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

As dawn broke, Jiang Baicai returned to his small courtyard.

The knife wound on my right arm has stopped bleeding, but it still stings.

He tore off a clean strip of cloth and wrapped it simply, then changed his clothes and stuffed the blood-stained garments under the bed.

"Elder..."

Jiang Bai sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes cold.

The conversation I overheard last night has confirmed two things.

Firstly, the fine needles used in the market attack did indeed come from Li's blacksmith shop, and Boss Li had long been in cahoots with the Grand Elder's confidants.

Secondly, the Grand Elder not only wanted to take his life, but was also impatient and even went so far as to use the power of the Li family.

"At the mid-stage of the first level of Qi Refining, I can barely protect myself."

Jiang Bai clenched his fist, his palm showing pitifully weak energy.

He needs to become stronger faster.

But the safest option right now is to pretend that we know nothing.

The Grand Elder had been managing the family business for many years, and his influence was deeply entrenched.

If exposed now, based solely on his one-sided account and a thin needle of unknown origin, it wouldn't be able to harm the other party in the slightest.

On the contrary, it would alert the enemy and invite even more ferocious retaliation.

"First, improve your strength, obtain evidence, and then deliver a fatal blow."

Jiang Bai made up his mind, changed into clean clothes, and went out.

He walked straight to the meditation hall.

As soon as the temple opened in the morning, the clan elders were slowly sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

Seeing Jiang Bai approach, the clan elder raised his eyes and asked, "So early? Have you run out of snake venom?"

"not yet."

Jiang Bai bowed respectfully and said, "I tried cultivating yesterday, but there are some things I don't understand, so I've come to ask for your guidance."

The elder put down the broom, dusted off his hands, and said, "Tell me, what don't you understand?"

"The first level of the 'Poisonous Miasma Technique' mentions 'guiding the poison into the body, circulating it along the meridians.' I've tried inhaling it, but I always feel the poison is difficult to circulate in the meridians; if I'm not careful, it rushes back to my dantian. Why is that?"

The clan elder raised an eyebrow and sized up Jiang Bai: "You really dare to try. You're lucky you didn't die."

He turned and walked into the hall, pulling a thin book from the shelf and tossing it to Jiang Bai: "This is the official copy of the 'Poisonous Miasma Technique,' a low-grade Yellow Rank. Did you collect the 'Rotting Grass Miasma' distributed by the family?"

"I've received it." Jiang Bai took the booklet.

"That's good."

The elder sat down in the grand chair and took a sip of tea: "The core of the Poisonous Mist Technique lies in 'nourishing qi with poison.' Ordinary techniques absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but we poison cultivators extract that pure poison power from poisonous substances and refine it for our own use."

"But poison is still poison."

He put down his teacup, his tone becoming serious: "If you inhale miasma or ingest poison, the toxins will first erode your meridians and internal organs. You must circulate your internal energy to guide and refine the poison before it causes irreversible damage."

"This process is like walking a tightrope."

"If you're too slow, the poison will spread, causing minor damage to the meridians or even death from poisoning; if you're too fast, the poison will overwhelm you, easily causing a backlash and a more gruesome death."

The elder looked at Jiang Bai: "Therefore, in cultivating poison arts, talent is secondary; temperament is paramount. One must be steady, meticulous, and possess sufficient patience and courage. A slight misstep..."

He pointed outside the door: "In the cemetery behind the mountain, there are more poison cultivators lying down than alive."

Jiang Bai felt a chill run down his spine.

Without toxic immunity, he probably wouldn't have survived even the first attempt.

"Thank you for your guidance, elder."

He bowed respectfully: "I will be careful, young man."

The elder waved his hand: "I've said my piece; whether you listen or not is up to you. Also, here are your cultivation resources for this month."

As he spoke, he took a small wooden box from the drawer and pushed it in front of Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai opened the wooden box, inside which were three items neatly arranged.

A jade bottle labeled "Rotten Grass and Miasma," five low-grade spirit stones, and a green pill.

"Rotten grass and miasma are essential for beginners. I see that you have already entered the Qi Refining stage, which means you are qualified to cultivate. Spirit stones are the usual practice, and this 'Heart-Clearing Pill' is your compensation."

The elder explained, "After taking it, it can protect your heart and reduce the corrosive effects of the poison. In a critical moment, it can save your life. But remember, the effect only lasts for half an hour, so don't rely on it too much."

"I understand, sir."

Jiang Bai put away the wooden box, bowed again, and left the Kung Fu Hall.

Back in the courtyard, he closed the door and carefully studied the copy of "Poisonous Miasma Technique".

After confirming that he had memorized every step, he picked up the bottle of "Rotting Grass Miasma".

The jade bottle was warm and smooth, and the mouth of the bottle was sealed with wax. Jiang Bai crushed the wax seal, pulled out the stopper, and a pungent smell immediately wafted out.

He held his breath and, following the instructions of the technique, brought the bottle opening close to his nose and gently inhaled a tiny wisp of air—truly just a tiny wisp.

But as soon as the gas entered his nasal cavity, Jiang Bai felt a burning, stinging sensation rush from his nasal cavity straight to his head!

