As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

In the snowy plains, a flying ship lay suspended in the air.

"Damn it! These b*stards from the grotto-heavens and blessed lands are like roaches! They're impossible to kill."

On the deck at the rear of the ship, the prisoners, who were enveloped by the large net, had ashen faces and were somewhat desperate.

They thought that they had encountered a ruthless person who would be able to kill all these damned scumbags and save them. They did not expect to attract a group of terrifying veteran Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators. It seemed that the mysterious individual cultivator with extraordinary strength was about to be surrounded and killed.

As for them, they would probably be sent into various dangerous areas later to be used as cannon fodder.

At the front of the ship, the few disciples who had survived the first battle were leisurely brewing tea and chatting, quietly waiting for the return of their sect elders.

"Zhang Shan is being chased by more than ten elders. Even if he dies, he should be honored."

"However, those elders haven't returned for so long. Could something have happened?" a young Qi Refinement Realm genius said worriedly.

"Hahaha, you're not at the Foundation Establishment Realm. You have no idea how terrifying the strength of the elders, who have been at the Foundation Establishment realm for more than a hundred years, is. Their spirit base is extremely solid, and their understanding of immortal cultivation is extremely deep. It's not something that young Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators like us can compare to."

A handsome young man from the Cangming Grotto-heaven laughed confidently. "No matter how strong he is, no one will be able to survive the hunt of over ten elders."

Another person also laughed. "Rest assured. We will wait for the elders to return triumphantly with Zhang Shan's head. We will return to the camp together."

However, before he could finish speaking, a sharp aura swiftly rushed over from afar.

A figure suddenly descended upon the ship like a bolt of lightning. He looked down at these young disciples, who were still alive, and revealed a gentle smile.

"Fellow cultivators, you haven't left yet. You seem really enthusiastic to welcome me here!"

The air suddenly became still. The disciples from the various grotto-heavens and blessed lands looked at the familiar figure in a daze, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"How… How could you…" The young genius of Cangming Grotto-Heaven, who was full of confidence just now, was pale. He asked with a trembling voice, "Where are those elders? You, how did you escape their pursuit?"

"Escape? Who said I had to escape their pursuit?" Jiang Ming smiled faintly. "If I killed them all, no one would discover me."

"Impossible, you're lying!" The young genius immediately shook his head and stared at Jiang Ming with bloodshot eyes. "You must have used some secret technique to escape the senses of those elders. When they realize that something is wrong, they will definitely come back."

"When the return… When they return…" the genius muttered, his eyes becoming frenzied. He was somewhat incoherent.

The others were silent, and their eyes were filled with despair. Everyone knew that no matter if those elders were dead or alive, even if they rushed back now, their fate was set in stone.

All of them would die in Zhang Shan's hands.

On the deck, hot tea was still bubbling in a kettle. Tea leaves with dense spiritual energy floated in the middle, filling the air with traces of warmth. However, at this moment, the disciples only felt their bodies turn cold.

At this moment, they were extremely regretful. Why did they not immediately run back to the camp after surviving the disaster just now? Instead, they waited here for some triumphant return.

The cold wind was biting, and Jiang Ming's figure slowly descended.

The outcome was not unexpected. Blood splattered everywhere. The disciples were all killed without mercy.

"You sure are leisurely." Jiang Ming glanced at the tea on the fire, poured himself a cup, and drank it all.

Then, he went to the back of the deck and cut open the large net, releasing the prisoners.

"Fellow cultivators, this place is dangerous. Please leave as soon as possible!" Jiang Ming smiled faintly.

"Sir! Please tell us your name. We will never forget your kindness!" An old cultivator mustered up his courage and walked forward with tears in his eyes.

The others also agreed. They looked at Jiang Ming with red eyes and excitement. They were immensely grateful to him for saving their lives. However, they were also excited to get to know such a powerhouse.

He had single-handedly killed dozens of genius disciples from the grotto-heavens and blessed lands. He had also used some unknown technique to kill a group of veteran Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.

This was not a simple battle. He had offended several major forces. He had practically provoked them!

Although the world of immortal cultivation was cruel and chaotic, it had been many years since such a terrifying incident had happened. Who would dare imagine that one day, the disciples of those high and mighty grotto-heavens would be mercilessly slaughtered like livestock? This was simply unbelievable.

Jiang Ming looked at these people, and his eyes flickered. Then, he laughed and said, "I, Zhang Shan, have never seen such hypocritical and cruel people. This was nothing. You don't have to take it to heart."