The immortal me only practices forbidden arts

Yan Country, Great Cloud Mansion, Cloud-Dream Mountain Marsh.

It was noon in the scorching summer. The heat wave swept through the forest, causing the grass and trees to rustle.

Jiang Ming opened his eyes in a daze and felt extreme pain all over his body.

He turned his head with difficulty and found himself lying in a pile of rubble. He was wearing coarse clothes and covered in blood.

"What happened?"

I was singing in the air conditioner and scrolling through the screen of a young lady with Rong Nai. How did I become like this in a flash?

Suddenly, bits and pieces of memories flooded into his mind.

A young man named Jiang Ming had just turned sixteen. His parents had died early, and his body was weak. He made a living by picking herbs on the mountain…

Today, on a cliff, Jiang Ming found a rare herb and wanted to take the risk to pick it. Unexpectedly, he slipped and fell from a cliff more than ten meters high. His bones were broken and his tendons were broken. He died.

“艹!”

As a respected reading saint, Jiang Ming instantly understood the situation.

'I'm not pretending anymore. I'm laying my cards on the table. I've transmigrated…'

Jiang Ming took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He looked at his left palm and saw that there was indeed a strange red herb.

After browsing through the memories of his predecessor, he learned that this was a strange world where great power belonged to one person. Everything was inferior, and only martial arts were high. The Yan Country he was in was founded by an invincible martial arts grandmaster.

There were even legends of immortals descending into the world!

It was suspected that he had transmigrated to the world of cultivation…

But what did this have to do with him?

At this moment, Jiang Ming was just an unlucky person who was seriously injured and could die at any time.

"Is there no system to save me?"

"A simulator?"

"Add points to Deep Blue…"

There was no response.

Jiang Ming was a little flustered. How could he play with a serious injury at the start?

Suddenly.

He seemed to see his own body.

In his mind, a speck of light floated up and down, as if it had existed since ancient times.

At this moment, the light spot exploded like a supernova, suddenly emitting endless light.

The light carried endless power and seeped into every inch of his muscles and every drop of his blood.

All of Jiang Ming's wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. His broken bones were also connected and recovered in an instant.

When Jiang Ming came back to his senses, the light spot had already restrained its light. It was like a star that would never fall, lying in Jiang Ming's mind.

At the same time, a message entered Jiang Ming's consciousness.

The Indestructible Original Light could ensure that the host would live forever.

"This is my cheat?"

Jiang Ming muttered. He had learned from this message that the Indestructible Original Light had already fused with his consciousness.

Even if his body was destroyed and his soul was destroyed, he could still be reborn.

He tried to stand up, but there was no discomfort in his body. It seemed that his life was temporarily saved.

However, Jiang Ming did not get carried away."I've seen too many things like immortality in movies. There are all kinds of unlucky immortals who are tied up, caged, sliced, and bled. There are also those who are treated as sustainable food…"

He couldn't help but shiver. This golden finger was no different from Tang Sanzang's meat. He couldn't be too high-profile.

Fighting bravely, fighting fiercely, becoming famous in the world, and so on were all pig's trotters. They absolutely could not walk down this path.

Of course, other than that, this cheat was still quite good.

Longevity was not the path of invincibility, but it meant infinite possibilities.

Whether it was in his previous life or this life, in the technological civilization or the cultivation civilization, the limitation of lifespan was an eternal problem that affected the development of individuals and even the progress of civilization.

Due to the limited lifespan of the scientists in his previous life, it would take decades for them to learn the knowledge of their predecessors. When they finally had the resources and strength to strive for a higher scientific peak, they were already in their twilight years and could only leave regretfully.

It was the same for immortal cultivation. No matter how outstanding you were, you would still end up as a pile of dirt in the end.

Who can see immortality, who can become an immortal?

The limited lifespan was like an endless black barrier that locked everyone in a small well. They desperately wanted to jump out, but they could not do so.