Immediately afterwards, the stinging pain turned into numbness, spreading down the throat as the poison began to take effect.

Jiang Bai immediately sat cross-legged, activated the first level of the "Poisonous Miasma Technique," and focused his mind into his dantian, guiding the faint spiritual energy upwards to meet the miasma that had invaded his body.

According to the normal procedure, he needs to carefully envelop and refine the miasma, strip away its toxicity, and at the same time resist the erosion of the meridians by the toxicity.

This was originally a dangerous process.

However, at the very moment the miasma came into contact with the spiritual energy, [Toxicity Immunity] was triggered!

The scorching toxicity seemed to be instantly purified, leaving only the refreshing fragrance of herbs and trees.

The spiritual energy was so warm that it almost didn't need refining; it spontaneously merged into his spiritual power and circulated along the cultivation path.

One cycle, two cycles...

The originally thin, thread-like poisonous spiritual power has grown larger at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Jiang Bai opened his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

He looked down at the miasma bottle in his hand and murmured, "That's... it's over?"

There was no searing pain, no lurking danger, no agonizing tightrope walking; all there was was a rocket-like speed of cultivation. Jiang Bai stared blankly for a long time before slowly grinning, "So, while others are risking their lives to cultivate, I'm eating at a buffet?"

He steadied himself, picked up the miasma bottle again, and this time inhaled twice as much as before.

The same process repeated itself: the poison was completely neutralized, the pure spiritual energy was fully absorbed, and his spiritual power increased significantly once again. A glint of light shone in Jiang Bai's eyes.

He put down the miasma bottle and instead took out the remaining half bottle of snake venom that he had bought yesterday.

Uncork the bottle and tilt your head back to swallow it.

The liquid slid down my throat, causing a slight sting, but the sting was fleeting.

The spiritual energy transformed this time was completely different; it was sharper and more active. After being integrated with spiritual power, it even gave the poisonous spiritual power a sharper quality.

"The spiritual energy transformed from different poisons also has different properties?"

Jiang Bai seemed to be deep in thought. He then took two more drops of snake venom to carefully examine it. After confirming that it was correct, a bold idea emerged.

He picked up the miasma bottle with his left hand and held the snake venom bottle with his right.

At the same time, he inhaled a wisp of miasma and swallowed a drop of snake venom!

Two toxins entered the body at the same time!

[Toxicity Immunity] Takes effect instantly!

The spiritual energy of miasma and the sharp spiritual energy of snake venom converge in the meridians. Instead of conflicting, they blend together to form a more powerful and complex spiritual energy.

His cultivation speed has skyrocketed once again!

Jiang Bai closed his eyes and focused all his energy on circulating his cultivation technique.

One hour later.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The aroma carried a faint, sweet, and slightly fishy smell, which was due to trace amounts of toxins that had not been fully absorbed and were being naturally expelled from the body.

Within his dantian, the wisp of poisonous spiritual energy had grown to the thickness of a finger, and as it circulated through his meridians, it faintly shimmered with a dark green luster.

His cultivation level is almost at the late stage of the first level of Qi Refining!

"At this rate, it won't be long before I break through to the second level of Qi Refining."

Jiang Bai clenched his fist, feeling the surge of power within his body.

My five senses were noticeably enhanced, and I could clearly hear the rustling of leaves falling in the wind outside the courtyard.

His body felt much lighter, and his muscles contained explosive power far exceeding that of ordinary people.

This is the world of difference between cultivators and mortals.

If word of such speed were to get out, it would be enough to shock all the cultivators.

But Jiang Bai's face didn't show much joy.

He stood up, stretched his muscles, and his joints made a slight popping sound.

While improving his cultivation level is certainly gratifying, it also means greater risks. If the Grand Elder notices his progress, he will only be more eager to eliminate him.

Just as I was pondering this, a soft knock came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Young master, it's time for breakfast."

It was the voice of the maid, Xiao Cui.

Jiang Bai's eyes narrowed slightly.

He walked over and opened the courtyard gate, where he saw Xiao Cui standing outside with a tray in her hands, a gentle smile on her face.

However, Jiang Bai, whose five senses had become sharper after the breakthrough, noticed something unusual.

Xiao Cui's eyelids twitched slightly, and her breathing became a fraction faster than usual.

Most importantly, his [Killing Intent Perception] was triggered.

That wasn't murderous intent, but rather malice.

There was indeed a problem.

Jiang Bai remained expressionless and stepped aside to let her in: "Put it down, I'll eat it later."

"Yes."

Xiao Cui placed the tray on the table, but her eyes quickly scanned the room.

What is she looking at?

Jiang Bai followed her gaze and it landed on the empty bottle containing snake venom in the corner.

He had left it there after using it for cultivation last night and forgot to put it away.

Xiao Cui's gaze lingered on the empty bottle for a moment before quickly looking away.

"Is there anything else you need, young master?"

"That's all, you can go back to your work."

Xiao Cui bowed and withdrew, gently closing the courtyard gate.

Jiang Bai walked to the table, looked at the congee and side dishes on the tray, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Then let's play along."