1 Immortality

Translator: CatABoo

In the country of Yan, the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest lay nestled in the heart of Great Cloud City.

It was the height of summer, and a heat wave swept through the mountain forest, causing the grass and trees to rustle.

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

He turned his head with difficulty and found that he was lying in a pile of gravel. Moreover, he was clad in coarse clothes and covered in blood.

"What happened? I was sitting in front of the air conditioner, singing and looking at pretty girls. How did I end up here?"

All of a sudden, a series of fragmented memories entered his mind.

There was a teenager also named Jiang Ming, who had just turned 16 years old. His parents had died early, and his body was weak. He made a living by picking herbs in the mountains.

Today, on a cliff, this Jiang Ming found a rare herb and wanted to take the risk of picking it. Alas, he did not expect to slip off the cliff and fall to his death.


As the noble Qidian Saint, Jiang Ming instantly understood the situation.

"This isn't a dream. I've transmigrated."

Jiang Ming took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down. He looked at his left palm and saw a strange crimson herb.

After browsing through his predecessor's memories, he discovered that this was a strange world ruled by one person. Everything was low-grade except for martial arts. The country of Yan, where he lived, was founded by an invincible martial arts master.

There were even legends of immortals who could fly into the sky and enter the heavens!

He realized he may have transmigrated to the world of immortal cultivation.

But what did this have to do with him?

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

"Is there no system that can save me? I think I'm in a system universe. Please help me heal!"

There was no response.

Jiang Ming was a little flustered. How could he play if he was seriously injured at the beginning?

Suddenly he seemed to see his own body.

In his mind, a ball of light floated up and down. 

At this moment, the ball of light was like a supernova, suddenly giving off endless light.

The light carried immense power, and it seeped into every inch of his muscles and every drop of his blood.

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

When Jiang Ming returned to his senses, the ball of light had already converged. It was like a star that would never fall, lying in Jiang Ming's mind.

At the same time, a wisp of information was transmitted into Jiang Ming's consciousness.

The inextinguishable original light could ensure the host's longevity and immortality.

"Is this my cheat?" Jiang Ming muttered. From this piece of information, he already knew that the inextinguishable original light had already merged with his consciousness.

One could still be reborn even if one's physical body was destroyed and one's soul was scattered.

He tried to stand up, and 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. All kinds of unlucky people are tied up, locked up, cut into slices, and have all their blood drained. Sometimes, they're eaten as well.'

He could not help but shiver. If people found out he had such power, he would not be safe. He had to keep a low profile at all costs.

Chasing fame and glory would not end well for him.

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

Immortality was not the path to invincibility, but it meant infinite possibilities.

Whether it was in his previous life or in this life, the limit of one's lifespan was an eternal problem that affected one's personal development and even the progress of civilization.

Due to the limited lifespan of the scientists in his previous life, just learning the knowledge of their predecessors was enough to take decades. By the time they finally had the resources and strength to reach a higher scientific peak, they were already in their twilight years and could only regretfully leave.

It was the same for immortal cultivation. No matter how talented one was, one would still be a pile of dust in the end.

Their limited lifespans were like an endless black barrier, locking everyone in a small cage. They tried their best to escape, but they were never able to 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 infinite possibilities. As long as he lived steadily, he would stand at the top of the world one day, no matter how long it took.

"Of course, all of this relies on not getting caught and chopped up," Jiang Ming muttered to himself. "I must survive until the end. Martial arts masters and immortals, when you're all dead, I'll dig your graves and look for treasures, alright?"

Just as Jiang Ming was letting his imagination run wild, he heard the sound of footsteps not far away.

A middle-aged man with a herb basket on his back and clothes full of patches appeared before him.

"Little Ming?"

The man was surprised.

Jiang Ming looked up. The man was sallow and thin, with deep eye sockets and a look of Qi and iron deficiency. He was staring at Jiang Ming with a hatchet in his hand.

Jiang Ming recognized him. He was also an herb gatherer at the foot of the mountain. He only knew that he was called Old Ghost Huang, but they usually did not have much interaction.

Every herb gatherer had their own route, and some areas where rare herbs grew were even more secretive. It was not a happy occasion to meet other herb gatherers in the mountains.

Jiang Ming looked at him and did not speak.

"You got injured while picking herbs? Is it serious?" Old Ghost Huang spoke with concern. His eyes fell on Jiang Ming's hand, and a trace of fire flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Ming's heart sank. 'Damn it, I was too excited and neglected to hide it.'

"No, it's not serious. I'll be fine after a short rest." he quickly replied.

Old Ghost Huang laughed hoarsely. "It's good that you're fine. Little Ming, you're so lucky to have found a fire cloud grass. You can sell it for thirty taels of silver. That's enough to live for a few years without worrying about food and clothing. I'll also hurry into the mountain to see if I can try my luck." He waved his hand and continued walking.

Jiang Ming let out a long sigh of relief and seemed to have let down his guard.

However, just as the two of them were about to pass each other, Old Ghost Huang's eyes suddenly revealed an ominous glint.

"Little brat, go to hell!"

He raised the hatchet in his hand and slashed it toward Jiang Ming's chest.

"F*ck this!" Jiang Ming's eyelids kept twitching.

He had long expected that this guy had bad intentions, but he did not expect that he would directly want to kill him!

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

The medicinal shovel had been sharpened by the mountain rocks all year round and was sharper than an ordinary blade. As long as it cut into the skin, blood would splash out.

However, Old Ghost Huang's eyes were filled with disdain. This brat was still too inexperienced, and his reaction was too slow.


The hatchet stabbed into Jiang Ming's heart and came out from his back, bringing with it a river of blood.

"Hahaha! With this stalk of fire cloud grass, I'll be awesome!" Old Ghost Huang laughed out loud in joy and reached out to take the fire cloud grass.

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

However, the moment he let his guard down...

A cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

It was fast and ruthless!

Stab! The shovel cut through his flesh like a knife cutting through paper. A line of blood quietly appeared on Old Ghost Huang's neck, and then blood spurted out like a spray of water.

"H…How?" He stared at Jiang Ming in disbelief, but his throat was blocked by blood, and he could not say anything else.

In front of him, Jiang Ming's body was still impaled with the hatchet, blood was flowing non-stop, and he was in so much pain that he was gritting his teeth, but he was still standing firmly.

"Just because life is difficult doesn't mean you have to murder people!"

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

Under Old Ghost Huang's frightened gaze, Jiang Ming gasped, slowly pulled out the hatchet from his chest, aimed at his neck, and slashed down again.

Squirt! Blood spurted out, and Old Ghost Huang fell to the ground.

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