Dark Immortal Cultivation

"Who?"

Holding the Blazing Flame Talisman, Zhang Qing asked in a deep voice through the door.

After nightfall, every household in the village closes its doors, and almost no one goes out to visit each other.

"Xiao Zhang, it's me."

An old, weak voice came from outside the door.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhang Qing's heart tightened, and he immediately opened the door to welcome the other person in.

This uninvited guest was his neighbor across the hall.

An old monk with white hair!

Zhang Qing only knew that the other party's surname was Chen and that he was at the third level of Qi Refining, but he didn't know his specific name or background.

But Elder Chen had been kind to my predecessor.

Zhang Qing, who inherited this body, did not want to be an ungrateful person.

Elder Chen's condition was clearly quite bad; his face was pale and his eyes were dim. He stumbled as he entered the room and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Zhang Qing reacted quickly and helped the other person up, asking, "Senior, are you alright?"

Elder Chen waved his hand without answering.

Zhang Qing peeked out the door and looked around, then quickly withdrew and closed the door again.

He helped the old cultivator Chen to sit down, poured him a bowl of water, and said with a wry smile, "Senior, I'm sorry, I really don't have anything to offer you."

The old cultivator Chen shook his head, then suddenly coughed violently: "Cough cough cough!"

Dark, stagnant blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Qing quickly said, "Senior, I still have some medicine..."

"No!"

The old cultivator grabbed Zhang Qing's wrist, and his complexion instantly improved considerably, with a glimmer of light returning to his previously cloudy eyes.

He took the storage bag from his waist and stuffed it into Zhang Qing's hand, saying, "Little Zhang, I'm giving you all my last possessions, but I only ask, cough cough, I ask you for one thing!"

Zhang Qing's heart sank immediately.

The old monk seemed to be in much better spirits, but this sudden change could only mean one thing...

A final burst of energy before death!

His eyes suddenly welled up with tears: "Senior, please give me your orders!"

The old cultivator Chen hissed, "After I die, take my body outside and cremate it, bury my ashes, and whatever you do, don't let anyone else collect them!"

He gripped Zhang Qing's fingers so tightly they clicked, clearly using up all his last bit of strength.

Zhang Qing nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

Zhang Qing recalled Xu Wu's earlier threat to him, which he had originally intended to tell Elder Chen.

But it's not necessary now.

Having received Zhang Qing's promise, Elder Chen's expression relaxed, and he smiled with relief: "Little Zhang, you're a good boy, but... but don't be a good person in the future..."

As he spoke, the old cultivator's voice gradually lowered, and his breath weakened.

Until it disappears completely.

"senior…"

Zhang Qing was stunned, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes, then carefully pried open the old monk's stiff fingers before putting the corpse into his storage bag.

Although Zhang Qing's storage bag was small, it didn't contain much, so storing a corpse wouldn't be a problem.

After his initial sadness subsided, he calmed down and realized the troublesome nature of the situation.

Without a doubt, Xu Wu, this hyena, had long been eyeing the dying old cultivator Chen, but he was worried that the latter might be hiding some trump card, so he dared not make any rash moves and forced Zhang Qing to act as his informant.

Elder Chen was clearly aware of this, and thus sought help from Chen on his deathbed.

Now that Zhang Qing has accepted the old cultivator's entrustment, he has essentially placed himself on the opposite side of Xu Wu.

Unless he hands over everything he has!

The question is, will everything be fine once Zhang Qing hands it over?

Having lived two lives, he wasn't that naive!

Gripping the storage bag in his hand, Zhang Qing immediately made up his mind.

He opened the storage bag.

A dozen or so coins of various sizes, three talismans, a bottle of pills...

When Zhang Qing took out a dark, indistinct object, a striking notification suddenly appeared in his field of vision!

[A powerful substance has been discovered. Should it be absorbed?]

High-energy matter!

Powerful!!

At that moment, Zhang Qing's heart almost exploded!

He had been searching for "Qiang Neng" for many days, enduring scorn and ridicule from others, and was on the verge of despair when it suddenly appeared before him.

You search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!

Zhang Qing took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his overwhelming excitement.

The object in his hand was about the size of a baby's fist, heavy and substantial, with an uneven surface and a metallic sheen, making it look quite unremarkable.

However, once you hold it in your hand, you can clearly feel that this thing is unusual.

When Zhang Qing moved his finger, creating a slight distance between his fingertip and the object, tiny blue-purple arcs of electricity appeared between them.

It produces a tingling sensation similar to static electricity.

Ruins!

A flash of inspiration struck Zhang Qing, and he realized the origin of this item.

If we consider Los Angeles City as a giant island, then this isolated island is surrounded by an endless black fog, and the location of Little Stone Village is equivalent to the beach on the island, which is affected by the rising "tide" every night.

In the endless territory shrouded in black mist year-round, countless ancient ruins exist.

Or rather, ruins.

It is said that evil is born in ruins.

For thousands of years, countless monks have ventured into the darkness, finding a large number of strange objects in these ruins.

These strange objects were called "ruins".

Some of the ruins were very small, while others were astonishingly large; they came in all shapes and sizes, and were incredibly diverse.

To this day, no one knows their origin.

However, the cultivators regarded the "ruins" as rare treasures and studied them diligently, discovering all sorts of uses for them.

Refining weapons, setting up formations, refining pills, making talismans...

Many famous magical artifacts are actually precious relics!

For example, the treasure that protects Luoshan City—the Mountain and River Cauldron—is said to have been forged from a piece of ruins.

Therefore, even a small, fingernail-sized relic is a valuable item that can be sold directly in a money exchange shop for talisman money.

In addition, some evil entities carry artifacts, which will drop when they are killed.

In Zhang Qing's memory, there was a piece of rubble in his predecessor's family.

It was a silvery-white sphere.

The father of the previous incarnation once said that this relic should be left to him as a means to advance his career.

But he never saw this ruined object again until his predecessor was driven out of the outer city!

Because of the unique nature of market goods, it is impossible to find such items at market stalls.

Zhang Qing went to the street stalls several times to look for clues about "Qiang Neng". His idea was correct, but he just couldn't find the right clue.

If it weren't for Elder Chen's dying bequest, it would have been a big question whether he could have held on until he came into contact with another artifact!

Holding the ruins in his hand, Zhang Qing felt a mix of emotions that words could not describe.

It just goes to show that there's always a way out!

Without any further hesitation, he silently chanted, "Absorb!"

Click!

The next moment, the remnant that looked like iron suddenly shattered into pieces, and its surface luster instantly dimmed.

That strange tactile sensation also disappeared.

Another notification appeared in Zhang Qing's field of vision.

[Powerful +0.2]