Chapter 717 - 499: Ruined Temple, Martial World Bloodshed (Part 2)

He blurted out: "It’s actually an Immortal!"

The Young Manor Master fell to his knees with a "thud", this sudden action left Wang Xing, who was just about to challenge him with the Fireball Technique, dumbfounded.

Wang Xing furrowed his brow and loudly questioned the Young Manor Master: "What exactly are you up to?"

It was evident that the previous encounter left a significant psychological shadow on Wang Xing, considering he was currently only at the second layer of Qi Refining, still facing certain dangers.

"Greetings, Immortal Master."

"I beg the Immortal Master to check whether I have a Spirit Root and to teach me the ways of Immortal Cultivation."

The eyes of the Young Manor Master of the Nameless Manor turned red, tears streaming down as he loudly pleaded.

Upon hearing these words, Zheng Yi and Wang Xing exchanged puzzled looks, not quite understanding what the other party meant.

Wang Xing seemed unsure, looking over to Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi sighed and stepped forward.

"Did you not get that Immortal Cultivation Technique?

Just practice it directly.

If you succeed, it means you have a Spirit Root; if you can’t sense the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth, that means you don’t have a Spirit Root.

Is such a simple reasoning hard to guess?"

Zheng Yi spoke in a calm tone.

In just a few words, Zheng Yi reached the Young Manor Master’s side.

Seeing Zheng Yi step in.

The Young Manor Master of the Nameless Manor understood that Zheng Yi was indeed the stronger of the two.

The Young Manor Master felt a mixture of relief for surviving the ordeal yet was slightly embarrassed, quickly explaining to Zheng Yi: "Please, Immortal Master, discern clearly."

He spoke.

Without hesitation, he took out the Cultivation Technique book he had kept closely on him.

This Cultivation Technique was bound with yellowish paper, its corners worn and looking quite old.

The Young Manor Master respectfully handed it to Zheng Yi without mentioning any conditions.

Often in this world, what is exceedingly valuable to some people may be seen as worthless to others.

Zheng Yi took the Cultivation Technique, casually glanced through it, and laughed: "This isn’t an Immortal Cultivator’s Cultivation Technique, but rather a cultivator’s Magic."

With that, Zheng Yi raised his right hand.

Spiritual Power surged, and suddenly several Fireball Techniques appeared out of nowhere, followed by Ice Arrow Technique, Wind Blade Technique, Light Body Technique, and other techniques demonstrated before the Young Manor Master of the Nameless Manor.

"As for whether you have a Spirit Root or not..."

Zheng Yi squatted down, considering that the other party had given him a Divine Technique Manual.

He took the Young Manor Master’s pulse, sending a stream of Spiritual Power coursing into his body.

Zheng Yi’s eyes slightly narrowed, a bit surprised in his heart.

"You actually do have a Spirit Root."

Zheng Yi stated calmly, "But whether the Spirit Root is of middle, lower, or top grade, I can’t determine, but you can indeed cultivate."

As soon as Zheng Yi finished speaking.

Instantly, the face of the Young Manor Master lit up with joy.

Having a Spirit Root meant that everything he had done before had meaning.

Just then, Wang Xing chuckled leisurely.

Looking at the Young Manor Master, although he no longer held the disdain he once felt for mortals, there was a playful expression on his face: "I heard people say, you were involved in patricide and filicide.

You also stole your master’s Inheritance Cultivation Technique, could it be this Divine Technique Manual?

People like that, Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi and I wouldn’t assist. We might have to eliminate evil for the good of the people."

With Wang Xing’s reminder, Zheng Yi’s gaze at the Young Manor Master became playful.

Seeing such a drastic change in the two men’s attitudes.

The Young Manor Master’s heart sank instantly as if falling into an ice cellar.

He hurriedly explained: "Please, Immortal Masters, be discerning, the Nameless Manor was subjected to divisive schemes by other Martial World factions.

My uncle colluded with outsiders to seize the Manor Master’s position and spread these rumors.

As for that Inheritance Cultivation Technique, my master originally passed it to me. I am his only disciple. This Secret Manual would eventually come into my possession, why would I commit such an unjust act?"

With the Young Manor Master of the Nameless Manor’s explanation, matters became more intricate and mysterious.

Zheng Yi faintly smiled.

He looked at the other party and casually returned the booklet.

