As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills



Putting everything aside, they were already so old. 

How could he teach them anything new? 

However, the three old men were persistent. They looked at each other and wondered if they were not being sincere enough. They needed to show Jiang Ming they were serious about this. 

Then, the old man with the huge beard cut off his beard and took out a treasure from his pocket. 

A small shell appeared in front of Jiang Ming. 

"This is a pearl shell from the dragon race that has been deposited for thousands of years. This shell has been kissed by countless rare mermaids, and it contains endless mana." 

Seeing that the bearded old man had already shown such sincerity, the other two old men did not want to be outdone. They took out their treasures one after another. 

Seeing the three old men's sincerity, Jiang Ming suddenly felt embarrassed. "All of you, get up quickly. What are you doing? This is something that a young man like me can't accept. It's embarrassing me." 

Just as he said that, a roar sounded. "Why are you so useless? You're simply embarrassing me!" 

The one who shouted was the master of the three old men, Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong. He glared at the three old men angrily. He was disappointed in them. 

He glanced at Jiang Ming first and snorted. Then, he looked at the three old men. 

Jiang Ming could not help but feel very aggrieved. He spread out his hands. 

He was not the one who asked these three old men to acknowledge him as their master. He did not even want these three old men to acknowledge him as their master. 

The three old men trembled when they saw their master. Then, they looked at Jiang Ming helplessly and shouted at Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong, "Master, we were wrong. We shouldn't have done this." 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong took a deep breath and said, "Do you still remember the mission I gave you?" 

The three old men looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes. They asked in confusion, "What mission?" 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong smiled and looked at the three old men. "You have indeed forgotten. I want you to close the mystic realm and seal that monster." 

Hearing that there was a monster, Jiang Ming could not help but ask curiously, "What monster?" 

"Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking." 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong was extremely displeased with Jiang Ming and shouted at him. 

The elven-eared old man was grateful for Jiang Ming's help earlier and explained, "That monster often goes in and out of the mystic realm and harms people. He even used the alias "Yu Yunlong" to deceive a little girl." 

"Yu Yunlong? That's a good name. This monster has good taste," Jiang Ming said. 

The elven-eared old man and Jiang Ming's words made Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong's expression turn dark. 

"Kid, why are you interrupting me? Do you want to die?" 

"Your words sound familiar." 

Jiang Ming thought about it and sighed. 

"You!" 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong felt like he was about to explode from anger. Then, he looked at the three old men. 

"Disciples, where did this nameless manservant come from?" 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong touched his chin and looked at Jiang Ming. 

Jiang Ming was extremely uncomfortable with the way he looked at him. Jiang Ming avoided him and said, "We can talk about it in a civil manner. Don't be like this. I'm here to look for medicinal herbs." 

"What kind of herbs do you want?" 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong asked Jiang Ming curiously. 

Jiang Ming said seriously, "That herb is called long cape grass. It's said to be in the mystic realm." 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong was shocked. "Long cape grass? Why do you want long cape grass?" 

Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment and looked at Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong. "What's wrong with the long cape grass?" 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong did not know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at Jiang Ming and said, "The long cape grass grows in the monster's stomach. If you want the long cape grass, you have to cut open its stomach. Otherwise, you won't be able to get the long cape grass." 

"The monster's stomach?" 

Jiang Ming could not help but think of Sikong Wuyuan eating the saliva-covered grass with relish. 

Thinking of this scene, he could not help but shudder. 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong laughed. "You're not going to feed it to others, are you? There is a lot of poisonous saliva in the monster's stomach." 

"Can't we clean the grass?" 

Jiang Ming thought about it and asked seriously. 

"You can clean it, but how can you guarantee that your skills are good? This cleaning technique is not something that ordinary immortals could do." 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong could not help but become even more curious about Jiang Ming. "You can't enter the mystic realm now because it's about to be sealed." 

"Can't you let me in before it's sealed? I really need this long cape grass." 

Jiang Ming pursed his lips and fell silent. 

He really did not want Sikong Wuyuan and Liang Sisi to suffer any longer. 

He felt that Sikong Wuyuan and Liang Sisi could still be saved. 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong became serious. "You can enter the mystic realm, but you have to defeat me. Otherwise, I won't let you enter the mystic realm." 

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ming already knew what Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong meant. A long sword appeared in his hand. "Alright, let's begin." 

Seeing that their master and the master they wanted to acknowledge were about to fight, the three old men panicked and hurriedly knelt down to the two. 

"Can't we talk about it properly? Why do we have to brandish our weapons? What is there to argue about? We are all family." 

The old man with the huge beard was the first to speak. His eyes were filled with anxiety. 

The moss-covered old man immediately chimed in, "That's right, Master. I beg you to understand one thing. If you two have a conflict, it will be very difficult for us." 

"What a bunch of useless guys!" 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong was infuriated. The horsetail whisk in his hand hit the three old men. 

Jiang Ming looked at Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong and tried to talk to him. "This is between the two of us. It has nothing to do with the others. Let's get started. I really need to enter the mystic realm, so don't waste my time." 

Originally, Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong wanted to teach his disciples a good lesson. 

Seeing this, he felt that there was nothing wrong with what Jiang Ming said, so he agreed immediately. "You're right. Let's do it." 

Jiang Ming heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong agree. 

If Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong continued to persist, he did not know when he would be able to obtain the long cape grass. 

Sikong Wuyuan and Liang Sisi's treatment could not be delayed. No matter what, he could not let Liang Sisi and Sikong Wuyuan continue like this for the rest of their lives. 

Thinking of this, Jiang Ming became even more serious, and his eyes became sharp. 

Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong was not to be outdone either. The horsetail whisk in his hand was eager to attack Jiang Ming. 

After a while, the two of them began to spar. 

The horsetail whisk was used very nimbly by Cultivation Priest Zhou Yong, and it was completely capable of facing Jiang Ming's sword.