As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

136 I am the Immortal Behind the Encounter (3)

Jiang Ming could not help but look at him with a sense of respect.

No wonder the Liang family’s information recorded that the corpse was emitting a decaying aura. At that time, he only thought that the immortal behind the encounter had died during the battle. He did not expect it to be a corpse all along!

However, when Jiang Ming heard Zhou Pingshi’s name again, he was also shocked. It turned out that he had been creating this plan for more than a hundred years.

A Grandmaster’s life span was only about a hundred years or so. However, Marquis Zhou was astonishingly patient. He truly was ruthless.

“But why did he only take the heart of the corpse?” Jiang Ming suddenly thought of this and asked.

Dr. Sun’s eyes were dark as he spoke. He suddenly stood up and undid his clothes.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Ming was shocked.

Why was Dr. Sun being a pervert?!

However, a second later, he was stunned by what he saw.

Under Dr. Sun’s clothes, there was a large hole in his chest. It was empty, and only the blood vessels could be seen. The heart in the middle was missing.

“How is he still alive?” Jiang Ming was dumbfounded.

Dr. Sun put on his clothes again and sat down. He said lightly, “My heart is the essence of my cultivation. In order to deceive Zhou Pingshi, I had to dig out my heart and implant it in the puppet.”

“Then aren’t you completely finished? Why have you been recuperating for so long in vain? No matter how powerful Marquis Zhou is, he’s just a martial artist. Why is he like this?” Jiang Ming was shocked.

“How would an ordinary martial artist know how to deal with me? How would they know so much about me to only want to take my heart? Zhou Pingshi must be a pawn of my greatest enemy,” Dr. Sun said calmly. “He must have discovered my tracks and lured all the martial arts practitioners in the world to besiege and kill me. Only when my greatest enemy sees my heart and confirms that I’m dead will I be at ease.”

“What is the cultivation difference between you and your enemy?” Jiang Ming could not help but ask.

“I don’t remember.” Dr. Sun shook his head.

Jiang Ming frowned gloomily. “Then do you still remember any immortal techniques? Teach me a few moves!”

“I don’t remember those either.” Dr. Sun continued to shake his head.

Jiang Ming squinted. He suspected that the old man was lying to him, but he had no evidence.

“Then what do you know? So many people sought you to ask for an immortal fate, and you gave them all something. How come you don’t remember anything when it comes to me?”

“I gave them what had been brought previously,” Dr. Sun explained. “For the past thousand years, countless brave warriors and immortal cultivators have barged into this place. They have left behind layers of corpses and the treasures they had with them. There’s basically a small mountain of them now. As for myself, I used everything I needed when I was running for my life, and I threw away the rest. Other than this storage ring, I have nothing left. The battle that Zhou Pingshi started decades ago took everything else.”

Jiang Ming suddenly understood. No wonder the things he found from house to house all these years did not look so advanced. Even the immortal cultivation technique he got from the Liang family could only be cultivated to the ninth level of the Qi Refinement Realm.

Jiang Ming was rendered speechless. He glanced at Dr. Sun and felt that he truly did look like the shrewd doctor of Ji Shitang he had met all those years ago.

“However, I do have a natal technique that is rooted in my soul, and I have never forgotten it. If you want to learn it, I can teach you,” Dr. Sun said faintly.

Jiang Ming glanced at him, but he did not show any excitement. Dr. Sun had been rather shrewd all this time. Thus, he would not be surprised if this technique could secretly kill him.