As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills



On the top of the mountain, which was filled with spiritual energy, Jiang Ming walked forward. 

Standing there, he could finally see the source of the multicolored light. It was actually from a smooth stone platform that was surrounded by black rocks in the depths of the peak. 

The stone platform was like a mirror and reflected the sunlight. Spiritual light circled the stone platform. 

"This is the Saint Cultivation Platform, right?" 

However, the stone platform did not seem to be an entity of its own. Instead, it was joined to the mountain. It was as if a part of the mountain had been carved to make it. 

The pouring multicolored light was frenzied. It was as if it had been released from a long captivity. 

"I wonder who built this? They must have been powerful!" Jiang Ming exclaimed in his heart. This towering mountain contained amazing cultivation runes. It was said that it had a terrifying origin and was one of the most important places in the blessed land of immortal cultivation back then. 

Someone who could carve such a platform would be terrifyingly strong. 

He could not help but think of the figure he saw while ascending the stairs. Could it be him? 

"Where did that youth go in the end? Did he become a Saint?" 

Many questions arose in Jiang Ming's mind. He then took a deep breath, ignored them, and walked forward. 

The closer he got to the Saint Cultivation Platform, the more people he saw. They were all experts in the Foundation Establishment Realm. 

Jiang Ming looked around and saw many geniuses and veteran experts from various large sects. They were obviously here to compete for the benefits here. 

"Moreover, these geniuses are not ordinary..." 

Jiang Ming could sense that the spiritual energy in the bodies of those seemingly young Foundation Establishment Realm geniuses was extremely dense, as if they had been tempered for decades or centuries. 

"This place only opens once every sixty years. I'm afraid that many sects have chosen their top disciples to come here." 

"Fellow cultivator, where are you from?" 

"I'm from the Flowerfruit Mountain! My name is Zhang Shan!" 

"What kind of place is the Flowerfruit Mountain? I have never heard of it." 

Many cultivators were still preparing to rope him into their teams. However, when they heard this, they lost interest and retreated. 

Jiang Ming did not care. Most of them were individual cultivators who came here to scavenge. 

"Eh? You brat, you're here." Suddenly, Jiang Ming's gaze moved. 

Jiang Ming finally saw Wu Hen's figure among the crowd of individual cultivators. He was gathered together with a young man and a young woman in an inconspicuous manner. They hid in the depths of the crowd of individual cultivators and were extremely low-key. 

However, Jiang Ming was Wu Hen's teacher. He could recognize him at a glance. 

Seeing that Wu Hen was fine, Jiang Ming finally heaved a sigh of relief. The benefits of this trip were secondary. Making sure that Wu Hen was safe was the most important thing. 

However, Jiang Ming did not go forward to greet them. This place was not a good place to catch up. 

"Mister?" 

Suddenly, a familiar cry of surprise rang out not far away. 

Jiang Ming turned his head and saw a little girl running over happily. It was Zhu An'an, who had been traveling with him earlier. 

"Zhang Shan, congratulations. It seems like you've been enlightened." Yang Changshan walked over with a smile. 

Jiang Ming laughed and then looked at Zhu Anan with a strange expression. "The aura of this little disciple of yours seems to have become much livelier. Have you also experienced the baptism of the sacred light?" 

Yang Changshan shook his head and chuckled. "Not really. Her illness is special. Therefore, it's not suitable for her to be baptized by the multicolored light." 

Jiang Ming's eyes darted slightly. He knew that the old man was joking. Therefore, he did not ask any more questions. 

"The Ghost Spirit Sect has quite a few people here!" Jiang Ming suddenly said with a faint smile. 

"Hmm?" Yang Changshan was taken aback. He quickly turned his head and saw a figure leaving the Ghost Spirit Sect's group. His eyes were cold as he walked over. 

It was a woman in her twenties. Her face was soft and delicate, and she wore a dark purple dress that accentuated her tall and graceful figure. She had an extraordinary temperament. 

What was even more strange was that wherever the woman passed by, there would be a strange shadow of a tree blocking the sun for her. One could even vaguely hear the rustling sound of leaves being blown by the wind. However, there were no trees around her at all. 

"She's one of the most powerful Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators here!" Jiang Ming secretly commented in his heart. 

"Miss Huai!" Zhu An'an hurriedly bowed when she saw the person. 

"Huai Mei, take good care of your juniors. There is no need to bother with us." Yang Changshan shifted slightly and smiled. 

"Elder Yang, Zhu An'an is extremely important to the Ghost Spirit Sect. You didn't report this to the Sect Master and brought her out of the sect without any news for several years. I can't let you leave quietly again!" 

The woman named Huai Mei had a gentle voice. However, there was a hint of danger in her tone. 

"Don't worry, this is the last time I'll bring An'an out," Yang Changshan said with a smile. 

However, Jiang Ming's heart twinged. His heighten perception made him feel that there seemed to be another meaning in the old man's words. 

However, before he could think further, Huai Mei looked at him and said with a smile, "I wonder which sect this cultivator is from? I know all the geniuses from the three grotto-heavens and six blessed lands. Why have I never seen you among the geniuses from the various sects in the Feather Kingdom?" 

"I'm Zhang Shan, from the Flowerfruit Mountain. It's a small faction outside the Feather Kingdom. There are not many cultivators in my sect. I'm used to cultivating in seclusion and rarely show my face outside. It's not strange that you haven't seen it before!" Jiang Ming smiled faintly. 

Huai Mei's gaze shifted, and there seemed to be the shadow of an ancient tree swaying in her eyes. She stared at Jiang Ming. "If you're a genius who has never appeared outside, rumors about you should have been long spread. Why have I never heard of the Flowerfruit Mountain?" 

She was the most outstanding genius of the Ghost Spirit Sect's current generation, and she had a sharp mind. Naturally, she would not easily believe Jiang Ming's nonsense. 

Zhu An'an was extremely important to the Ghost Spirit Sect. Huai Mei suspected that this mysterious cultivator who approached her had other motives. She directly used her natal ghost spirit to spy on Jiang Ming's true power. 

Jiang Ming chuckled and looked straight at Huai Mei. He said with an insincere smile, "Genius? Is it that interesting to be a genius? I don't think so. To me, the geniuses here are all like weeds. They're just annoying to deal with." 

With his divine will that far surpassed the Foundation Establishment Realm, how could a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator see through him? Jiang Ming had comprehended the sword intent of the Saint Realm. He was incredibly powerful now.