"So, how can you agree to teach me the Immortal Technique?" Daoist Qingxiao, after years of cultivation, has always believed that Daoism and the Cultivation of Literature are the core of everything, and always thought that the legend of Immortals in myths must be true.

Otherwise, why would the tales of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown and such legends be passed down, and why would there be rumors of an Immortal touching one’s crown?

Therefore, partly to continue breakthroughs and partly due to great hope in cultivation, he... has always been anticipating, hoping for the possibility of hope.

For that glimmer of hope, he has read Daoist scriptures extensively, as well as various essays.

Yet, until now, being over seventy years old, he has gained nothing.

The so-called myths and legends he pursued were either fake or forged, or only existed in rumors, elusive and untraceable.

But now....

He truly encountered the path he dreamed of!

Immortal Technique....

What a wonderful name... just as he imagined.

Elusive flying Immortal, pure and elegant cultivation, secluded in the mountains, detached from worldly affairs, practicing the natural Dao....

But now, the counterpart is unwilling to teach him!

"Any condition! As long as I can fulfill it! As long as you can teach me the Immortal Technique! I can accomplish it!" Qingxiao’s heart is filled with yearning and longing for the Immortal Dao.

".....This Immortal Technique, I cannot guarantee you can cultivate...." Zhang Rongfang hesitated slightly.

Actually, he’s curious, wanting to try with the counterpart and see if he can cultivate the Immortal Dao Blood Lotus like himself.

The path of Blood Lotus is the Immortal Technique cultivation he organized.

Using Literature Cultivation to nurture Qi and Blood, then condensing the Blood Lotus, stepping into the Blood Lotus state.

This path has been mostly clarified by him, but ordinary people’s Qi and Blood cannot meet the demand.

Hastily condensing the Blood Lotus.... could lead to enormous accidents.

"Is there danger? I fear not! The path of cultivation is fraught with obstacles, difficulties are normal!" Qingxiao has made up his mind.

His former heart for self-strengthening has faded, ultimate style declined, completely withdrew from the Grandmaster realm, reverting to the peak of Three Emptiness.

But it doesn’t matter, losing just the ultimate style, the Absolute Defense and Preempting Enemy Moves remain.

Compared to the acquisition of Immortal Technique, these are trivial.

As long as this technique can be obtained, fulfilling his wish, the ultimate style can be cultivated back!

"The technique cannot be transmitted lightly, but... seeing your determination to pursue the Dao.... I am not entirely opposed to giving you some leeway...." Zhang Rongfang said solemnly.

"Whatever you need, just ask!" Qingxiao quickly replied.

"There is nothing needed, but the path of Immortal Dao will inevitably be full of thorns in the future. You must understand that the path of worshipping gods will not allow other paths to stand shoulder to shoulder with them.

Moreover, the Immortal Dao inherently counters gods. Did you see when I killed that Grandmaster of the Western Sect just now?"

Zhang Rongfang spoke.

"...." Qingxiao’s face changed slightly, immediately understanding the meaning.

Once cultivating as an Immortal, this directly opposes the sect of worshipping gods!

He lowered his head, his eyes rapidly changing, sometimes hesitating, sometimes worrying, sometimes uncertain.

Zhang Rongfang did not urge him.

Facing gods and immortality, such matters may not affect the uninformed.

But the more one understands the grandness of gods, the more hesitant one becomes.

At this moment, Qingxiao is such.

"You may think slowly, no rush." Zhang Rongfang sighed. "The technique I cultivate, is realized from countless Daoist scriptures, fused with the essence of ancient Qi cultivators, and self-created to form the path of Human Immortal.

It is primarily nurturing blood, cultivating can grant sharp hearing and sight, fear no ailment, longevity and health. It can greatly strengthen physique and mind."

He sighed again.

"What a pity... in this world, gods are prevalent, making transmission of Immortal Technique difficult." He looked at the still hesitant Qingxiao.

Suddenly asked.

"Do you know how old am I now?"

Qingxiao looked up, hesitated slightly.

"Forty?" he guessed.

".....Wrong! Twenty-two!" Zhang Rongfang’s face darkened slightly, but quickly corrected.

"Twenty-two years old, I am about to enter the Grandmaster realm, do you think the path of worshipping gods can achieve this?"

"!! Twenty-two!?" Qingxiao’s pupils contracted. "Impossible!"

Twenty-two and strength comparable to a Grandmaster, completely suppressing him!?

Suddenly, he thought about why the Great Dao Teaching has always valued this second Daoist so much.

Now directly abandoning the first Daoist, giving all attention to this one.

Countless thoughts collided in his mind.

"How is it impossible!?" Zhang Rongfang immediately stretched his hand, allowing him to check the bone.

Qingxiao quickly explored, after some search, his expression finally turned into shock.

"It’s actually true...!?"

Bone age cannot deceive.

And he just roughly assessed the range, indeed only twenty-something years.

But.... how can this be!?

Twenty-something Grandmaster? Even the Imperial Tutor and Saint Emperor are not this extravagant?

"So you should think clearly, although this path can counter worshipping, unrestrained, immortal and carefree, roaming the earth, but it is destined to be difficult. Once discovered...." Zhang Rongfang emphasized certain words.

"I want to practice! I’ve figured it out!" Qingxiao abruptly voiced, making up his mind.

