As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

"I'm willing to be your slave and serve you, Master," Miss Wang curled up into a ball, carefully looking at the burly man beside her, and said pitifully.

"If an ordinary martial artist were to see such a scene, I'm afraid that his blood would rush to his head and he would not be able to help but agree," Jiang Ming said internally, and his eyes unscrupulously glanced at the beautiful woman in front of him. He laughed. However, his eyes were calm.

Miss Wang was extremely intelligent and did things without hesitation. She would sacrifice when it was time to sacrifice. However, what was she thinking? If Jiang Ming were a regular man, she would live to regret this.

"I'm a loner, I don't need anyone to follow me," Jiang Ming said lightly.

Miss Wang's eyes darkened, and she felt a little powerless. No matter how intelligent she was, she was just an ordinary woman. She was just a figurehead in the Wang family. In the face of a first-class martial artist who could kill her with a flip of his hand, it seemed that she was useless.

After a long while, Miss Wang seemed to have thought of something and gathered her courage again. "Master, you need to collect all kinds of medicinal herbs and resources to cultivate. It's inconvenient to do it alone. I have a lot of experience with these things."

The man beside her glanced at her expressionlessly. Miss Wang immediately fell silent and did not dare speak again.

* * *

The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

Miss Wang woke up with a body ache and found that the room was quiet and empty. The books on the table had also disappeared.

Her eyes were filled with disappointment, but there was no resentment.

She was already very lucky that this stranger kept his promise and did not kill her.

"What?" She suddenly saw that there was a piece of yellow paper on the table with some words written on it.

She hurriedly lifted the blanket and ran barefoot to the table to pick up the yellow paper. She read it carefully.

"If you are still willing to keep your promise, then stay here and cultivate martial arts to recuperate. After half a year at the latest, you will receive a secret letter. Then, head to Qinglin Village to lay low. You will help me collect all the rare herbs and treasures in the world. At the end of this page is the art of disguise."

A sweet smile suddenly appeared on Miss Wang's face. She memorized the art of disguise and burned the yellow paper.

* * *

In the wilderness, a teenager was riding a donkey toward the south, and there were swallows flying up and down on the treetops from time to time.

"The Wang family is a hundred-year-old family indeed. Their foundation is even richer than the Shi family's!" Jiang Ming was holding a book that recorded hundreds of prescriptions and reading it calmly.

"Even if I don't interfere, Miss Wang should be fine. As for how high she can reach depends on her ability."

His eyes were calm. The piece of paper he had left for Miss Wang was just a casual move.

It was also Miss Wang's last words that made Jiang Ming want to use her.

The collection of medicinal herbs was naturally a pretense. He had robbed the Liang family's mutated medicinal herbs and had the help of the Vitality-Snatching Technique. He did not lack martial arts resources.

Jiang Ming's real purpose was finding the things related to immortal cultivators in this world.

After the disturbance of the immortal encounter, Jiang Ming realized that there might be some immortal cultivators who hid here to retire. Moreover, there could be some cultivation methods or treasures left by immortal cultivators that were scattered across the world.

However, he was all alone, and there were some things that he could not do by himself.

Although Jiang Ming had recorded the immortal encounter in the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest in a small book, the immortal encounter was ethereal. Jiang Ming naturally would not put all his eggs in one basket. There still could be other treasures to find. Whether Miss Wang would succeed or die on this mission was something he was not concerned about.

Jiang Ming did not care at all. His life was so long.

Jiang Ming thought of the beasts that he had raised after feeding them the beast-taming prescription for three years in the mountains, and he already had mapped out a preliminary plan.

Now that the immortal encounter had passed, he only needed to leave a few smaller beasts in the area. As for the rest, he could utilize them to find what he was searching for.

The donkey trotted forward. In the distance, he could already see the continuous mountain range in front of him. It was shrouded in clouds and fog all year long, and the peak could not be seen.

He was finally back.

It was not until the sun had set that Jiang Ming arrived at a small village. He stayed in an inn for the night and had a light dinner. The next morning, he continued to set off in the direction of Peace County.