As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills Chapter 146 - 146 First Glimpse of the World of Immortal Cultivation (1)

Chapter 146 - 146 First Glimpse of the World of Immortal Cultivation (1)

146 First Glimpse of the World of Immortal Cultivation (1)

“My name is Zhao Hong. I’ve never learned martial arts before, but I’m very strong. Please take me in, Master Li,” a thin young man said respectfully and handed two taels of silver to the burly man in front of him.

Jiang Ming sat calmly on an armchair, smiled, and did not move. w.a.n.g Ji, who was beside him, quickly stepped forward and took the silver. He said solemnly, “We are not taking your money for profit. We are taking it to buy you equipment and martial arts medicine.”

“I understand. Thank you for your guidance!”

Zhao Hong nodded and bowed respectfully. He served Jiang Ming tea and then stood aside.

Jiang Ming taught Zhao Hong and a few other new disciples the basic form of the Tiger Subduing Fist. After saying a few words, he stood up and left.

“Zhao Hong…”

In the secret vault, Jiang Ming repeated this name several times, and his expression was a little strange.

Zhao Hong was the weirdo who was suspected to be an immortal cultivator. He had worked at the dock for ten years, kept a low profile, and did not cause any trouble. It seemed like he was prepared to stay here for a long time.

He did not expect that he would come here to learn martial arts.

“An immortal cultivator coming here to learn martial arts… How interesting!”

Jiang Ming smiled. He had just sensed the spiritual energy in Zhao Hong’s body through his heightened perception. He was indeed an immortal cultivator, but his aura did not seem to be much stronger than his own. He should be a rookie in the early stages of the Qi Refinement Realm.

Over the years, Jiang Ming’s practice of the Spirit Restriction Seal had led to some results. He was not afraid of this noob discovering anything.

Jiang Ming’s eyes were calm as he continued to close his eyes and cultivate. Although the spiritual energy refined by the Blood Spirit Technique was getting thinner and thinner for a level three Qi Refinement Realm cultivator, it was still better than nothing.

“If I go to the world of immortal cultivation, my cultivation speed should be able to increase a little,” Jiang Ming muttered.

Previously, Jiang Ming wanted to reach the ninth level of the Qi Refinement Realm before going to the world of immortal cultivation. But according to his current progress, even if he trained for a few more decades, he would at most be at the fifth or sixth level of the Qi Refinement Realm.

“I wonder if the King of Medicine will be of any use!”

* * *

Time flew by quickly. Jiang Ming continued to maintain the pace of his life, practicing, teaching, and having fun.

In the Tiger Subduing Dojo, Zhao Hong was quite hardworking. He learned martial arts in the dojo during the day and worked at the dock at night to earn money for his tuition fees. However, his apt.i.tude was average. It took him more than three years to become a martial artist.

“It seems that martial arts and immortal cultivation apt.i.tude have nothing to do with each other.”

Jiang Ming stared at Zhao Hong and the others who were practicing in the courtyard. He found it funny and continued to shake his head while reading the book in his hand.

“What book does Master read every day?” one of the disciples suddenly asked, his eyes darting around.

“Don’t let your mind wander! Focus on practicing!” w.a.n.g Ji snorted coldly. After more than ten years, he had become a second-cla.s.s martial artist and had made a name for himself in Heyuan City.

The disciples were embarra.s.sed and did not dare say anything.

Zhao Hong stood in the corner with narrowed eyes.

Jiang Ming glanced at him from the corner of his eye. He also covered his face and sighed. How did he survive in the world of immortal cultivation?

* * *

Another twelve years pa.s.sed.

Zhao Hong gradually surpa.s.sed many of his seniors. He finally became a second-cla.s.s martial artist and became the second senior of the Tiger Subduing Dojo. The dojo master, Li Si, was also getting older and older. w.a.n.g Ji was in charge of almost all the important matters in the dojo.

However, although w.a.n.g Ji had a lot of prestige, he was still respectful to Li Si on the surface. This was because Li Si still did not pa.s.s on the first-cla.s.s martial arts techniques to any of his disciples.

As for Zhao Hong and the other disciples, they often saw the dojo master lying on the bamboo chair, his hair gray, and his eyes listless as he looked up at the sky.

In a small bar, many disciples of the martial arts schools had gathered to eat, drink and make conversation.

Today, there were sighs and grumbles.

After so many years, the disciples in the martial arts school gradually and unintentionally learned what kind of books the dojo master was reading.

They were all strange ancient books that recorded the legends of powerful immortals.

w.a.n.g Ji sneered. He could not believe their dojo master was wasting time on such books instead of trying to break through to the Dao Master realm.