There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 113: Trinity! The Transformation of the Heavenly Change! Transform me into a king!

She lightly bites her lip, her eyes filled with affection.

Hantan, who is sitting on the ground, looks at Xia Ming in front of her with an innocent expression.

Anyone who sees this scene would probably be unable to move.

The female cultivators on the side, upon seeing this scene, all secretly give their thumbs up.

Wow, this charm technique is so captivating! I can't help but admire it!

Although Hantan looks foolish, she actually hides her true abilities.

Unfortunately, some people are missing an eye and can't see such a beautiful scene clearly.

Xia Ming furrows his brow slowly as he looks at his useless disciple.

"My useless disciple... she's only at the early stage of Foundation Building!"

Even if she's useless, he still has to support her!

After all, Xia Ming's disciple is a little rich woman.

He grabs Hantan's wrist and naturally supports her waist.

In the moment of contact, Xia Ming's expression suddenly changes.

Why is Hantan as soft as water!

Her waist is slender and boneless.

Following Xia Ming's arm, Hantan falls directly downwards.

The whole process is exceptionally smooth, and helplessly, Xia Ming can only exert a little more force.

From a distance, it seems like Xia Ming has already embraced his useless disciple in his arms.

Silence surrounds them, their breaths audible. But at this moment, blushing Hantan speaks again.

"Master... Master... you're hurting me."

As soon as Hantan says this, Xia Ming suddenly feels a chilling killing intent attacking his neck, bone-chilling coldness that cuts straight to his neck.

To put it mildly, Xia Ming feels like his head is about to fall off.

Damn it!

It's just the beginning of winter! Where did this cold wind come from, so cold!

Does speaking make one blush? Probably not, at most it just accelerates the heartbeat.

No, no, no! It's not just an accelerated heartbeat, it's the irregular rotation of flesh and blood gears.

Xia Ming calmly looks at Hantan in his arms. "Disciple, the world is dangerous!"

"Huh?"

Hantan blinks her big watery eyes, and her small hands nervously grip Xia Ming's robe.

Up until now, Hantan's brain still can't wrap around what's happening. She has no idea what's going on.

Greedy for the scent on Xia Ming's body, Hantan's legs quietly come together under her skirt.

Actually, Hantan doesn't know what kind of scent Xia Ming has on him.

But what she knows is that the scent is captivating to her.

A bit deep, yet a bit shallow.

Deep as an abyss, shallow as a cloud, like aged wine, layered with mysterious fragrance.

With just a sip, one would plunge directly into boundless darkness.

Enduring the murderous gaze behind him, Xia Ming angrily looked at his weak disciple.

"Han Dong'er! Stand up straight when you speak to me! With your current appearance, how can you maintain any dignity?"

As soon as Xia Ming spoke, Han Dong'er immediately slumped down.

Like a slippery snake, Xia Ming couldn't hold her back.

Han Dong'er sat on the ground, blinking her innocent big eyes, tears the size of soybeans swirling in her eye sockets.

"Master... Master... Please don't be angry with me... I'm about to..."

Seeing Han Dong'er about to say that word, Xia Ming panicked as well.

He squatted down and covered Han Dong'er's mouth with his hand.

Xia Ming still wanted to continue living in Tianhe Sect. If Han Dong'er were to say that word, his reputation would be ruined.

"Master... Master... Wuuu..."

"Shut up!"

"Wuuu..."

Xia Ming sternly glared at Han Dong'er and said firmly,

"When I ask you something, you answer. Don't speak nonsense."

"Wuu... Okay..."

Slowly releasing his hand, Xia Ming looked at his disciple with lingering fear.

"Han Dong'er, do you have spirit stones?"

"Yes..."

"Borrow thirty thousand spirit stones from me. I'll repay you in the future."

"Okay..."

Taking the embroidered storage bag handed over by Han Dong'er, Xia Ming scanned it with his divine sense, looking at Han Dong'er in a complex manner.

"Wait for me here, don't run away."

After saying this, Xia Ming walked directly towards the old man in sheepskin.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the female cultivators were almost popping out in astonishment.

"Do you think Yin Shiqi is afraid of losing just one eye?" Xu Miao said, and the other female cultivators nodded in agreement.

Leaving such a disciple unattended to deal with an old man in sheepskin?

Just as Xu Miao was about to speak, she heard Han Dong'er anxiously say,

"Sister Miao, quickly! Help me up! Hurry!"

Quickly supporting Han Dong'er and looking at the heavily wrinkled hem of her skirt, a ridiculously absurd speculation suddenly came to Xu Miao's mind.

Shaking her head vigorously, Xu Miao angrily looked at the blushing Han Dong'er.

Clutching the storage bag in his hand, Xia Ming could only say that he had underestimated Han Dong'er's wealth.

In that embroidered storage bag, there were unexpectedly packed with one hundred thousand spirit stones.

One hundred thousand spirit stones!

How many Foundation Building Pills is that? It's simply terrifying!

Could it be that Han Dong'er is the illegitimate daughter of the old sect master?

