The entry for cultivating immortality states that after dying a hundred times, I attained immortalit

There is no sun or moon underground.

Jiang Bai remained seated in meditation, and his Corpse Poison Body was slowly being drawn in, transforming into black energy that seeped into his body through his skin pores.

The "Hundred Poisons Tempering Technique" started operating on its own.

This technique inherently requires absorbing and refining various deadly poisons to temper the physical body. Now, with the blessing of the [Corpse Poison Body], the speed of absorbing Earth Yin Corpse Poison has increased considerably.

The gray-black energy flowed through the meridians, barely piecing together the broken meridians wherever it passed. While it wasn't a complete cure, it prevented the condition from worsening.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Bai's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he opened his eyes.

A glint of red light flashed deep within his pupils, before his eyes regained their clarity in an instant.

The Corpse Poison Body brings not only physical changes, but also sharpens the five senses under the long-term influence of the Yin energy of the earth.

Jiang Bai slowly moved his fingers, without feeling any stiffness.

The wound in his chest from the bone spear had long since scabbed over, revealing the new flesh beneath.

The color is slightly darker than the surrounding area, with a faint grayish-white tint.

He looked down at his right arm; the poison scar had faded considerably.

Beneath the scars, one could faintly sense a lurking poison.

"Fortunately, my cultivation level hasn't dropped."

Jiang Bai looked into his dantian and found that the total amount of spiritual energy was almost the same as before he fell into a coma. However, when it flowed, it had a few more sinister characteristics of corpse poison, and the color had changed from dark green to dark gray.

However, the resilience of the meridians has improved considerably.

The meridians, which were originally riddled with holes by the bone poison, became exceptionally strong and resilient under the repeated tempering of the corpse poison, making them able to withstand even more violent spiritual energy.

This was an unexpected surprise.

Jiang Bai stood up, and dirt fell from his body.

He raised his hands upwards, and his spiritual energy surged forth, condensing into a rotating cone-shaped energy blast above his head.

It was the rudimentary spell "Rock Piercing Cone" that came with the "Hundred Poisons Tempering Technique".

The energy penetrated the soil above his head, scattering the mud and gravel. Jiang Bai's body floated up, and after half an incense stick's time, his head suddenly felt lighter, and the sunlight shone through.

He emerged from the ground, stood at the edge of the shallow pit, and looked around.

This place is a barren slope outside the burial mound, about twenty feet away from where the soldiers were originally buried.

The burial site is now barren, the ground a sickly gray-black, and the air thick with a faint smell of decay.

"As expected, this is a place where corpse poison gathers."

Jiang Bai looked at his hands.

It was the passive effect of the [Corpse Poison Body] that caused the corpse poison miasma to unconsciously dissipate during the period of feigned death, transforming the surrounding area into a poisonous land suitable for corpse path cultivators to cultivate.

With a slight thought, he activated the entry.

A thin layer of grayish-black mist seeped from the pores of his body, condensing into a faint layer of armor on his skin. As the mist swirled, the surrounding light dimmed slightly.

【Corpse Poison Armor】—This is a derivative application of 【Corpse Poison Body】, which covers the body with corpse poison miasma, which can not only resist ordinary sword and blade cuts, but also corrode anything it touches.

Jiang Bai tried it out and found that the solidity of the armor varied with the output of spiritual power. It could cover the whole body at most, but the consumption also increased. With his current spiritual power cultivation, he could only maintain it for half an incense stick's time.

"That's enough."

He removed his armor and took out a blood-stained knife from his bosom.

Jiang Bai infused his spiritual power, causing the blade to hum and a more ferocious thirst for blood than before to surge forth.

Are you hungry too?

Jiang Bai stroked the blade, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Just then, voices came from the hillside to the east.

"The compass points to this area; search carefully!"

"Brother Wang, this burial mound is eerily gloomy. That kid's dead, what use are his bones now?"

"You know nothing! Elder Yin Gu personally gave the order. That kid is hiding something strange. Even if he dies, the remaining fragments of poisonous patterns are still treasures. Besides, he still has that knife."

Three figures strode quickly down the slope, each wearing a blood-red short jacket with fang patterns embroidered on the chest.

They were from Bloodtooth Village.

