As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

From the depths of the alley, a plain and honest-looking man in black slowly walked out.

Behind him seemed to be a faint smell of blood and the smell of burning flesh.

"I am now Yang Zong, a wood cultivator of the Small Mirror Hall!"

Soon, he arrived in front of a courtyard.

The courtyard was covered with a protective array, and the door was closed.

"There doesn't seem to be any late-stage Qi Refinement Realm cultivators. It seems that there won't be many guests at the gathering of the Three Talents Guild tonight. That's good."

Jiang Ming sensed his surroundings for a moment. However, there was nothing threatening around. He was completely at ease.

Looking at the protective array in front of him, Jiang Ming did not hesitate to take out a talisman to break through the array. After activating it, he stuck it on the protective spiritual array.

A small gap appeared. It was just wide enough for Jiang Ming to slip in.

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In a side room of the courtyard, three old men with wrinkly faces gathered together and discussed their gains from the trade fair.

"The medicinal pills from the Fire Lotus Valley are still the best sellers. I've earned hundreds of spirit stones in just a few days. It's a pity that I still have to hand over most of the profits to the Fire Lotus Valley."

"I think it's not a bad idea to sell information. We can continue to develop this avenue. I wonder if anyone has already started to reap the benefits of the list of wealthy weaklings we managed to sell earlier."

"Why don't we also follow that list? The combined net worth of those weaklings might be higher than what we've earned for the past few years."

"Yeah, if the three of us don't give it our all, we'll be left in the dust!"

The three of them had been training their entire lives. However, they had never been able to break through the bottleneck of the late stage of the Qi Refinement Realm. They knew that unless they had massive amounts of money for resources, they would be stuck here forever.

On the main seat, a slightly younger man with a square face shook his head and said, "We only sell information. Don't get involved. Otherwise, it'll be the end of us."

As soon as the man spoke, the other two old men immediately shut their mouths.

Although the Three Talents Guild was known to have three leaders, the two of them knew that there was only one true leader, and that was Master Lu. His methods were vicious, and he had killed more than one level six Qi Refinement Realm cultivator.

Seeing that the two of them were still unconvinced, Master Lu's eyes darkened. "I already feel that something is wrong. Two days ago, a group of people came here to buy information. Yesterday, they bought some talismans and pills. However, today, they suddenly disappeared, and I didn't see them in the market again."

The hearts of the other two jumped. One of them quickly said, "Are they still in hiding? After all, I haven't heard of any bloodshed in the past two days!"

Master Lu sighed. "That's what I'm most afraid of. If those people met a ruthless person, they would not even have had the chance to escape. It would be terrible if we were to be implicated because of this."

"I don't think so!" An old man's face trembled. "How could someone get away with murdering all of them?"

"I hope I'm just overthinking. Maybe those people are still waiting for an opportunity to strike. However, after we sell this batch of goods, we should leave as soon as possible," Master Lu said slowly.

Suddenly, Master Lu's expression changed. He raised his hand and was about to take something out.

However, a dark green flying sword had already pierced through the walls like a bolt of lightning. Then, it pierced through Master Lu's head.

The other two old men were instantly splattered with blood. After being stunned for a moment, they jumped up from their original spots in horror. The spiritual energy in their bodies erupted without any reservation and they rushed out of the room.

At this moment, the two of them were terrified.

They had witnessed Master Lu's strength.

However, at this moment, Master Lu was killed ruthlessly before he could even see the enemy's face. This person was definitely an expert at the late stage of the Qi Refinement Realm!

There was another explosion, and another person's chest was stabbed with the flying sword.

The last person was so frightened that he tripped over the threshold and fell into the yard.

Jiang Ming walked out of the darkness and looked at the last leader calmly. "Did you say I was a ruthless person?"

On the ground, the old man was stunned, and then he looked at Jiang Ming in shock. "You! You were on that list! Spare—"

He was killed in an instant.

Jiang Ming shook his head. The bloody battle that he had expected did not happen. Everything was so easy.

The commotion here had also alerted the other cultivators of the guild who were in the area.

One after another, figures rushed out of the other houses, all of them taking out various magic tools and talismans, ready to fight the intruder.

However, when they saw the tragic sight of their dead leaders, their expressions changed. They lost all will to resist and turned to run.

Jiang Ming's eyes were indifferent, and he flicked his fingers. The flying sword shot out. With every move, it killed a cultivator.

In just a moment, the courtyard was filled with corpses.

"Very good, all the danger has been eliminated!"

Jiang Ming looked around and did not bother searching the bodies. He only took the storage rings from the three leaders before he left.

Many people had heard the commotion in the courtyard. When they saw someone walking out, they immediately looked at the courtyard and saw the corpses littering the ground.

Jiang Ming did not care about them. He jumped up and disappeared into the night.

"Isn't that someone from the Small Mirror Hall?"

"I think he's called Yang Zong? He's a wood cultivator!"

"Why is the Small Mirror Hall attacking the Three Talents Guild? What's going on?"

Some eyes shifted to the courtyard of the Small Mirror Hall.

However, in the courtyard, the faces of a few figures all revealed ugly expressions. What the hell was going on?

"What is Yang Zong doing?" An old man at the sixth level of the Qi Refinement Realm was shocked and angry.

"It can't be him," one of them said with a pale face.

"What? What's going on?" The old man immediately turned around and stared at him.

"Yang Zong and I just… We saw a man... I didn't expect him to capture Yang Zong!" the man said in a trembling voice.

"What?"

The old man's expression changed greatly. He could not be angry anymore and shouted, "Hurry up and leave Xiaoqian Mountain."

In the distance, a stream of light shot down from the sky and landed on the yellow stone peak.

Xiaoqian Mountain's law enforcement team had arrived a little late, and the murderer had long run away. However, there were some people left.

"Everyone from the yellow stone peak must gather here. Those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

Everyone in the Small Mirror Hall turned pale.

Regardless of whether the murderer was Yang Zong or not, as long as he had Yang Zong's face and was not caught in the end, the Small Mirror Hall would be the scapegoat.