As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

He wanted to use a spell to help the little girl strengthen her body. However, Liang Ping declined.

Liang Ping sat on the wooden bench with a sad look in his eyes, and said slowly, "This is a disease that us natives can't escape from. Us natives can't cultivate the path of immortal cultivation and can only practice martial arts. However, it's not that we're not talented, it's just that there's some kind of demonic power in our blood that prohibits our bodies from cultivating the path of immortal cultivation. Moreover, those with better immortal cultivation aptitudes will suffer more serious erosion from that power. Even if they don't cultivate, they will suffer unimaginable pain. Huanhuan is like this. When she was young, a Foundation Establishment Realm expert in the city once said that Huanhuan's immortal cultivation aptitude is one of the best even in the major sects. Unfortunately, once she comes into contact with spiritual energy, her body will weaken as if she's poisoned. Even on normal days, she will often suffer severe pain that goes deep into her blood and bones."

Jiang Ming was shocked. He did not know there was such an illness in this world!

He had seen the areas with restrictions on spiritual energy before. However, he had never expected to see such restrictions again today. Was there some connection?

No wonder Liang Ping did not let him use spells to strengthen the little girl's body. Ordinary healing spells could be fatal poison for this little girl!

Jiang Ming sighed softly. This was deeply depressing for the little girl. She clearly had an excellent aptitude for immortal cultivation. However, she could never cultivate that path, and she had to bear this terrible pain.

Moreover, according to Liang Ping's description, the natives would never be able to live past the age of sixty. Furthermore, the better one's aptitude for immortal cultivation, the shorter one's lifespan.

Based on past experience, the little girl named Liang Huanhuan might not live past ten years old.

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In the evening, Jiang Ming took his leave and left some pills for Liang Huanhuan to recuperate. They were all for his martial arts practice and were used for his physical body. They did not contain any spiritual energy.

Liang Huanhuan was very polite. After she woke up, she thanked Jiang Ming and even gave him a handful of her snacks.

When he returned to his residence, Jiang Ming could not help but fall into deep thought while eating the snacks.

"What exactly did that blessed land of immortal cultivation do ten thousand years ago? What did they do that led to the destruction of the entire sect? Are the residents of Xuanguang City related to that blessed land of cultivation? How can Liang Huanhuan have a body that restricts spiritual energy? Is the martial arts genius, Lu Xiaoyu, from Clearwater City, also related to this blessed land of immortal cultivation? Chasing Moon Lake is also suspected to be related to the blessed land of immortal cultivation."

Jiang Ming always had a feeling that many strange things here might be related to what had happened in the Black Rock Ruins. However, now that everything was buried in history, even if he explored the Black Rock Ruins, he did not know how much he could find.

For the past few days, he had been wandering around the city. He bought some ancient books that seemed to be largely abandoned. He learned a few things from them.

It seemed that these natives had a terrifying ancient origin. One of the books even speculated that they might have existed even longer than the blessed land of immortal cultivation.

It seemed that someone wanted to take action to solve this problem. A few hundred years ago, a native with a heaven-defying aptitude appeared in Xuanguang City, which attracted the attention of all the major sects.

An immortal cultivation grotto-heaven accepted that person as a disciple and used all kinds of expensive techniques and countless rare treasures to extend the life of the young genius so that he could walk on the path of immortal cultivation.

It was a pity that everything had failed. No one could cure this terminal illness. The genius died a tragic death, and the once powerful grotto-heaven also declined and never recovered.

From then on, the natives of Xuanguang City were given a strange aura and were considered ominous. Hence, they were not to be trifled with.

"Perhaps I can find some relevant information in the Black Rock Ruins," Jiang Ming muttered to himself.

The next day, Jiang Ming quietly left Xuanguang City and headed toward the area that Liang Ping had described.

In the depths of the mountain range, fierce beasts often appeared. It was extremely dangerous.

However, the scenery here was lush and refreshing. It was like a primitive paradise. Except for the occasional adventurer, there was almost no sign of human habitation.

Jiang Ming walked into a forest and stepped on some old bricks and tiles with some ancient patterns. He was gradually approaching his destination.

It was a ruin buried in the forest. Vines covered the broken walls. Tall, crumbling statues were lying randomly in the river valley. It was a primitive and mysterious scene.

Jiang Ming saw some people who were looking for treasures here. Almost all of them were martial artists, and there were no immortal cultivators.

"They should be the natives of Xuanguang City." Jiang Ming sighed. Other than the natives, other immortal cultivators would probably sneer at the thought of exploring this place.

"Friend, are you new? I've never seen you before." A burly man with a full beard came to Jiang Ming's side and greeted him.

"Yes! I'm here to try my luck." Jiang Ming smiled and walked to the side.

He was blending in by pretending to be a second-class martial artist.

In the dark, Jiang Ming urgently called out, "Friend, hurry up and get to work. See if there are any array flags or other treasures left behind."