in the country of Yan to make the emperor so angry?" one of them asked casually.

"I heard that he stole the defense maps of the country of Yan and some confidential information."

Everyone was shocked, "What? The Nameless also wants to join the world's forces?"

Since the development of the Nameless, they were known for being a neutral part. As long as they were willing to pay the price, anyone could hire them.

"I don't think so. Maybe they're just buying and selling information. But I heard that the Qingxuan Army seems to have received more help from the Nameless in the past two years, but there are also objections within the Nameless."

The man shook his head and did not say anything else.

In the corner, Jiang Ming's eyes moved. "It seems that there are many people with different thoughts in this organization after decades of not being controlled."

He was not surprised. After all, it was just an organization established by a group of humans. Of course, people would become greedy over time.

"Do whatever you want, just don't affect my mission this time," Jiang Ming muttered, wiped his mouth, threw down the silver, and left.

* * *

At the Zhou family manor in Qinglin City, the former first-class martial artist force gradually declined after the family head was killed by the enemy.

However, the Zhou family head's wife had broken through to the first class and led the Zhou family to prosperity again. They were even better than before and became the top family in Qinglin City.

Late at night, in the Zhou manor's inner courtyard, in a secret room under a secluded pavilion, The Zhou family's madam, who was over fifty years old, sat in front of the table. Her back was graceful and straight—as if she still had the elegant demeanor of her youth.

At this moment, she was looking at pieces of paper in front of the candlelight. After reading each piece, she would burn it.

Suddenly, Madam Zhou raised her head and saw a black shadow on the wall in front of her. As the flames danced, the black shadow also rose up.

Her body tensed for a second and then relaxed again. She knew that the person who could sneak behind her without a sound was much stronger than her. Thus, there was no way she could resist.

"May I know why you came to visit the Zhou family at night?" Madam Zhou asked lightly.

"It's been thirty years since we last met, but your photographic memory is as sharp as ever, Miss Wang."

A slightly hoarse voice was heard.

"Master?"

The woman turned around in shock and looked at the figure in front of her with uncertainty. His face was exactly the same as it was thirty years ago.

Jiang Ming looked at the wrinkles on Miss Wang's face and sighed with emotion. Even if Miss Wang had become a Dao Master, she could not completely resist the passage of time.

Although Miss Wang's face was disguised, Jiang Ming could also sense the slightly declining blood Qi in her body.

He drew a line with his finger, and his blood Qi spread out, leaving a few familiar words on the ground.

Miss Wang stared at the words that she had not seen for decades. Her doubts were completely dispelled, and she immediately bowed in excitement.

"Master!"

For several decades, although Miss Wang had constantly sent various messages to him, she had only received a few replies, and she had never even seen his true face.

Sometimes, she even wondered if he had passed away and his descendants were passing on the replies.

However, after seeing him today, all her doubts were dispelled. Even if she was already a Dao Master, her master was still unfathomable.

"Can you tell me more about the mysterious corpse in the country of Jing?" Jiang Ming did not beat around the bush.

In the past few decades, Miss Wang had passed on everything she had heard from her intelligence network. However, Jiang Ming was exploring and did not care.

It was not until this year, when Jiang Ming had almost crossed off all the names on his list, that he really started to care about the information she had relayed to him. He had actually found a piece of information that seemed reliable.

Miss Wang nodded. "A few months ago, on a mountain behind a village in the country of Jing, someone found a mutilated corpse that seemed fresh. Its skin and flesh were split open—as if it had been cut by thousands of knives. However, its skin and flesh were extremely tough. Even first-class martial artists could not cut through it. I don't know how they died."

Jiang Ming's heart was moved. He thought of the ancient immortal cultivator who had exploded and died in the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest.

"Any other news?" he asked in a deep voice.

"A nearly 70-year-old villager claimed that the face of the corpse was very similar to a person he knew when he was young. But no one took it to heart. After that, several Dao Masters came in person and chopped the corpse into pieces at the behest of a few aristocratic families. Wu Hen's men have stolen a few drops of its blood."

As Miss Wang spoke, she went to the end of the secret room and opened another secret compartment. She took out a porcelain bottle from inside and handed it to Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming nodded and put it away. He did not look at it immediately, but continued, "There's one more thing I need you to do!"

Miss Wang's face was filled with joy. Her master had finally given her a mission.

"One of the forces controlling the Qingxuan Army… the Liang family…" Jiang Ming started slowly.