How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

"Haha, hehe..." Old Can laughed, "You really are different from those pretentious literati. You won't even utter a single affected word. Don't worry, I wouldn't even consider your physique!"

With a gentle lift of his hand, he pulled a corpse from the pool at his feet.

With a gentle wave of his hand, he severed a right arm and half of a right leg.

Then, with a whoosh, the corpse slid back into the pool.

Zhou Wenju's eyes widened in disbelief. "Holy crap!"

There was a corpse in this pool!

Moreover, judging from the way he casually grabbed one, there must be more than one inside.

Moreover, this black pool is extremely eerie.

At first glance, it looks like ink.

However, when the body was taken out of the water, there was clearly no ink on it; instead, it appeared to be a colorless grease.

"This...this is the real limb you're going to get replaced?" Zhou Wenju asked.

"Yes! Since it's not activated right now, you can't see any signs of life. But once you merge with his physical body, you'll naturally become a part of it. The sensation and the flow of true energy will be exactly the same, and you'll even be three times stronger than his original body!"

"Stronger?" Zhou Wenju's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Of course!" The old man raised his hand and threw his severed hand and half a leg into the green pool.

As if drawn by a living creature, it went directly to Old Qi's severed arm and his former broken leg.

The blood vessels and meridians that were swaying just moments before seemed to come alive, connecting with the newly arrived severed limb.

A mysterious aura quietly emanated from it.

Countless bubbles were hissing in the pool.

The green pool water subtly changed, with streaks of black lines writing the mysteries of heaven and earth in its surface...

Zhou Wenju exclaimed excitedly, "Connection started! Success!"

Old Can was even more excited than him: "The bodies of humans and demons can actually be connected! My thirty years of exploration have been correct! In the beginning of time, there was no essential difference between humans and demons. Those who cultivate through meridians can also take the bodies of those who cultivate through blood to achieve the great feat of crossing paths! I am a legend in this world, who dares to disagree? Who dares to disagree? Hahaha..."

His laughter was wild and unrestrained.

Zhou Wenju was utterly shocked: "You...your severed limb is a demon!"

"Of course it's a demon!" The old man grabbed his shoulder and laughed wildly, "If it were merely a connection between human and demonic bodies, how could it demonstrate the extraordinary nature of my Dao of Weapons? Only a world-shaking feat of connecting across different Daos can do justice to my thirty years of being unable to distinguish between humans and demons..."

Zhou Wenju's mind was buzzing.

He finally realized that he had been fooled by this old madman.

This old madman never takes the usual path.

His high spirits were not due to ordinary limb regeneration.

His focus was always on his extremely fanatical pursuit of weaponry.

Thirty years ago, he focused on opening up the "wall between heaven and earth" in the human body to achieve the integration of literary cultivation and meridian cultivation. However, because his ideal was too realistic and too harsh, he was dismembered and suffered all the vicissitudes of life.

However, his crazy ideas were not limited to the combination of literary cultivation and pulse cultivation.

He is also trying to combine "blood cultivation" and "pulse cultivation".

Pulse cultivation follows the path of meridians, using true qi to mobilize the great power of the heavens and achieve extraordinary results.

Blood cultivation involves developing the power of one's bloodline.

Therefore, the physical body cultivated through blood cultivation far surpasses that cultivated through meridian cultivation.

This is also why the old madman just confidently told him that the newly assembled severed limbs of Lao Qi would be stronger than the original limbs.

"Old Can, you weren't actually confident you could succeed just now!" Zhou Wenju stared intently into the eerie eyes before him.

"On the path of cultivation, what is the most precious quality? Exploration!" A smile, a very proud smile, appeared in Lao Can's eyes...

"You're still using other people's fates to prove your own madness!"

"Isn't that obvious? Why would I use myself to verify something instead of someone else? Am I that brain-dead? What if the test fails? Wouldn't I be finished?" Old Can said passionately, and what he said made perfect sense.

"Aren't you worried he'll be gone?"

"What's there to worry about? He's gone, and as a ghost, he can't possibly cause me any trouble. But you brat, you dare to turn against me? I'll just hand your head over to Old Duan up there, in exchange for a few jars of wine... As far as I know, Old Duan is quite obsessed with your head!"

"Old Can, oh Old Can, now that you mention it, I actually find a sliver of solace!" Zhou Wenju sighed. "At least the favor I owed you is gone!"

"Tch, as if I care about your favors!" Lao Can said, "If I weren't blind and deaf, I would believe that your path was destined to end in disaster. If you end up like me, you should consider it a blessing from your ancestors. What could I possibly want from a loser like you who's at the end of his rope?"

