Dark Immortal Cultivation

Early morning, an unnamed ancient ruin.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the ruins, covered with crumbling walls, were shrouded in a thin veil, making them indistinct and difficult to see clearly.

Not far away, on the rolling hills, the thick, black fog that blotted out the sky slowly receded.

The earth was completely silent.

Suddenly, the grass rustled, and a wooden puppet sprang up, quickly climbing onto a broken pillar using both hands and feet.

The square head turned left and right, and a faint flash of inspiration appeared.

The next moment, the wooden puppet suddenly stopped and looked straight to the right.

Just a hundred paces away, amidst the overgrown weeds and rocks, lay two large and five small wild boars!

The boar lay on the outermost side, its eyes closed, but its erect ears twitched from time to time, remaining alert even in its sleep.

Two fangs extending from the corners of his mouth were curved like blades, gleaming with a stark white light.

The five piglets huddled close to their mother, making soft grunting noises.

At this moment, the wooden puppet moved again.

Its leg joints bent, and it suddenly leaped high into the air.

The moment it landed, the wooden puppet performed a nimble roll to dissipate the force of the fall, and then darted into the dense grass.

He vanished in the blink of an eye.

The nest of wild boars, fast asleep, were completely unaware of what was happening.

After another short while, Zhang Qing quietly appeared next to the stone pillar where the wooden puppet had stood.

He easily spotted the wild boar family, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

It's not easy!

Over the past few days, Zhang Qing has temporarily suspended his cultivation and ventured deep into the ancient ruins to explore and find suitable hunting targets.

On the one hand, he had previously focused on cultivating his martial arts techniques.

Although his cultivation has made great progress, he also faces the serious problem of running out of money.

Now, besides a bunch of storage bags that can't be sold for much, Zhang Qing only has some talismans and pills left.

There are hardly any talisman coins left.

Therefore, we need to acquire some resources to make up for the ever-increasing expenses. Otherwise, relying solely on the meager monthly salary from the Changfeng Association would barely be enough to fill our stomachs, and would be far from sufficient to meet the current demands of cultivation.

On the other hand, Zhang Qing also needs to further improve his combat capabilities through actual combat!

However, the ancient ruins surrounding Qing'anji have already been searched countless times.

Unless you hit the jackpot, it's almost impossible to obtain useful resources.

To gain anything, one must venture deep into the ancient ruins and get as close as possible to the dangerous Black Mist area.

Zhang Qing, leading Xiao Kui, proceeded cautiously, searching this ancient ruin for three days before finally finding prey worth hunting.

He approached the target cautiously, trying not to make a sound.

The closer the distance, the stronger the spell!

At the same time, the true energy in Zhang Qing's body circulated rapidly within his meridians, and his right hand spread out its five fingers, his palm beginning to feel hot.

Just as Zhang Qing was about fifty or sixty steps away from the wild boar's den, the large boar lying outside suddenly twitched its ears and opened its eyes.

not good!

Zhang Qing, who had been carefully observing his target, immediately realized that his presence had been exposed.

This ferocious beast has extremely keen senses.

It clearly sensed the approaching danger, and with a "roar," it rolled over and got up. Its two pig eyes, each the size of a baby's fist, were filled with a bloodthirsty ferocity, and it locked onto Zhang Qing, who was approaching, in an instant.

At this moment, Zhang Qing suddenly accelerated forward and launched a series of fire missiles at the boar!

Clusters of scorching flames, each the size of an egg, swept across dozens of steps in an instant, leaving bright trails in the air.

But because it lost the element of surprise in its attack, the ferocious wild boar, which weighed seven or eight hundred pounds, reacted with an agility that was disproportionate to its size.

It suddenly turned to the side, using its broad, thick back and belly to face the blazing fire that was shooting towards it.

boom! boom! boom!

With a series of muffled thuds, the flame missiles struck their targets and exploded violently, sending countless sparks flying in all directions.

The male wild boar trembled violently from the blast and nearly fell to the ground.

But it wasn't seriously injured!

Because the beast's body was covered with a thick armor made of mud, gravel, and grass, it barely withstood the power of the blazing fire.

The fireball that Zhang Qing fired only managed to blast open the barrier!

Hmph!

The male wild boar was thoroughly enraged, and its eyes instantly glowed with a scarlet light.

It turned around again, suddenly took off on all fours, and charged towards Zhang Qing like a tank with the accelerator floored.

As it charged, the ferocious beast lowered its head, its two fangs pointing forward like sharp blades!

The pig's hooves, covered in black bristles, left deep dents wherever they trod.

At this moment, Zhang Qing was less than twenty paces away from the wild boar.

He could continue to unleash blazing fire, but the chances of killing the beast in one fell swoop were almost nil, and he would also have to face the latter's brute force.

With its speed and power, even a cultivator protected by spiritual light might not be able to withstand it!

However, Zhang Qing, who was at the third level of Qi Refining, did not panic or dodge.

He lightly patted the storage bag at his waist with his left hand, instantly pulling out a whisk and pointing it at the wild boar galloping towards him.

Driven by the "Mysterious Illumination Method," Zhang Qing's true energy transformed into magical power, which surged into the magical artifact like a rushing river.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Hundreds and thousands of shimmering white silk threads suddenly flew up, transforming into a giant net that flew forward, perfectly enveloping the charging ferocious beast.

Each strand of the whisk emitted a faint spiritual light, tightening suddenly the moment it touched the wild boar.

The ferocious beast, carrying immense force, seemed to have crashed into an indestructible iron wall, and was firmly trapped by the silk threads.

Can't move!

Zhang Qing held a whisk in his left hand and immediately shot out a steel needle with his right.

Weapon Manipulation Technique!

Although this steel needle is forged from refined iron and has an extremely sharp tip, it is still just an ordinary object.

But it drew a long arc in the air and struck the boar's defiant, open right eye with lightning speed.

It goes straight into the brain!

Hey!

The ferocious beast let out a painful howl, struggling desperately but unable to break free from the silken bindings, and could only accept its fate in utter despair.

A moment later, it stopped struggling, and the light faded from its remaining left eye.

There was no trace of life left in it!

Zhang Qing pulled hard on his whisk, bringing the wild boar, which weighed seven or eight hundred pounds, back with him.

Then put it into the storage bag.

At this moment, he looked around but could no longer find the other sow or the piglets.

They had already fled into the depths of the woods when the boars launched their charge.

She completely disregarded the safety of her husband and father.

Zhang Qing pondered for a moment.

They chased after them.