The leader was a bald man with a face full of scars, at the sixth level of Qi Refining. He held a palm-sized bronze compass in his palm, the pointer of which was trembling slightly, pointing in the direction of Jiang Bai.

Two people followed behind him, one tall and one short, both with the cultivation level of the fifth stage of Qi Refining.

The moment the bald man looked up, he met Jiang Bai's gaze, who was standing by the shallow pit.

Their eyes met, and the bald man was first taken aback, then immediately became somewhat panicked.

Although the person in front of him was dressed in tattered gray robes and covered in dust, he stood upright like a pine tree, and his eyes were clear and sharp. He did not look like a dead person at all.

"You're still alive?!"

"Did the Old Man of Yin Bones send you?"

The bald man instinctively took a half step back, and the pointer of the compass in his hand trembled even more violently.

He stared intently at Jiang Bai, then suddenly noticed the fading scar on the other man's right arm, and a greedy glint flashed in his eyes.

"The traces of the True Blood Poison Pattern are still there!"

He licked his chapped lips, his surprise turning into a ferocious grin: "Boy, Elder Yin Bone originally only wanted to take your life. You survived by sheer luck, so you should have stayed far away. Why did you dare to show yourself?"

The tall cultivator beside him scoffed, "Brother Wang, why waste words with him? Just capture him and take him back; the elders might even offer a hefty reward!"

The short monk also drew his short sword from his waist.

The three people slowly surrounded each other in a triangular formation.

Jiang Bai remained standing in the same spot, without even making a move to draw his sword.

He looked down at his right hand, his five fingers slowly clenching together. Grayish-black corpse poison and miasma seeped out from between his fingers, condensing into a swirling cloud of mist in his palm.

"Perfect."

He looked up and grinned.

"Try out the new techniques you've learned."

The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly moved!

Instead of rushing straight forward, he darted to the left—with the activation of [Shadow Stealth], his figure transformed into a blurry gray shadow in the gray-white light, his aura instantly concealed as if it were a stubborn rock by the roadside.

"Be careful!"

The bald man shouted loudly and threw the compass in his hand.

The compass spun rapidly in mid-air, casting a pale yellow light that enveloped an area of ​​five zhang in radius. This was a magical artifact specifically designed to detect concealment techniques. Wherever the light swept across, Jiang Bai's figure immediately revealed a blurry outline three zhang to his left.

"There it is!"

The tall cultivator reacted the fastest, his hands moving swiftly to form hand seals, and a crimson fire serpent materialized out of thin air, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at the silhouette.

A fiery serpent pierced through his body.

But they came up empty-handed!

That was merely a residual image left behind by [Shadow Stealth].

The real Jiang Bai had already silently circled behind the short cultivator the instant the light barrier expanded. He didn't use his sword; his right palm, imbued with a dense layer of gray-black corpse poison miasma, lightly struck the other's back.

The short monk sensed the chilling wind approaching from behind, turned around in horror, and held his short sword horizontally in front of his chest to block.

The palm and the knife collided.

Instead of the expected clang of metal, there was only a dull "thud".

The moment the blade of the short sword touched the poisonous miasma, a layer of grayish-white rust appeared on its surface at a visible speed, and the originally bright blade quickly became dull and lifeless.

The short cultivator felt a chilling, bone-deep poison surge upwards along the meridians of his arm, instantly numbing his entire right arm and causing his skin to quickly turn a deathly gray.

"poison?!"

He screamed and retreated abruptly.

But Jiang Bai's left hand had already arrived.

It was the same palm strike, this time to his chest.

The short cultivator's robes were instantly corroded, leaving a palm print on his chest. The flesh beneath quickly turned black and shrank, revealing his ribs. He opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out. His eyes bulged out, and he fell straight backward.

From the moment the palm strike was unleashed to the moment of death, it took only two breaths.

The bald man and the tall monk felt a chill run down their spines.

What kind of poison is this? How could it cause a wound to decay like this!

"Attack together!"

The bald man gritted his teeth, pulled out a talisman from his pocket, and slapped it onto his body, causing a layer of earth-yellow armor to appear on his skin. He clenched his fists, the knuckles gleaming with a metallic sheen, and charged forward, throwing a punch at Jiang Baimian's face.

The tall cultivator also made his move at the same time. This time, instead of fire snakes, he used three rotating wind blades to block Jiang Bai's escape routes.