Zhou Wenju turned around immediately.

After leaving the lab, I went to the study outside to read...

Time passed day by day.

In the blink of an eye, it's already the third day!

Zhou Wenju entered the laboratory again. On the high operating table, which resembled a slaughtering platform, a strange person lay on their back.

No hair, no eyebrows, no beard. If you're looking for something a little less interesting, focus on what's underneath the animal skin—it's also hairless.

His face was wrinkle-free, and he looked to be only in his thirties or forties.

All four limbs are intact!

From head to toe, he bears absolutely no resemblance to the old Qi.

"Kid, the effect is perfect!" The old man examined the entire work, slowly raised his head, and a proud smile appeared on his face.

"Except for one thing!" Zhou Wenju said, "I need to find a way to convince him that he is a half-demon!"

"That all depends on one thing!" Lao Can said, "Was your initial introduction of him true or false?"

"Oh?"

"If he is truly born rebellious and unorthodox, accepting this isn't so difficult," Lao Can said. "If he is a defender of the Way who has been corrupted by Confucianism, then it's easy to resolve. He can simply cut off this arm and half a leg, and that will be the end of it! By the way, I don't care whether this perfect work will be ruined or not, because the exploration of the Way is always a process, not a result."

Old Can rubbed his hands together and went outside. Soon, the crunching sound of someone gnawing on a rabbit could be heard from outside...

This rabbit was prepared for him by Zhou Wenju.

This old bastard, we prepared rabbits for him for several days before, now it's his turn. There are plenty of rabbits under the abandoned cliff, he casually caught a few without disturbing anyone.

This old geezer had been fiddling with corpses and potions for days, but as soon as he stepped out of the lab, he started eating a rabbit. This was quite unexpected for Zhou Wenju. He could guarantee with all the money he had that this guy... didn't wash his hands!

Zhou Wenju gently stroked the brand-new right arm of "New and Old Qi".

Old Qi's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened them.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhou Wenju.

He gently raised his hand, and at the same time, his right leg also lifted, and his fingers curled slightly...

His face suddenly lit up with an expression of extreme surprise.

"Old Qi, are you awake?" Zhou Wenju asked.

"I...Is this the end?" Old Qi's voice was quite different from usual, less aged, perhaps his vocal cords had also become younger.

"Limbs regenerate, skin becomes younger, wrinkles disappear, hair and eyebrows are all gone, but that's harmless..."

Wherever Zhou Wenju spoke, Lao Qi's hand touched, his whole expression one of utter disbelief.

"Old Qi, the first thing I want to do now that you're awake is to have a serious discussion with you!"

"Discussing the Dao?" Old Qi pressed his bald head, quite surprised.

"To be precise, I have a question for you!" Zhou Wenju said, "If a bully stabbed an innocent person to death with a knife, do you think the knife is guilty?"

"Young master, you jest!" Old Qi said, "A knife is merely a tool; what crime has it committed? The guilty party is the person, not the knife!"

"If someone carries a demonic artifact, is that artifact guilty?"

"The guilty party is still just a human, not a demonic artifact! How could someone as insightful as you be caught up in such a dilemma today? Could it be that this senior in the art of artifacts has instilled something in you?" Old Qi frowned.

"It's not me, it's you!" Zhou Wenju sighed softly. "Old Qi, haven't you noticed something's wrong with your new severed limb?"

Old Qi suddenly raised his hand.

The hand suddenly expanded!

With a single expanse, an extremely domineering aura enveloped the entire cave.

With a whoosh, as if swept by a whirlwind, countless fragments from the depths of the cave came toward his palm.

Puff puff……

Everything turned to dust.

Old Qi sprang to his feet, his face filled with shock: "This is the hand of a demon! A demonic claw..."

"Now you understand why I asked you those two questions, right?" Zhou Wenju said. "You've clearly told me that it's always the person who does evil, not the tool! Even if you possess evil claws, you are still you!"

Old Qi stared at him blankly.

His face was a mask of turmoil...

As a cultivator of the human race, even though he was regarded as a traitor by the orthodox dynasty, he still firmly believed that the path he was on was the righteous one!

He can still kill, kill, kill even when facing extraterrestrial demons...

But when he woke up, his world had collapsed!

He himself became a demon!

His eyes slowly closed...

For a very long time!

A set of clothes was thrown in through the cave entrance, landing squarely on him. Old Can, picking his teeth with a rabbit bone, leaned against the cave entrance: "If you really can't accept it, I won't object to you cutting off this new arm yourself. Your lowly prosthetic limb is still over there..."