For the legendary cultivation, he searched for years, now the opportunity is right before him, and there are instances with already cultivated results, what is there to hesitate?

"Then.... good!" Zhang Rongfang nodded heavily. "Since your determination to pursue the Dao is so firm, then I shall grant you enlightenment now!"

Enlightenment?

Qingxiao was stunned, then resolutely.

"Please, Master, pass on your cultivation!" He seriously knelt before Zhang Rongfang and bowed deeply.

"No need for this, we as seekers of the Dao are the same! Together exploring the path of Immortal Dao, no need to call me master. Just call me fellow Daoist!" Zhang Rongfang earnestly helped him up.

"One must acknowledge to pass on knowledge, resolve doubts, no hesitation!" Qingxiao seems determined.

Zhang Rongfang no longer hesitated and stood directly across from him, just one meter apart.

He extended his perception to ensure no one was observing them.

His expression grew solemn.

"During the infusion, you might feel your body heat up and undergo significant changes. Don’t be alarmed; it will soon pass."

"Yes!"

Qingxiao nodded earnestly, closed his eyes, and prepared himself.

He understood clearly. If Zhang Ying in front of him wanted to kill him, he would have done so days ago.

There was no need to say so much to him.

The crucial point was that Zhang Ying truly held the method to resist divine worship.

This he had witnessed personally.

Now, he had regressed to his final state, and repairing it would take an uncertain amount of time.

Moreover, the secrets Zhang Ying held were highly likely to be the legendary true Immortal Dao.

For the sake of his long-cherished wish and pursuit, this path... he was willing to gamble!

In fact, Qingxiao himself hadn’t realized his inherent resistance to divine worship.

But now, with another possible path laid out before him, after weighing his options, he decided to try it.

He also had his own internal influence.

"Concentrate and calm your Qi," Zhang Rongfang began immediately.

He gently extended his hand and pressed it on Qingxiao’s crown.

This time, he needed to do two things simultaneously.

One, to draw blood from within Qingxiao.

And the second, to force out his own blood and replace it in the other’s body.

He had done this before on Ding Yu and was fairly adept at it.

The main concern was whether there would be a rejection reaction.

Since the time with Ding Yu, Zhang Rongfang suspected his current blood might not cause rejection in others.

And now, it was time to verify it once more.

Soon, tiny droplets of blood began to seep through Qingxiao’s scalp and absorb into Zhang Rongfang’s palm.

At the same time, Zhang Rongfang made a small incision on Qingxiao’s crown with a flick of his fingertip.

Thin strands of his own blood began to seep into the wound from the remaining contact area of his palm.

Absorbing the blood, he quickly transformed it into nutrients, creating new blood, then injected it again.

This was what Zhang Rongfang was doing at that moment.

The two stood silently in the snowy forest.

Time ticked by.

Suddenly, with a swishing sound.

Qingxiao suddenly opened his eyes, patches of dark red blood vessels appearing on his skin.

His body began to swell and enlarge, his eyeballs flooded with a massive amount of blood, and a beast-like roar emerged from his throat.

But before his roar could crescendo, a new round of change occurred.

His once aged and wrinkled skin began to slowly pale, peel away, and shed.

Replacing it was fresh, tender skin growing beneath.

With handfuls, his white hair began to fall away, with new hair slowly sprouting as stubble under his scalp.

The turbidity in his eyes returned to clarity.

The gaps left by missing teeth began to grow once more.

In the short time of just over ten minutes, Qingxiao felt as if his body had been completely transformed.

As a Grandmaster, he had a fine perception and control over his own being.

This enabled him to clearly feel the monumental changes occurring within his body.

He was!

Becoming younger!!

Silently, Zhang Rongfang raised his palm, watching the wound on the scalp contract and heal quickly.

Even he was a bit dumbfounded.

The blood exchange on Ding Yu had not yielded such dramatic changes.

And now, the blood exchange on Qingxiao achieved this level of effect...

Simply...

A crisp tearing sound.

Daoist Qingxiao spread his arms wide and suddenly shuddered.

A large patch of pale, translucent dead skin tore off from his body.

"Infusion... infusion!!" He looked at his youthful, tender-skinned arms, his expression shifting from shock to awe to ecstasy!

"Immortal technique! It truly is the legendary, genuine Immortal technique!!!" Qingxiao laughed aloud, his joy indescribable.

"Infusion is the first step to change you. Next, I will teach you the path of Human Immortal, and the conjuring of the Three Flowers Skill!" Zhang Rongfang suppressed his inner astonishment, speaking solemnly.

"Please, Master, bestow your knowledge!" Qingxiao immediately collected himself, bowing his head in respect to Zhang Rongfang.

This time, Zhang Rongfang did not refuse, as what he was imparting was worthy of such reverence.

This was truly the technique that could restrain divine worship and strengthen oneself, the art of the Immortal Dao!

Soon, he lowered his voice, beginning to impart his method of condensing the Blood Lotus to the other.

At the same time, he could already feel Qingxiao’s blood being rapidly consumed by his own, turning into nourishment and then converting.

This closer connection gave him a certain feeling.

A sense that he could control Qingxiao’s blood at any moment, having it leave his body and return to his own.

But he did not attempt this.

Instead, he continued explaining the condensing of the Three Flowers Skill.