The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 437 - 257: Old Acquaintance_2

This person’s actions were restricted, and he finally remembered he could shout for help. Ning Xiaoxian, within the Barrier, listened as his voice cried out shrilly like a night owl. She couldn’t help but admire Changtian’s extensive experience; had they not followed his instructions to set up the Barrier, both Ji Zhenzong and she would have been busy fleeing for their lives by now.

Ji Zhenzong was also startled by the scream, and with an Arrow Step, he rushed forward and twisted the man’s neck, cutting off the agonizing shriek abruptly. He opened the farmhouse door to look outside, seeing that everything was still quiet, he finally felt relieved: if the man’s death throes had alerted the sect, the surroundings wouldn’t be so serene at this moment.

Ultimately limited in wisdom, he did not contemplate the strangeness of the situation, returned to close the door securely, and with a ferocious grin, approached Senior Brother Wei.

Senior Brother Wei lay on the ground, terrified after witnessing his two companions turned over. Although he didn’t understand why the useless trash spoken of by everyone suddenly showed such might, his life was on the line. Despite being nearly suffocated by the smoke python, he managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat: "Don’t... kill me, I’ll give you... everything!"

Ji Zhenzong tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then suddenly walked to the corner, pulled out a hoe and, without mercy, started attacking Senior Brother Wei. The hoe hit the smoke python as if it were nothing, and all of the force was borne by Senior Brother Wei. Even the solid flesh of a Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage could not withstand Ji Zhenzong’s desperate battering.

Ji Zhenzong laughed maniacally as he smashed, but eventually started crying with sobs and tears, "That’ll teach you to bully me again, to snatch my Spirit Stones, my storage bag, to steal my things to eat! That’ll teach you to make me pour the night incense, to beat my Ah Cai to death!"

Seemingly insane, his strength unwavering, he broke one hoe and simply took up another. After continuing this for two quarters of an hour, he seemed to have released all of his pent-up resentment, and with the fourth hoe also broken, "Senior Brother Wei" had been beaten into an indistinguishable pile of flesh on the ground.

From beginning to end, Ning Xiaoxian watched wide-eyed. Although the scene was shocking, she could only sigh. Ji Zhenzong was clearly not of sound mind, and she wondered how much humiliation he must have suffered in Guangcheng Palace to accumulate such deep-seated hatred.

After sitting and catching his breath for a while, Ji Zhenzong crawled up using his hands and feet, rummaging through the bodies for some time, scavenging three storage bags, and also collecting their Magic Artifacts. Only then did he let out a sinister laugh, took out a small bottle from his chest, picked a tiny bit of fine yellow powder, and sprinkled it over the three bodies.

The moment he took out this item, Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes widened. Because that was none other than the infamous Bone-dissolving Powder! The production of this substance is not complicated, mortals can make it, and she even had some on her. But Ji Zhenzong having such a thing truly surprised her greatly. Moreover, this poison’s potency was extremely domineering; even the bodies of Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage couldn’t withstand it. In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all three bodies, along with their clothes, dissolved into pools of Yellow Water, emitting a foul stench. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The man whose bones had been crushed by the Giant Strength was actually still alive. When the Bone-dissolving Powder was sprinkled on him, he woke up from the pain, and ultimately, he dissolved into Yellow Water amidst screams of agony.

Ji Zhenzong fetched a few ladles of water from the large vat in the corner, rinsed the floor, and washed away all evidence of the murder. Afterwards, he re-covered his face with a facecloth and stealthily left the farmhouse.

This was nothing more than a tale of theft and revenge by a down-and-out Disciple. Ning Xiaoxian, though sympathetic, had no intention of getting involved. It was getting late, and she was thinking of sneaking into the Jade Field to steal two Nine-Grain Millet plants when Changtian solemnly said, "Not so fast. Follow him first."

"Track him? Why?" Changtian was not one to meddle in others’ affairs, so his request was very surprising.

"Did you see the Technique he used just now?"

"I did. It was very peculiar, full of yin energy, not like any Technique the Human Clan Immortal Sect of Guangcheng Palace would teach its Disciples." She said this, but still followed him.

"Of course, it’s not something taught by Guangcheng Palace." Changtian said indifferently, "That Technique is called Python Killing Technique, which I myself have created!"

She truly, truly was shocked, her feet even slipping.

"The Technique you created?!" Her eyes widened, unable to accept what was the most difficult news to believe since traveling west, "How did he learn your Technique?!" She was so astonished that her tone went up by an octave.

"You need to...calm down!" He scolded her, before continuing, "I also want to know the reason, which is why I told you to follow him. The Python Killing Technique in his hands is all topsy-turvy, completely messed up! I need to find the person who taught him this Technique and flay them alive!"

Ning Xiaoxian keenly sensed from Changtian’s stern words a hint of closeness, indicating that "the person who taught him this Technique" was likely an acquaintance of Changtian’s.

She didn’t understand, "Your created Techniques are all Demon Arts; how could a Human Clan Cultivation Disciple manage to learn it?"

Changtian snorted coldly, "Hence, I said someone has altered the Technique, also botching it terribly! But still, they made it so a Human Clan could learn it."

She remained silent. This kind of skill wasn’t something ordinary Cultivators or demons could achieve. Following Ji Zhenzong, would she soon meet the perpetrator?

Midnight had passed, the moonlight receded, casting layers of shadows across the ground. Ji Zhenzong ran ahead like a wisp of smoke, not in a straight line, but zigzagging his way around. Even where there was nothing in front, he still slunk to the edge of trees, scurrying under the shadows of the trees. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and Monthly Tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)