Jiang Bai neither dodged nor avoided.

The gray-black mist around him suddenly thickened, and the [Corpse Poison Armor] instantly covered his entire body, making him look as if he were wearing a flowing gray-black armor.

The bald man's iron fist slammed into the armor.

A dull thud resounded.

Ripples spread across the surface of the armor, and a gray-black mist rose from his fist. The bald man was horrified to find that the metallic sheen on his fist was rapidly dimming, and a burning pain shot through his skin—corpse poison was corroding his protective spiritual energy!

He quickly withdrew his fist and retreated.

But Jiang Bai's right hand had already reached out like a ghost, its five fingers forming a claw, and was aimed at his throat.

The bald man roared, his body covered in a burst of yellowish-brown armor as he withstood the claw attack.

"laugh--"

The fingernail touched the light armor, and the gray-black mist and earthy yellow aura collided violently, producing a corrosive sound. The light armor dimmed at a visible speed, and three breaths later, it shattered with a "crack"!

Five fingers are inserted into the throat.

The bald man's eyes were wide open as he tried to struggle, but the corpse poison had already invaded wildly through the wound, causing the skin on his neck to quickly turn gray. He collapsed limply like a withered tree that had been drained of moisture.

Jiang Baisong let go, and the body fell to the ground.

He turned to look at the last tall monk.

The tall cultivator was already terrified. Seeing his two companions die in an instant, he had no will to fight. He turned and fled, pushing his Wind Escape Technique to its limit, his figure transforming into a green shadow as he rushed down the slope.

Jiang Bai didn't chase after him.

He raised his right hand, and gray-black mist condensed in his palm, transforming into a three-inch-long bone spear.

This is the [Corpse Poison Body]'s imitation and application of bone poison.

He tossed it out with a flick of his wrist.

The bone spear pierced the air at a speed even faster than Wind Release!

"puff!"

The tall cultivator was struck in the back by a spear, which sent him tumbling forward. The bone spear dissolved instantly upon entering his body, and the gray-black corpse poison spread wildly. He screamed and rolled on the ground, but fell silent within moments.

The hillside returned to silence.

Jiang Baisan removed the poisonous armor from his body, walked to the bald man's corpse, and picked up the bronze compass.

The compass needle was still trembling, pointing in the direction of the scar on his right arm.

"It's actually a useful item."

He put away the compass, then searched the three people and found more than a dozen blood crystals, several bottles of ordinary pills, and an information jade slip.

Finally, he walked to the tall cultivator who was still convulsing, squatted down, and pressed a palm against the other's crown.

The "Hundred Poisons Tempering Technique" is in operation.

The remaining vitality and spiritual energy that had not yet dissipated were forcibly extracted and transformed into a wisp of pure energy that surged into the body.

The tall cultivator trembled violently a few times, then remained completely still.

Jiang Bai stood up, feeling the slight increase in spiritual energy within his body, and shook his head.

"This is just a drop in the ocean."

He walked back to the edge of the shallow pit, threw the three bodies in, and then covered them with soil and stones.

After doing all this, he used his divine sense to probe the information jade slip.

"Three hundred li to the northeast, the Bone-Rotting Forest and the Bone-Corroding Water have appeared. All teams, please be on high alert."

This news made Jiang Bai narrow his eyes slightly.

One of the nine poisons, the Bone-Corroding Water, is actually in the Bone-Rotting Forest.

Jiang Bai looked northeast, where a continuous stretch of dark forest could be vaguely seen on the horizon.

The Corpse-Rotting Forest is a gathering place for rogue cultivators who practice bone poison.

Perfect timing! He needed the Bone-Corroding Water to accelerate the regeneration of the poisonous patterns, and he also needed to hone his newly acquired [Corpse Poison Body] through actual combat.

As for those rogue cultivators who practice bone poison...

Jiang Bai clenched his right hand, and a gray-black mist swirled in his palm.

"Let's see whose poison is more potent."

He turned and walked deeper into the burial mound.

The figure in the gray robe gradually disappeared into the shadows of the stele forest.

That's how cultivation is: today you bury others, tomorrow others will bury you.

Every extra day I live is an extra day I can wield the knife, an extra step I can take.

As for immortality? Let's talk about that after we get through this month.