Old Qi opened his eyes and stared at Lao Can for a long time.

Suddenly, hahaha...

Old Qi laughed loudly, "I say, haven't you two got it backwards? Shouldn't the lofty argument that 'people are guilty, but instruments are innocent' come from the mouth of an elder of the Mo family? Shouldn't this kind of 'rogue-like' rhetoric, 'cut it if you're not satisfied,' be my young master's daily routine?"

"Damn it, don't you dare mention the word 'elder' to me again!" Old Can snapped. "Didn't this kid tell you that all the elders of the Mo family are utter garbage?"

For a time, the two bizarre creatures were arguing amongst themselves in the cave.

A smile slowly spread across Zhou Wenju's face.

Finally, he waved his hand lightly: "The unfinished business can be dealt with another day. Old monk, we should be going!"

"Old Zeng?" Old Qi said, "Young master, are you planning to give me the surname Zeng?"

"No, this isn't a surname, it's a profession!" Zhou Wenju said. "Touch your head, you don't have a single hair. If you're not a monk, who is?"

Old Qi was a little confused.

"Not studying is terrible!" Old Can curled his lip. "Don't you even look at the clothes I've prepared for you..."

Old Qi's gaze fell upon him, and he realized that what was on him was a monk's robe.

He put on his monk's robe.

The two left the cave under the cover of night.

Tonight, the sky is overcast, and there are no stars or moon.

From here, the Mo family's incense burner, emitting a faint red glow, looks just as it always has.

"Young master, you wouldn't happen to want to catch up with your old fellow disciples, would you?" Old Qi asked.

"You bald rascal, you really know your stuff," Old Can's voice drifted over, echoing only at the foot of the Abandoned Weapon Cliff. "What your young master wants most is probably to cut off the head of Mountain Lord Duan, put it on that stray dog's neck, and then have a good chat with that stray dog..."

Old Qi was slightly taken aback. What was going on?

Wasn't it because he performed exceptionally well and was highly valued by the mountain lord that he joined the Mohist school?

Judging from the tone of this old man, it seems that the young master and the master of Huding Mountain... are not on good terms?

Zhou Wenju shook his head: "Old Zeng, don't listen to him, he's a complete psychopath... Let's go!"

A wisp of smoke appeared, and the two disappeared from the abandoned cliff.

At dawn, the two appeared at Pingfeng Ridge.

A gentle breeze blows by.

The mountain mist dissipated.

In the heart of Lingnan, even in this winter, signs of spring seem to be emerging once again.

"Young master, have you thought about the follow-up article?" Old Qi asked.

"I've thought it through!" Zhou Wenju said, "We'll split up and head to Qishan. I'll spread a rumor first, saying that Old Qi's concubine, whom he hasn't seen for many years, has given birth to a big, healthy son, and Old Qi has to go back to reunite with his family. From then on, Old Qi will disappear without a trace."

"My concubine, whom I haven't seen for many years, suddenly gave birth to a son? Are you sure this has anything to do with me?" Old Qi said with a hint of sourness.

"Haha, I was just testing whether you still have normal thinking ability in the face of such a change!" Zhou Wenju laughed. "Don't worry, you don't need to worry about Lao Qi's matter. You only need to worry about the aftermath."

"And then... I, Old Zeng, will appear!" Old Qi said, "I was originally a Buddhist monk from Qishan County. I am grateful to you, sir, for your compassion for the world and for bringing blessings to the people of Qishan. I have voluntarily returned to secular life, restored my family name, Zeng, and will provide you with protection."

"That's what we'll do!" Zhou Wenju stepped down from Pingfeng Ridge.

Behind him, Old Qi, dressed in a monk's robe, stood in the cold winter wind. He gently stretched out his hand, and endless wind rolled in. At this moment, the wind in the entire Pingfeng Ridge seemed to disappear.

His eyes slowly closed.

Zhou Wenju and Lao Can actually overlooked one problem.

That is: Old Qi's combat skills have also changed.

In the past, he was in an awkward position because his combat power was insufficient if he did not use the Lingyan Pavilion's techniques.

The rules of the smoke channel are clearly evident, and a highly skilled cultivator can recognize them at a glance.

However, now that he has this demonic claw, even without using the rules of the smoke channel, his combat power can still withstand the ultimate power of the Dao Flower! Moreover, at this stage, he can only use the superficial aspects of this demonic claw.

This demonic claw is incredibly powerful.

This forbidden figure from the Mohist school, Lao Can, actually collected even a demon of this caliber; his background and experience are truly astonishing…

Qishan County, Donghe Dike.

A test that the entire county has been watching is finally about to take place.

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