The Secret Way of Immortality

Old Coffin couldn't help but cough, dark red blood spurting from the mouth on the back of his head.

Only then did Ren Qing notice that Old Coffin's newly transplanted right arm had already developed corpse spots, indicating his extremely poor physical condition.

He quickly helped Old Coffin.

When Ren Qing came into contact with Old Coffin, a stream of information surged before his eyes.

【Jin Bing Tian】

【Age: Seventy-eight】

【Lifespan: Thirty-five days】

【Art: Xuan Tian Fa (Nascent Soul Stage)】

【Xuan Tian Fa】

【Cultivation requires absorbing true essence to circulate around the meridians until it returns to the Qi Sea Acupoint. Only when one's own blood flows backward can it be cultivated successfully.】

Ren Qing frowned slightly. Old Coffin's original name was Jin Bing Tian. Although he had thirty-five days of lifespan left, he could die at any time.

Old Coffin had already sensed the depletion of his lifespan, so his temperament was somewhat eccentric.

Ren Qing didn't expect that Old Coffin was actually cultivating the core technique of the Wuwei Taoist Temple, the Xuan Tian Fa.

However, "Xuan Tian Fa" had obviously been adapted, without the need for the Heavenly Dao Insect to parasitize the body, and it was more adapted to the Remnant Moon Realm.

Ren Qing inevitably wanted to obtain the technique from Old Coffin.

There was no Heavenly Dao Insect in Old Coffin's body. Even if his cultivation reached the Nascent Soul Stage, comparable to the Yin Messenger Realm, the improvement to his soul was still minimal.

Unless his lifespan was extended, his life force would be cut off.

"Take your coffin away, do I need you to support me?"

Old Coffin brushed Ren Qing away with an angry expression, wiped away the bloodstains on his own, and then walked quickly towards Sanmu Lane.

Ren Qing carried the coffin behind him. At this time, the streets were already empty.

The people hid in their homes, and faint screams could still be heard in the distance, indicating that the cultivators were not soft-hearted in their slaughter.

However, this act would at most kill hundreds of people, not enough for Morning Street to show signs of getting out of control.

Ren Qing could see that Old Coffin was a bit gloomy. He put down the coffin and prepared to close the shop door.

Ren Qing tentatively asked again: "Old Coffin, I'm afraid there will be many coffins after tomorrow. Will you have enough time then?"

"It doesn't matter if there's one more coffin from you."

How could Old Coffin not understand the meaning of Ren Qing's words, but he was really exhausted from his lifespan and didn't bother to think about what would happen after his death.

He softened his tone and said, "You go. Stay indoors these few days and don't go out easily. Just get through it."

"Old Coffin, farewell."

Ren Qing did not place all his hopes of obtaining the technique on Old Coffin, after all, Morning Street was not the only cultivator.

However, dealing with those cultivators would probably require the use of special methods.

Ren Qing stepped back to the courtyard, even using the Heavenly Dao Heavy Pupils along the way.

He found that he was indeed not being watched by hidden cultivators, but those people gradually began to suffer deaths and injuries.

Ren Qing also realized that in the darkest corners of Morning Street, egoists like Old Coffin, who didn't care about anything, were actually quite normal.

He deliberately concealed his aura, minimizing his presence.

"Hehehe…"

A strange laugh rang out.

An old man who looked like a groom walked into the alley, and when he came out not long after, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood.

Or a gentle and lovely courtesan who actually eats people without spitting out bones.

For these cultivators, the order of Morning Street must be maintained. On weekdays, they would even take the initiative to solve troubles.

However, the appearance of the Infant Fox gave them an excuse to kill.

Theoretically, as long as all the people who knew the name of the Infant Fox were killed, the crisis could be stopped.

But in fact, even they themselves already knew that the arrival of the Strange Dao was a foregone conclusion, an inevitable disaster.

Now it was just a carnival.

Ren Qing knew that the slaughter would only last for about two days, otherwise the order of Morning Street would collapse, and this place would become a real "prison".

He sat cross-legged in the廂房厢房, thinking about how to intervene.

Currently, Jing Prefecture was in a battle between the Blood Moon and the Heavenly Dao Insect. It was not difficult to kill a Foundation Establishment or Core Formation cultivator silently.

However, there was indeed a lot of room for manipulation in it. If a Ghost Market could be built, he could even consider setting up hidden traps.

"Only two days…"

Ren Qing closed his eyes, and the separated soul, along with the ghost shadow, came to the prison in his abdomen.

The separated soul's Ze Immortal head was in the center, and its appearance immediately transformed into the Three Flowers Gather on the Crown, Five Qi Towards the Origin, carrying a strange and inexplicable immortal aura.

He reached out and pinched the Heavenly Dao Dream Seed, embedding it above his eyebrows.

The ghost shadow then wrapped around the separated soul, allowing the latter to borrow the Youyuan of the Heavenly Dao Insect.

In this way, the separated soul immediately transformed into a Heavenly Dao cultivator, and even the aura it emitted was far more mysterious than Ren Qing had expected.

The "immortal" of the Ze people, the "dao" of the Heavenly Dao Insect, and the "illusion" of the Dream Seed.

The three auras had a mysterious connection, and they were also closely related to each other, making the appearance of the separated soul more and more mysterious.

Seeing this, Ren Qing's heart moved.

The Ze Immortal head in the center became blurred, and then transformed into the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, and the Nightmare Demon head on the right became the Spiritual Treasure Heavenly Venerable.

The aura of the separated soul became even more terrifying. Anyone who came from a Taoist background would not dare to look directly at it.

