As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Jiang Ming naturally did not rush up to Huang Xiaoying to acknowledge her. He just felt a little amazed. In less than a year, she had changed completely.

Jiang Ming sighed softly and no longer thought about it. He bought some groceries from the stalls. He returned to his small courtyard, drew water from the well, and prepared his food.

He planned to stay in the city for a few more days. Great Cloud City had been around for almost a thousand years. The city had been destroyed and rebuilt, but the name had never changed. It was rumored that it was named by an immortal in ancient times.

Although it was impossible to tell whether it was true or false, it was interesting to hear the calligraphers tell stories of historical or legendary figures and watch the babbling performances on the stage.

There was no chance to see these in Peace Town.

Of course, the main reason was that Peace Town had not been very peaceful these days!

It was said that the supply camps of the Green Mountain Army were set up there to receive grain and weapons from the north. Now, they captured herb gatherers every day to pick herbs in the mountains to prepare for the upcoming battle.

"Who have we herb gatherers offended?"

Jiang Ming slurped the noodles he had cooked and could not help but curse.

Jiang Ming was so full that he was in a daze. He had a long nap in the afternoon and only got up in the evening.

He sliced up some watermelon to eat. At the same time, he flipped open the Flowing Cloud Technique that he had snatched from the Old Snake Gang and looked at it nonchalantly.

Night had fallen when he had finally finished reading.

He was still far away from the peak of the second class, and he just wanted to understand first-class martial artists first.

However, this book also gave Jiang Ming a lot of insight. Not only did it contain the cultivation method of the Flowing Cloud Technique, but it also contained some Martial Dao insights and descriptions of the Martial Dao path of the creator of this method.

"I didn't know that a first-class martial artist was so terrifying!" Jiang Ming's eyes flickered. "According to this book, a first-class martial artist can cover his body with blood Qi, and his combat power will increase several times. Even a martial artist at the peak of the second class can't block a casual attack from a first-class martial artist."

Jiang Ming suddenly thought of the Blood-Burning Saber Technique, which also wrapped the saber with blood Qi. It seemed to be similar to the fighting style of first-class martial artists.

"I wonder how much the power of the Blood-Burning Saber Technique will increase after I break through to the first-class realm."

Jiang Ming was looking forward to this. After all, actual combat was the only standard to test the truth. After yesterday's battle, he found that this technique was really useful.

"I have to practice more when I have time!"

Other people could only use these moves a few times in their lives, but Jiang Ming could use them whenever he pleased. Naturally, he had to study hard and master them.

Through this book, Jiang Ming finally understood that above first-class martial artists, there were two more classes, Dao Master and Grandmaster. These were the masters that Master Zhou had mentioned before. However, Master Zhou did not know much about them.

"It's said that the Green Mountain King is a Grandmaster," Jiang Ming muttered. No wonder he could rebel. He was powerful.

"However, is becoming a Grandmaster the end of the road?"

According to the Flowing Cloud Technique, the Grandmaster class was the highest attainment, and no one had been able to surpass it for thousands of years.

"It seems like I have to make plans early and find the path to immortality."

Jiang Ming sighed. The beast-taming prescription that he had obtained back then was obviously not something that could be created by martial artists, but the source of it was still unknown.

"If it really doesn't work, I'll travel around the world. I don't believe that I can't meet such a cultivator after living for a thousand years."

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In the evening, Jiang Ming continued to practice the Leather Tiger Bone Technique in the small courtyard, trying to understand the intent of the tiger.

Although this martial arts technique could only be cultivated to second-class, its concept was not ordinary. Advancing courageously and fearlessly was in line with the path of martial arts. Even if one did not cultivate this technique in the future, one could still benefit a lot from it. Maintaining an indomitable mentality was of great benefit to the cultivation of martial arts.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming felt a burst of annoyance. He opened his eyes and looked at a certain part of the courtyard wall.

A black-clothed figure suddenly climbed up the wall. Without making a sound, he flipped over and landed on the ground quietly.

After that, he saw Jiang Ming.

The man in black's expression changed. He turned around and tried to climb the wall to escape.

Jiang Ming snorted coldly and kicked a stone from his foot, directly hitting the back of his head, and he fell to the ground.

The man in black grunted and turned around. Jiang Ming was already standing in front of him.

"Sir, please spare my life!" The man in black knew that he had done something foolish and quickly begged for mercy.

"I'll be asking the questions!" Jiang Ming said expressionlessly.

"Alright, alright." The man in black nodded.

"What's your name? Why did you come to my house?"

The man in black quickly spilled the beans, "Sir, I'm Liu Zhongjiu. Recently, I heard that many houses had been sold. I guessed that the people who bought houses with courtyards should have a lot of wealth. Thus, I came to try my luck."

Jiang Ming's eyes were indifferent. He took out a bag of powder and poured it into Liu Zhongjiu's mouth, "This is a poisonous powder. Without the antidote, you will die within two hours. Now, tell me the truth."

"Sir, please spare me! Please spare me! I'm telling the truth!" The man in black was so scared that he cried.

After a long time, Jiang Ming stopped asking. He was telling the truth.

"After all, he didn't change his mind until he died!"

Jiang Ming glanced at the body with blood flowing out of its mouth. He packed up his bag without hesitation and left the residence.

Two days later, Jiang Ming, who had changed his appearance, bought a dilapidated little courtyard and went into hiding again.

However, he often recalled what happened that night.

Before Liu Zhongjiu climbed over the wall, Jiang Ming was immersed in his martial arts practice and did not notice the movement there at all. However, he looked over instinctively anyway.

That feeling was like the perception of unknown danger.

"It's definitely not a coincidence."

Jiang Ming sat in the yard and pondered, trying to figure out the reason for this new power.