The current Jiang Ming was like a frog that had jumped out of a deep well. Although he was very weak, he had unlimited possibilities. As long as he lived steadily, he would stand at the highest point of the world in a hundred years, a thousand years, or even tens of thousands of years.

"The premise of all this is that we don't get discovered by the big shots and be kidnapped and sliced up…" Jiang Ming muttered to himself.

"You have to live in seclusion. You have everything you need until the end. Martial arts grandmasters, immortals, I'll dig up your graves and search for treasures after you're all dead, alright…"

Just as Jiang Ming was letting his imagination run wild, he suddenly heard rustling footsteps not far away.

A middle-aged man carrying a medicinal basket and wearing patched clothes appeared in front of him.

"Ah Ming?"

The person asked in surprise.

Jiang Ming looked up. This person was sallow and emaciated, with sunken eyes. He looked like he was running out of energy and blood. He was staring at Jiang Ming with a dazzling chopper in his hand.

Jiang Ming recognized him. He was also a herb gatherer at the foot of the mountain. He only knew him as Old Ghost Huang, but they didn't have much interaction.

Every herb gatherer had their own route, and some rare herbs grew in secret places. Meeting other herb gatherers in the mountains was not a happy occasion to drink and laugh…

Jiang Ming looked at him without saying anything.

"You got injured picking herbs? Is it serious?"

Old Ghost Huang was concerned. His eyes fell on Jiang Ming's hand, and a trace of passion flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Ming's heart sank. Damn it, I was too excited just now and was careless.

"No, it's not serious. I'll be fine after resting for a while." He hurriedly replied.

Old Ghost Huang laughed hoarsely."It's good that you're alright. Ah Ming, your luck is really good. You actually found a Fire Cloud Grass. It can be sold for thirty taels of silver. It's enough to feed and wear for several years."

"I'll hurry up and enter the mountain to see if I can try my luck." He waved his hand and continued walking forward.

Jiang Ming let out a long breath and seemed to let down his guard.

However, just as the two of them were about to cross paths, Old Ghost Huang's eyes suddenly revealed a ferocious glint.

"Little bastard, go to hell!"

He raised the chopper in his hand and stabbed it at Jiang Ming's chest.

"F * ck your grandpa!" Jiang Ming's eyelids twitched.

He had long expected that this fellow had ill intentions, but he did not expect that the other party would directly want to kill him.

The local gangs were too rude!

Jiang Ming took out the medicine shovel from his waist without thinking and slashed at Old Ghost Huang's neck.

The medicine shovel had been sharpened by mountain rocks all year round, so it was sharper than ordinary blades. As long as it cut flesh, blood would splash three feet.

However, Old Ghost Huang's eyes revealed a look of disdain. This kid was still too inexperienced and his reaction was too slow.

Puchi ~

The hatchet stabbed into Jiang Ming's heart and came out from his back, leaving a trail of blood.

"Hahaha, with this Fire Cloud Grass, I will…" Old Ghost Huang laughed happily and reached out to take the Fire Cloud Grass.

In his opinion, Jiang Ming, who had been stabbed in the heart, had no strength to resist.

However, just as he let down his guard.

A cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Fast and ruthless!

Chi ~

The medicinal spatula sliced through the skin and flesh like a knife cutting through paper. A line of blood quietly appeared on Old Ghost Huang's neck. After which, fresh blood spurted out like waves.

"You, how, cough…" He stared at Jiang Ming in disbelief, but his throat was blocked by blood and he couldn't say anything.

In front of him, Jiang Ming was stabbed with a chopper and bleeding profusely. He was grimacing in pain, but he still stood steadily.

"Since ancient times, who hasn't died? Why fight for every minute?"

Jiang Ming looked at Old Ghost Huang and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Under Old Ghost Huang's horrified gaze, Jiang Ming sucked in a cold breath and slowly pulled out the chopper from his chest. He aimed at Old Ghost Huang's neck and slashed down again.

pfff ~

Blood splattered as Old Ghost Huang died.