Dark Immortal Cultivation

Bang! Bang!

The deep sound of a wooden clapper pierced through the thick door, startling Zhang Qing awake from his sleep.

The oil lamp on the small table was still lit, its dim light barely illuminating the cramped room. He quickly sat up, composed himself, and jumped off the wooden bed, rushing to the door as fast as he could.

At midnight, the black tide rises!

Almost at the same moment, Zhang Qing, whose consciousness was not yet fully awake, felt a chilling aura seeping in through the crack in the door.

There was a rustling sound coming from outside.

It was like some kind of murmur.

This extremely strange sound entered Zhang Qing's ears, easily stirring up the fear in his heart.

He was startled and instinctively took a step back.

He simultaneously grasped a Blazing Flame Talisman in his right hand.

This is Zhang Qing's only lethal talisman.

The next moment, he saw the yin energy that had crept through the door crack condense into long, thin, gray-black tentacles that stretched towards him.

It was as if they wanted to drag him into hell!

Whoosh!

Just then, a yellow talisman pasted on the door spontaneously combusted without fire, bursting forth with a ball of white, shimmering light.

The tentacles of yin energy that reached for Zhang Qing were illuminated by the spiritual light, and immediately emitted wisps of green smoke, as if they had been scorched by flames, and suddenly retreated!

The strange noises outside the door then disappeared.

Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief upon witnessing this scene.

Only then did he realize that his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Ignoring his sweat, Zhang Qing gritted his teeth and pulled out a new talisman from the storage bag hanging at his waist.

He forcefully scratched his index finger with his left thumb nail, breaking the skin and squeezing out a few drops of bright red blood, which he then smeared on the back of the talisman.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Qing pasted the talisman on the door panel.

The yellow talisman paper emitted a faint glow.

Zhang Qing's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Leaning against the cold wall, he slowly sat down on the ground, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and revealed an extremely bitter smile.

I have been in this world for seven days.

Zhang Qing simply couldn't understand how he, just an ordinary member of the masses, could have such an unbelievable situation.

Don't tell me anything about "since he's here, he might as well make the best of it." He can't go back now, and he can't settle down!

Zhang Qing was in a terrible mood.

He glanced at the door, then carefully put the Explosive Flame Talisman he was holding back into his storage bag.

His eye twitched involuntarily.

This worn-out storage bag was Zhang Qing's most valuable possession, containing all his belongings.

But its lifespan is almost up.

So every time he stored or retrieved items, he was terrified, fearing that the storage bag would suddenly break and all his belongings inside would be lost!

It's not necessary, but it's also not allowed.

For example, the low-grade Explosive Flame Talisman that was just put in is worth five large talisman coins.

If it is not stored in a storage bag, the spiritual energy contained within it will slowly dissipate, causing its power to weaken or even become unusable, which would be a huge loss!

As a low-level cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining, Zhang Qing could not afford such a loss.

There were rustling sounds outside the door again, but no more yin energy seeped into the house.

Zhang Qing dared not slack off in the slightest, keeping his eyes wide open and staring at the door, ready to fight at any moment.

Time passed slowly, and the worst-case scenario did not occur.

As night fell, a black tide rose, spreading to the camp before midnight. Many evil spirits took advantage of the tide to harass the people living there.

Zhang Qing's predecessor was someone who unfortunately died from the invasion of evil spirits, and then his body was taken over by this time traveler.

In the past few days, Zhang Qing, who possessed all the memories of his predecessor, lived in constant fear, terrified of being dragged into endless darkness by evil.

May they never be reincarnated!

Tonight was exceptionally dangerous, but thankfully we made it through.

Cough cough~

Zhang Qing finally relaxed completely when he heard the rooster crowing outside.

Its daybreak.

The rooster's crow pierced the thick darkness, like an invisible blade cutting through the chill that lingered throughout the night.

The talisman on the door panel lost its glow completely, leaving only a slightly dim yellow paper.

Zhang Qing let out a long breath.

His breath carried the soreness and numbness from a night of tension, as well as lingering palpitations.

He slowly stood up, supporting himself against the wall. His legs were numb from sitting, and every movement brought a sharp, stabbing pain.

Zhang Qing slightly opened the door and peered out through the crack.

The sky outside was just beginning to lighten, but it was still hazy and there was no sign of the rising sun.

In this world, dawn has never been a symbol of hope; it merely signifies that evil has temporarily receded, and the living have survived for another day.

He closed the door again, stretched his sore and numb legs, and then walked to the table and picked up the rough porcelain bowl.

After drinking two mouthfuls of cold water, my dry and tight throat finally felt a little better.

The oil lamp on the table had long since burned out, its wick curled up into a ball of black ash, much like the desperate situation he was in.

Looking down at the storage bag at his waist, which had been repaired many times and whose edges were beginning to rot, Zhang Qing frowned again.

Fine cracks were faintly visible on the surface of the bag, indicating that its ritualistic structure was about to collapse.

After being used a dozen or so more times, this only storage device will inevitably become completely unusable!

His predecessor was a rogue cultivator at the very bottom of the camp, without any sect or support, barely surviving and maintaining his Qi Refining Level 1 cultivation by gathering scraps and refining talismans.

He simply doesn't have the resources to buy a new storage bag right now.

Even if it's junk that others look down on.

If it weren't for the talisman that had been pasted up beforehand last night, which saved him from disaster, he would probably have followed in his predecessor's footsteps and become another nameless soul in the Black Tide.

Zhang Qing raised his hand and touched the door panel, a faint trace of the talisman's spiritual light dissipating from his fingertips.

The dark gray tentacles of yin energy from last night, and the eerie feeling that seemed to drag one into an abyss, are still vividly imprinted in my mind.

He knew very well that this was just the beginning.

The Kuroshio tide arrives every night as scheduled, each time more dangerous than the last.

He was running out of talismans, had very little talisman money left, and his storage bag was about to break.

However, his cultivation level stagnated.

If things continue like this, he will eventually die at the hands of evil beings just like his predecessor.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Qing muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of suppressed anger.

He blinked hard, and a nearly transparent data panel instantly appeared in his field of vision.

Physical Strength: 0.7

[Soul: 1.6]

Martial Arts Skill: 0.3

[Spellcast: 0.5]

[Powerful: 0.0]

Everything can be enhanced.

This data panel appeared after Zhang Qinghun transmigrated.

It's completely useless!

Zhang Qing studied it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.

It's just a guess or a feeling, but using "powerful energy" can enhance four attributes: "physical strength," "spirit," "martial arts," and "spellcasting."

The problem is that he has no idea how to obtain so-called "powerful energy".

Moreover, looking at the attribute data, I seem to be a complete weakling.

In fact, he's a complete weakling!

But it was precisely because of this "cheat code" that Zhang Qing was able to convince himself not to give up and struggle to survive in this dark world.

Everything can be enhanced.

With a sigh, Zhang Qing closed the data panel.

He was getting ready to go to the market.

After transmigrating, Zhang Qing went out very rarely.

On one hand, he needed to process the memories of his predecessor, and on the other hand, he was also terrified by the cruel reality.

But we're running out of food right now.

If he doesn't go out and buy some more, Zhang Qing will become a disgrace to transmigrators who starve to death!

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