As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Jiang Ming drank a bowl of medicinal soup, stood still in the courtyard, and practiced his fist technique. His mood gradually became clear, and he immersed himself in his training.

The wind blew, and the leaves rustled.

Jiang Ming suddenly felt something. He moved his body and stood under a peach tree in the corner of the courtyard.

Almost at the same time, a malnourished green peach fell and was caught by Jiang Ming.

It was as if Jiang Ming had already expected it before the peach fell!

"It's here again. That sharp perception that's beyond my knowledge."

Jiang Ming stared at the peach in his hand, his mood fluctuating.

For the past few days, he had been practicing his fist techniques every day, trying to find the feeling of that day. After countless attempts, he finally entered the state of heightened perception again today.

"I think I've found the reason for the super sense!"

Jiang Ming looked at the bottom of the wall, where the dregs were piled up like a small mountain. They were all the medicinal herbs for making the Spirit-Clearing Soup.

After the appearance of his heightened perception that day, Jiang Ming began to think about the techniques he had practiced and the various secret medicines he had used. Finally, he locked his eyes on the Spirit-Clearing Soup.

"When I first drank the Spirit-Clearing Soup, it only calmed my mind. However, after I drank more and more, things changed. Every time I drink it now, I can immerse myself in focus, and the speed of my comprehension has increased a lot."

The two times he triggered the heightened perception were after he had just drunk the Spirit-Clearing Soup. This made Jiang Ming certain that the secret medicine from Guan Feng definitely had an extraordinary origin.

"Could it be the same as the beast-taming prescription? Does it not belong to this mortal world?"

He drank three bowls of Spirit-Clearing Soup every day for more than a year. Other martial artists could only drink it once a month. It was likely that no one could trigger this new state.

"Looks like I'll have to increase my intake in the future!"

Jiang Ming's eyes moved slightly. The two times he triggered his heightened perception were both short moments, but it made him feel the power of this ability. At that moment, his comprehension of the intent of the tiger seemed to increase exponentially, and he had a feeling of completely understanding it.

Although this feeling was fake, Jiang Ming also benefited a lot. He felt that his understanding of the intent of the tiger had improved a lot.

"Let's drink ten bowls a day!"

Jiang Ming made a decision. He had stolen Guo Laohu's assets. Now that he had a lot of money, it was not a problem for him to drink a lot of this.

Moreover, the Spirit-Clearing Soup might really have something to do with the world of immortal cultivation. Jiang Ming naturally could not let go of this clue.

* * *

The weather was getting warmer, and another month passed.

Jiang Ming insisted on drinking ten bowls of Spirit-Clearing Soup every day which triggered his heightened perception three times. His comprehension of the intent of the tiger had improved by leaps and bounds, and his control of blood Qi had become more and more exquisite. His skin had been completely tempered.

The swords of ordinary third-class martial artists could hardly break through Jiang Ming's physical defense now.

"Even that genius from the Shi family can't match my speed," Jiang Ming muttered to himself. This heightened was truly like a cheat code. It was definitely not something that should exist in this world.

* * *

Summer was coming to an end.

Lord Cangshan, who was revealed to be the Green Mountain King, personally arrived at Great Cloud City and led the army across the river to the seven mansions in the south, leaving only a small number of troops in the city.

"Is the dynasty really going to change?"

"I think Lord Cangshan will do well. He has tidied up Great Cloud City in the past two months. I think he is much better than those old crones in the past."

Under a tree outside the courtyard, a group of old men with white beards sat together. They fanned themselves with large fans while discussing the current situation.

"Hey, this move of yours is too much!" an old man suddenly shouted.

In front of him, an ordinary-looking young man smiled shyly. "Master Chen, you're in debt for three rounds!"

The old man was so angry that he glared. He messed up the chess pieces and slapped three copper plates angrily before he got up with a dark face.

Another old man quickly sat down and rolled up his sleeves, "Watch me. I must win back what I won a few days ago today.

"Asheng, you're so young. Why don't you follow the Green Mountain Army and make a name for yourself?" Master Chen, who had gotten up, suddenly said. "It's such a waste of time to play chess and drink tea with us old men all day."

"I'm not as brave as your son, I can only do some carpentry to pass the time. When your son becomes a king and returns to his hometown in glory, he must not forget about us!" the young man said humbly.

The other old men quickly echoed. Master Chen grinned and said, "Asheng, your carpentry skills are really good. My wife even praised you. Don't worry, my son is a martial artist. He won't forget you in the future!"

The young man smiled and did not say anything else.

* * *

In the evening, Jiang Ming carried the dozens of copper coins he had earned and hummed a little tune as he went back to the courtyard, leaving behind a few old men with dark faces.

"Whether Lord Cangshan can succeed or not can't just depend on this!"

Under the peach tree, Jiang Ming looked at the boiling teapot in front of him and muttered to himself, "Now that the Green Mountain Army's progress is going well, everything will be fine. If the war goes badly and they are forced to retreat by the Imperial Army, I'm afraid that Great Cloud City will be in chaos. We can't do without recruiting strong men to expand our army. If they're more ruthless, it's not impossible to burn down the city and kidnap the refugees! If the city gate is closed again, I won't have anywhere to run. After all, I'm only a martial artist and not an immortal. It seems like it's time to return to Peace Town!"

Now that almost all of the Green Mountain Army had left, there was no one left to catch the herb gatherers in Peace Town, so there would be no trouble when he returned.

Moreover, Peace Town was adjacent to the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest. No matter what happened, he could just go into the mountain. The army would not go into the mountains.

The next morning, Jiang Ming carried his luggage and was ready to leave the city.

At the city gate, Jiang Ming looked at the soldiers who were guarding the city. One of them looked like a general, but he looked a little familiar.

"Isn't that Shi Quannian from the Shi family?" Jiang Ming remembered the ruthless officer in Qinghe tower.

He did not expect that he had already become the general of the Green Mountain Army.

"I don't know how long you can be a general!" Jiang Ming smiled internally. After a few simple questions from a few soldiers, he strode out of the city gate.

He found a side road and sneaked all the way into the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest. He took his herb basket from the remote cave, revealed his true face, and strode down the mountain.