He had already read through the Divine Techniques in the booklet, the content was ingrained in his mind, adhering to the cultivation method described, it wouldn’t take long to practice it.

Though these techniques were somewhat unconventional, fortunately, they weren’t part of the Demonic Path.

Even if performed in the Wang Family of Piaomiao Mountain, there shouldn’t be much trouble.

"The one who needs to prove himself is you, not us.

In a month, we’ll pass by this Mountain God Temple again.

If you can present solid evidence, we will lead you onto the path of Immortal Cultivation, teaching you Immortal Cultivation Techniques, and providing cultivation resources. Your future prospects will depend on your fortune.

Everything next relies on destiny."

Zheng Yi said, pulling out a Spirit-attracting Pill from his Storage Ring, "This pill can assist you in reaching the Innate Realm in the Martial World, presumably enhancing your ability to gather evidence.

In a month, we’ll wait for you."

After finishing, Zheng Yi glanced outside the Mountain God Temple, the sky had turned clear from overcast.

Many events unfolded within the temple; it was time to leave.

Zheng Yi gave Wang Xing a knowing look, who then promptly stood up.

The two walked to the official road together.

Bai Mochen, the Young Manor Master of the Nameless Manor, took a deep breath, receiving the Spirit-attracting Pill and grasping it tightly.

"Innate Realm, cultivation path, here I, Bai Mochen, come.

Thank you, both seniors, I, Bai Mochen, will never forget today’s kindness!"

Bai Mochen proclaimed loudly, making his vow.

He gritted his teeth, intending to first find a safe place, take this Spirit-attracting Pill, and then attend to other matters.

He knew he still had time.

Boarded the carriage.

This time, Wang Xing fully assumed the role of the driver, while Zheng Yi inside the carriage began to transcribe the earlier Divine Techniques.

The two took turns resting, as night fell, they were approaching the outskirts of Wang Family Village.

"Are we there yet?"

Zheng Yi’s voice came from the carriage.

A campfire was already lit outside.

They had long left the previous section, the surrounding no longer damp.

The two arrived at a nearby inn.

"Yes!"

Wang Xing rushed over.

Steadily catching the booklet that Zheng Yi tossed, holding it tightly in his arms.

Having been with the Wang family for many years, Wang Xing had long learned to read and write, transforming from the illiterate he once was to a knowledgeable person today.

He opened the booklet to look, and couldn’t help but say: "It’s actually this kind of Demonic Path Secret Technique—Blood Escape.

This compresses much of the body’s Spiritual Power and Dantian Power to one point, as it’s just a general Qi Refining realm divine power, the aftermath isn’t severe.

After using this technique, one can perform the Escape Technique to transform into a Blood Shield, with speed comparable to ordinary late-stage Qi Refining cultivators.

If one’s realm is high enough, the speed will significantly increase, and the only side effect is a period of weakness, with no harm to the Spirit Root.

Can we learn this divine power?"

Wang Xing looked over at Zheng Yi.

"Of course, it’s not malicious, is it?"

Zheng Yi said while getting off the carriage and walking into the inn.

Wang Xing nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the world and the Cultivation Realm.

There weren’t many people he could trust, Zheng Yi was definitely one among them.

The next day, the two journeyed again.

Once more reaching Wang Family Village.

The Wang Family Village appeared very different from how Zheng Yi remembered, and Wang Xing also found the changes astonishing.

In just a year.

The Wang Family Village seemed to have turned into Wang Family Town, such changes were truly astonishing.

Wang Xing quickly returned home, while Zheng Yi, having no home in the village, went to the village head’s courtyard.

There, he saw a fence surrounding the courtyard, with a three-entry red-brick annex. If Spiritual Qi were to envelop it, it almost mirrored his residence in the Wang family of Piaomiao Mountain.

"Grandfather Village Head."

Zheng Yi greeted the village head, who was exercising in the courtyard.

The village head’s muscles were tensed, far from the aged and frail figure in his memory, filled with Essence, Qi, and Spirit, his hair even having turned black again, indicating he had likely reached the Innate Realm, with his Primordial Qi replenished.

Otherwise, at his age, even if amazingly adept in Martial Dao, his days would be numbered.

As for Longevity Pills, with Zheng Yi’s current status, they were out of his reach.

"So it’s you, Zheng Yi."