No, wait a minute. Could that dark and gloomy guy produce such a moist and beautiful girl?

Forget it, forget it, let's first take the Purple Thunder Flying Sword.

With thirty Foundation Building Pills, plus thirty thousand spirit stones, Xia Ming finally obtained those ten Purple Thunder Flying Swords.

To be honest, these ninety thousand spirit stones were well spent.

Before the great chaos, even with money, one couldn't buy such a complete set of flying swords.

Moreover, the quality of these ten flying swords is also excellent.

That transparent purple color, at the very least, was refined from thousand-year Purple Thunder Bamboo.

After buying the Purple Thunder Flying Swords, Xia Ming also took some other elixirs and exchanged them with the old man with sheepskin for some Purple Bamboo Spirit Swords.

Turning around to return the storage bag to Han Dong'er, Xia Ming directly froze in place.

Huh?

Where did my weak disciple go?

At the same time, inside Han Dong'er's room.

Blushing, Han Dong'er directly hid her entire body under the quilt, while next to her bed sat the helpless Xu Miao.

Poking the "big white worm" in the quilt with her hand, Xu Miao said speechlessly, "Dong'er, what happened to you just now... Is there no sign of improvement in your body?"

"Sister Miao, please don't say anything. Sob... I've already restrained myself."

"Sister Miao, do you think Master will ignore me...?"

"Master seemed very angry just now... Is he angry at me...?"

A heavy slap landed on the bed, and Xu Miao scolded coldly.

"How dare he! He took your money, and he still dares to ignore you!"

"There's no such rule in the world! The Heavenly River Sect is not the personal sect of Yin Shiqi!"

Before Xu Miao finished speaking, the jade slip next to Han Dong'er's pillow began to tremble incessantly.

Hearing this movement, Han Dong'er's body trembled violently.

[Han Dong'er, where did you go? Come to the Qingdai Peak, I have something to find you.]

Slowly sticking out half of her head, Han Dong'er held the jade slip in her hand and tremblingly replied,

"Master, I... I... don't feel well."

[Alright, come again tomorrow morning.]

"Master... I won't feel well tomorrow either..."

[Alright.]

...

Clutching the jade tablet in her hand, Han Dong'er's face turned red in the cold winter, and she slowly retreated back into her blanket.

Seeing this scene, Xu Miao couldn't help but ask again, "What? You don't want to see him? Well, that's fine. Let him wait a few more days!"

Before Xu Miao could finish speaking, a timid whisper came from under the bedding.

"I... I want to see..."

The words got stuck in her throat, and Xu Miao poked Han Dong'er again.

"Then why don't you go see him? He's actively looking for you."

"I... I'm afraid... afraid he won't pay attention to me..."

"You, oh you, are beyond help!"

...

Inside Qingdai Peak's alchemy room.

Xia Ming consecutively refined ten Purple Thunder Flying Swords, first dripping blood to plant soul thoughts, and then planting ten lotus flower imprints.

Now these ten Purple Thunder Flying Swords can either blend into the Bluetooth Sword Formation or serve as the core of the formation, leading thousands of iron swords to surround the enemy. They can also detach from the Bluetooth Sword Formation at any time and follow Xia Ming's command.

And this is the terrifying aspect of the Bluetooth Sword Formation. It only requires a small amount of spiritual power to maintain, relying mainly on Xia Ming's personal biological magnetic field perception.

With the help of the Bluetooth imprints, Xia Ming can manipulate all the flying swords within the magnetic field coverage. The closer the distance, the stronger the control. Within the magnetic field coverage, the effect of Bluetooth-controlled swords is no less than that of a cultivator's soul-controlled swords.

And the true terror of the Bluetooth Sword Formation lies in this.

Within Xia Ming's biological magnetic field, he can completely hide the soul-controlled swords in the Bluetooth Sword Formation. At a critical moment, the soul-controlled swords can suddenly strike.

Xia Ming's miracles originate from magnetic field induction. Nowadays, the Bluetooth Sword Formation and the Soul Possession Technique both rely on Xia Ming's personal biological magnetic field.

Xia Ming gradually understands his strengths and has a general direction for development. What Xia Ming needs to do is constantly expand his biological magnetic field.

Then, within the magnetic field, he will continuously strengthen his offensive methods, ultimately forming his own invincible pure land, an eternal place!

"What I need to do is to create a change within my own biological magnetic field, to transform myself into a king!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xia Ming suddenly froze.

Hmm?

Something's not right!

Immortal Continent?

Could it be that the Immortal Continent operates on the same principle?

Different paths, same destination? Are the immortals in the Immortal Continent also unbeatable?

Xia Ming is not clear about the operating principle of the Immortal Continent, but he has some guesses about his own path to immortality.

The lower dantian represents the Refining Spirit Great Dao, the middle dantian represents the physical body, so what about the upper dantian?

There's no need to think about it, right!?

The upper dantian represents the soul.

Trinity, the place where I stand, is the Immortal Continent!

I am the one and only True Immortal in this world!

Hahaha!

(End of this chapter)