As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills



The Dragon Burial Sword had disappeared without a trace! 

An Daoran's face was filled with shock. He looked at Zhu An'an and then at Jiang Ming. 

"Did you see who stole the Dragon Burial Sword just now?" 

Zhu An'an shook her head and retreated to Jiang Ming's side. A strange look flashed across her eyes, and she shook her head to show that she did not know anything. 

At this moment, An Daoran was completely dumbfounded. The Dragon Burial Sword was originally on the platform, but it had disappeared now! How? 

There had to be something wrong with this abnormal situation! 

An Daoran's mind was racing. He wanted to figure out what was going on, but he did not know that Jiang Ming was filled with resentment at this moment. 

"Friend, what are you trying to do? Why did you devour the Dragon Burial Sword?" 

An Daoran did not know that Jiang Ming had a black sword on him that devoured the Dragon Burial Sword completely. Now, the Dragon Burial Sword no longer existed in this world. 

"It's just a trashy magic treasure. It's nothing worth paying attention to. At first, I thought it was some divine weapon, but now it seems like it's just trash. Anyway, this isn't the Dragon Burial Sword at all. It's very likely a lie made up by some people," the black sword said indifferently. Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows subconsciously when he heard that. 

"What do you mean? Could it be that the Dragon Burial Sword was fake from the beginning to the end?" 

"The possibility is extremely high. It's very likely that the guard who left this sword behind in the past did this on purpose. I have to say that this guy really does have some tricks up his sleeve. He actually used a trash sword to deceive everyone for nearly ten thousand years. He is really ruthless. In order to complete the whole plan, he even dragged a Deity Transformation Realm cultivator into this and turned him into an undead creature. If this guy still had intelligence, he would definitely be furious. He lost his life for a scam." 

Hearing this, Jiang Ming was stunned. 

But soon, he shook his head. 

"That's not right. Since Master Jiu asked me to come here, it's enough to show that there are indeed some mysterious things in this place. He's not someone like An Daoran who's good for nothing. It's impossible for him not to know about these things." 

"No, he might really not know. After all, the owner of the Dragon Burial Sword was an existence at the half-step Cultivation Integration Realm back then. After that, he even ascended to the Upper Realm. Whether it's to become an immortal himself or to follow the Upper Realm through other people's channels, it's enough to show that he has quite a powerful trump card… Most importantly, I suspect that this has something to do with the Qing royal family. The person who set up the entire scam is very likely not from the Zhan family or the Long family but from the Qing royal family!" The black sword shared its thoughts, but it quickly shook its head. "Forget it. My brain isn't suitable for these puzzles. I'll leave it to you to figure out." 

When Jiang Ming heard this, he raised his eyebrows again and said seriously, "I think the possibility is very high." 

"What?" 

"I mean, your guess this time might be right." Jiang Ming said unhappily, "Usually you're full of nonsense, but sometimes, you're very insightful." 

As they spoke, the newcomer had already clashed with the undead creature. The strength he displayed was terrifying. 

"Another cultivator at the peak of the Deity Transformation Realm?" 

An Daoran was completely numb. It was fine if it was another undead creature that had been refined and forcefully raised to the peak of the Deity Transformation Realm. 

But why was there a regular person at the peak of the Deity Transformation Realm? 

Jiang Ming was also stunned. He looked at An Daoran and instinctively asked, "Should we retreat first?" 

An Daoran swallowed. 

"Retreat!" 

The fact that there were two existences at the peak of the Deity Transformation Realm was too much to handle. Staying here would be suicide. 

The mysterious expert had long noticed the situation here, but he did not care and let the two of them leave. At this time, Jiang Ming seemed to have sensed something and turned around. A strange look flashed in his eyes. 

"Why is this aura so familiar? Who is this guy?" 

Soon, the three of them left the Dragon Burial Cave and even ran out of the Dragon Burial Pool. 

At this moment, An Daoran exhaled a few times and took a few deep breaths. He felt like he had just survived a disaster. 

A sharp sword was placed on his neck. The attacker was Zhu An'an. 

An Daoran's pupils constricted as he asked in confusion, "Miss, what do you mean by this? After all, we fought together and can be considered comrades. Is there a need for you to treat me like this?" 

Zhu An'an could not be bothered with this guy and immediately looked at Jiang Ming. 

"Mister, how do we get rid of this guy?" 

She was very unhappy with An Daoran and wanted to kill him immediately. 

Jiang Ming's eyes flickered a few times, and he immediately said, "Let him go." 

Zhu An'an retracted her sword without hesitation, causing An Daoran to be a little dumbfounded. 

What was going on? 

Why did she want to kill him? 

Jiang Ming knew the reason why Zhu An'an attacked. It was because An Daoran came from the Ancient Yin Yang Sect. Jiang Ming and the Ancient Yin Yang Sect had bad blood between them. Zhu An'an wanted to kill An Daoran to prevent future trouble. 

However, Jiang Ming thought ahead. He did not care about this guy. Instead, he felt that he could use An Daoran to spy on the Ancient Yin Yang Sect. 

"Capture him, I want to refine him!" 

An Daoran's expression changed drastically. He wanted to escape but was easily caught. 

Although the gap between them was not too big, he was not Zhu An'an's match. Moreover, Zhu An'an had reached the peak of Soul Formation Realm, so her battle prowess was enough to crush him! 

"Ning Caichen, what is the meaning of this? Why do you want to refine me?" 

An Daoran was forced to kneel on the ground with a sullen expression. He never expected that he would encounter such a thing one day. 

Jiang Ming glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and said indifferently, "The reason is very simple. It's because of your special identity." 

"What identity?" 

"Are you from the Ancient Yin Yang Sect?" 

An Daoran was even more dumbfounded. What did that have to do with Ning Caichen? 

Bang! 

In the next moment, a slave seal was shot into An Daoran's body. It was set by Zhu An'an. This slave seal was different from others. It was created by Jiang Ming using special methods and was recognized by the heavens. 

Unless a Saint tried to remove it, it was impossible to remove this slave seal. This was also the practical application of a technique in the mysterious scroll that Mo Lingche had given him.