147 First Glimpse of the World of Immortal Cultivation (2)
Wang Ji was at the peak of the second class, and his strength was terrifying. All he needed was a first-class technique to breakthrough.
Li Si was old now, and he had not fought for a long time. If the two of them were to fight, it was not certain who would win.
The other disciples immediately fell silent. Now, everyone could see that Wang Ji was getting stronger and stronger. Even if they waited for a few more years, their master may still not teach them first-class techniques. No one could tell what would happen.
"Zhao Hong, cheers!” Wang Ji suddenly said as he stared at Zhao Hong with a burning gaze.
Zhao Hong sighed internally, but he revealed a foolish smile on his face. He clinked glasses with Wang Ji and drank the wine in one gulp.
Only then did Wang Ji reveal a smile. A hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes. If Li Si did not teach him the martial arts technique, Wang Ji could not be blamed for his actions.
Everyone dispersed after drinking.
Late at night, Zhao Hong lay in a dark room, but he could not fall asleep. “What should I do? I also need a first-class martial arts technique. With Wang Ji’s character, even if he obtained a first-class technique, he definitely wouldn’t pass it to me! But it’s almost impossible to ask Master for it. Unless
Zhao Hong’s eyes were filled with conflict. However, in the end, he did not act on his impulses.
The next day, Jiang Ming looked at Zhao Hong’s bloodshot eyes as he stepped into the school. He raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Heavy footsteps sounded. Wang Ji suddenly walked in front of him and said in a deep voice, “Master, I’ve been hovering at the peak of the second class for many years. I’m confident that I can improve further!”
Jiang Ming was unperturbed and said nonchalantly, “Wait a little longer. You have to lay a more stable foundation in order to go further.”
Wang Ji’s face turned red, and he turned to leave without saying a word.
Jiang Ming stared at his back with a complicated expression as if he was sad about something.
"Just wait a little longer. I still need to achieve my goal. Don’t be so eager to die.”
In the corner of the courtyard, Zhao Hong stared at his master’s complicated expression for a long time. His gaze gradually became firm. He seemed to have finally made up his mind.
Jiang Ming stared at the book in his hand and seemed to have suddenly seen something interesting. He showed a relieved smile.
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Two days later, in the evening, Jiang Ming lay on the bamboo chair and finished reading the last page of the book in his hand. He got up and was ready to go home.
Zhao Hong looked around and realized that Wang Ji was not here today. He finally made up his mind and strode to Jiang Ming. He said in a deep voice, “Master, I have something to tell you!”
Everyone’s eyes immediately fell on him.
Although Zhao Hong was a respected senior, he was usually very inconspicuous and never took the initiative to look for their master.
"What’s the matter? We’ll talk about it in a few days!” Jiang Ming waved his hand and walked out impatiently.
Zhao Hong immediately became anxious. He had already taken this step today. If he did not get anything out of it, the other disciples would definitely report this to Wang Ji. That would be bad.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and suddenly took out a thin book from his arms and handed it to Jiang Ming, “Master, please take a look.”
Jiang Ming’s face was doubtful. He frowned and opened it, flipping through casually.
After reading a few lines, Jiang Ming pretended to be shocked. He immediately raised his head and looked at Zhao Hong in faux surprise.
Jiang Ming seemed to have thought of something. He quickly pulled Zhao Hong’s arm and went to the inner courtyard of the school excitedly.
The other disciples were at a loss, not understanding what had happened.
A few of them looked at each other and saw the uneasiness in each other’s eyes. They quickly left to find Wang Ji, who was not here today.
In a quiet room in the school’s inner courtyard.
Jiang Ming held the book tightly in his hand and looked at Zhao Hong excitedly, “Where did you get this? Is this the legendary cultivation technique of immortal cultivators?”
Zhao Hong stood up straight and took a deep breath. He looked at Jiang Ming calmly.
"Master, what I’m going to say may shock you, so please don’t tell anyone,” Zhao Hong said in a deep voice.
Jiang Ming quickly nodded. He was feeling quite good internally. He had been waiting for this day for a while.
Zhao Hong looked at Jiang Ming and said, “Actually, it belongs to me!”
"W-what? You’re an immortal cultivator?”
Jiang Ming’s face was filled with a myriad of emotions. He felt like he should win an award for his performance.
Zhao Hong nodded. “I was being hunted down by my enemies and entered this place by mistake. Although I killed my enemies, I deeply feel that the world of immortal cultivators is dangerous. I don’t want to go back anymore. I want to survive in this place without immortal cultivators. That’s why I’ve come to you to learn martial arts!”
After a long time, Jiang Ming pretended to calm down. However, he still asked suspiciously, “Can you prove it? Why don’t you show me an immortal cultivation technique?”
Zhao Hong shook his head. “There’s no spiritual energy in this world. Moreover, this world will kill all immortal cultivators who use their immortal cultivation techniques. My enemy died this way.”
Jiang Ming’s body trembled, and then he said dejectedly, “Then wouldn’t it be useless even if you gave me the immortal cultivation method?”
"That’s not the case. As long as you go to the depths of the Red Pine Snowfield, you can meet the immortal cultivators from the outside world who stand guard there. You may be able to seek the immortal fate and go to the world of immortal cultivation to live a carefree life.”