The Heavenly Dao Dream Seed between the eyebrows emitted a faint light, and then a finger pointed on the lake island, and a hazy Taoist temple loomed.

Ren Qing suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and tried to maintain the Dream Butterfly Technique.

After a while, the Taoist temple turned into a physical entity.

The Taoist temple had white walls and green tiles, a weeping willow in the courtyard, and next to it was a spring gushing with wine, with a jade gourd magic weapon suspended above it.

The wine gourd had been refined into a Strange Fetus Artifact. Although it had not yet been integrated into a Strange Object, it was obviously not an ordinary magic weapon.

Ren Qing nodded in satisfaction. Everything had to be done step by step.

It was not easy for the Heavenly Dao Dream Seed to transform into a Ghost Market. For the time being, he could only build a Taoist temple, but it was enough to deal with the current situation.

He couldn't help but open his eyes and walked from the courtyard to the quiet residential area.

It was currently the end of the slaughter, so fewer and fewer cultivators were participating, and the streets began to have a little more vitality.

As for whether the source of the Infant Fox's spread had been discovered, most cultivators probably didn't care, after all, the matter had already happened.

Ren Qing looked at the sky, there were still three or four hours before night.

He wandered around the residential area silently, actually observing the restless cultivators, looking for a suitable target among them.

Ren Qing quickly had a choice. He deliberately entered an empty house nearby, and lit candles while closing the doors and windows.

The faint light was like a firefly in the night, always attracting attention.

A man covered in sores walked out of the shadows. Not only was he ugly, but he also had a congenital disability with legs of different lengths.

Yuan Si swallowed, his triangular eyes staring at the lighted house.

After the cultivators slaughtered, which one wasn't making a lot of money? Only he was still thin and emaciated, and his stomach kept making noises.

Yuan Si covered his stomach and muttered to himself, "This house has been uninhabited for the past few days, but now someone suddenly lives there. Maybe it's the spreader…"

"It's not too much for me to kill him, not too much at all…"

Yuan Si seemed to be comforting his remaining conscience, and also seemed to be looking for a reason, staggering towards the house.

But when he really got to the door, he hesitated.

In fact, most people in the world are like Yuan Si. They can't do good deeds, and they don't have the courage to do evil, hesitating and ultimately ending up with a complete death.

The wooden door slowly opened with a creak, and a heart-piercing aroma of wine permeated.

Yuan Si swallowed and walked hesitantly into the house, and soon noticed a glass of crystal clear wine on the table.

The wine evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, not giving him a chance to choose at all, forming a wine mist that poured into Yuan Si's mouth and nose.

Bang!

Yuan Si fell asleep, and soon snoring sounded.

He felt like he was having an extremely vague lucid dream, but his consciousness was unconscious, as if his soul was separated from his body.

Yuan Si secretly thought it was bad. Could it be that there was really a cultivator above the Nascent Soul stage hidden in Morning Street? Otherwise, how could he have attacked him silently?

With his Foundation Establishment cultivation, he seemed to have no power to resist.

When Yuan Si regained consciousness, he suddenly noticed that the surroundings were actually a Taoist temple, and a thick fog shrouded the world.

The willow tree swayed in the wind, and the crystal clear wine spring was not of this world.

What surprised him the most was that a deafening whale song rang out, and a huge black shadow faintly appeared in the clouds.

Yuan Si's eyes flickered with light, as if he had returned to twenty years ago.

At that time, he was not yet trapped in Morning Street, and he traveled around Jing Prefecture with his master, and it was at that time that he heard about various rare and exotic animals.

"The Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. When it transforms into a bird, its name is Peng. The back of the Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is…"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a crack open in the clouds.

A two-headed immortal came from the sky, with cranes surrounding him, accompanied by golden branches and jade leaves growing on the ground.

"Immortal… There really are immortals in the world…"

Yuan Si had never dreamed of becoming an immortal, but at this moment, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and even wished to offer his heart and lungs.

The separated soul stood in front of Yuan Si, and the latter knelt down piously.

Ren Qing couldn't use all the excuses he wanted, and after a few breaths, he said, "Yuan Si, are you willing to attain the Dao and transcend?"

"I am willing…"

"This is an Immortal Market, which opens once every thirty days. You can enter with a voucher."

Ren Qing pointed at Yuan Si's forehead, leaving a trace of the Heavenly Dao Dream Seed aura in his Niwan Palace.

The aura was subtle and undetectable unless Yuan Si's Niwan Palace was attacked, otherwise it could not be found at all.

Even if the Niwan Palace was damaged, the aura could dissipate at any time.

Yuan Si looked at Ren Qing in disbelief, his mind was in chaos, and he had long been undefended due to the influence of the Dream Butterfly Technique.

"You can exchange for what you want in the Immortal Market, but you must pay the price."

"The price…"

Yuan Si was still thinking, but Ren Qing directly extracted memories from his already tacitly approved soul, and a thick book suddenly appeared in his hand.

The book was called "Earth Filth Technique", which was exactly the technique he needed.

The memories obtained in this way were relatively complete, and there was no need to worry about their authenticity.

"Yuan Si, what do you want?"

Ren Qing was preparing to have Yuan Si recruit people for him, so naturally he would give him some benefits.

But Yuan Si sighed and said, "Immortal Venerable, my master never gave me a Taoist name before his death. Could you…"

Ren Qing opened his mouth, anyway, the Ze Immortal head was wearing the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's vest, so he simply said, "You will be called Guangchengzi."

"Thank you, Immortal Venerable."

Yuan Si was grateful and wept bitterly.

Ren Qing flipped through the book and noticed the revised Heavenly Dao Technique's cultivation method, and suddenly became enlightened, giving rise to a bold idea.

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