A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Liu Feng bypassed the central memorial tablet and crept towards the hidden room behind it, his Wind Blade Technique ready to be thrown at any moment.

He dared not be careless in the slightest until he saw the two people inside with his own eyes.

As Liu Feng approached the hidden door, he stood silently to the side, motionless. The breathing inside became clearer, smooth and rhythmic, as if the person was fast asleep.

After confirming it again, he instantly flashed to the doorway and saw the situation inside at a glance. With a "whoosh," he used his Wind Blade Technique to slash at the figure that was revealed behind the jade platform.

Before he could even see if the Wind Blade Technique had hit its target, a golden fist swung out from the top of the door frame and smashed towards him.

Immediately following was a very faint whooshing sound, and a long, gleaming silver needle arrived first, appearing on Liu Feng's forehead the instant it appeared.

Liu Feng instinctively turned his head to the side, barely dodging the direct attack of the silver needle, which only left a bloody scratch on his head.

At the same time, the golden fist struck his shoulder, and a clear "crack" sound of bones breaking reached his ears.

He leaped backward with all his might, and with the aid of the Lightness Technique, his figure drifted away like a willow branch, swift and agile.

Seeing that he had succeeded in his attack, Jin Jingtian's inner energy surged, and he used his lightness skill to rush straight towards his opponent.

Zhou Ping flashed out from behind the jade platform, his right hand swept across his chest, and then with a flick of his wrist, a jet-black silver needle shot towards Liu Feng, who was retreating.

"Whoosh—"

The movement was swift and fluid; the speed of the silver needles once again surpassed that of Jin Jingtian, striking Liu Feng's throat like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

By this moment, Liu Feng had already recovered from the sudden ordeal. He endured the sharp pain in his shoulder and quickly pulled out a dim talisman from his pocket.

Golden Light Talisman!

As his magical power flowed, an oval-shaped golden light shield instantly enveloped his body.

Ding!

when!

Inside the main hall of the ancestral hall, two different sounds came one after another. Zhou Ping and Jin Jingtian's attacks both hit the golden light shield erected by Liu Feng.

Jin Jingtian stared at the light barrier blocking his path, rubbed his aching fists, his eyebrows suddenly furrowing, and began to strike wildly once more.

Ding ding ding......

The continuous crashing sounds echoed throughout the hall. Liu Feng, pale-faced, looked at Jin Jingtian, who seemed to have gone mad, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

This golden talisman and the tortoise shell shield of the Copper Heart Taoist were the only two defensive items the master and disciple had, enough for each of them to have one. They also became the main means of defense when the master and disciple fought with others.

Zhou Ping slowly walked out of the dark room, looking at the golden light shield around Liu Feng with a solemn expression, both shocked and curious.

Is this the magic of cultivators? It can remain intact even under the frenzied attacks of Grandmaster Jin Jingtian. Its powerful defensive capabilities are truly unbelievable.

Holding the talisman in one hand, Liu Feng laboriously pulled a jade bottle from his pocket with his injured right hand, uncorked it, and tilted his head back to pour a yellow pill the size of a longan into his mouth.

This Rejuvenating Pill has miraculous effects in healing wounds and restoring blood and energy, and it even has a good effect in relieving pain. It is exactly the kind of healing medicine he needs right now.

After doing all this, Liu Feng finally turned his gaze sharply to Jin Jingtian and Zhou Ping, his tone filled with coldness.

"Don't waste your energy. You can't break through my defenses at all. Instead, think about what to do about the Soul-Stealing Spirit Summoning later. If you don't deal with it in time, you should know better than me what terrible things will happen."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Zhou Ping at the doorway, a playful look on his face.

He has plenty of time to wait and see if these two can keep going like this.

Once the Soul-Stealing Spirit's effect expires, it will absorb all of the host's essence, energy, and spirit into its body, and then seek a new physical body to be reborn.

If the soul cannot be seized in time, without the nourishment of a normal physical body, the original host's essence, energy, and spirit will quickly dissipate into the world through the spiritual guide.

It was precisely because of his exceptional understanding of this technique that Liu Feng was so confident and fearless at this moment.

He only needs to wait until the two start fighting to the death because of the Soul-Stealing Technique, then he can reap the benefits.

Regardless of whether the opponent succeeds in stealing the soul, the winner will be extremely weak and easy to deal with.

Upon hearing the words "Soul-Stealing Spirit Guide," Jin Jingtian suddenly stopped attacking, staring expressionlessly at Liu Feng inside the light barrier, his eyes brimming with boundless killing intent.

Although he already knew that the person who sold him the Soul-Feeding and Soul-Stealing Technique back then had no good intentions.

But he has never regretted it. If he could go back to the past, he would still make the same choice.

The path to immortality is elusive, and mortals vie for it. Even if Liu Feng is gone, there will be Li Feng, Wang Feng, and Liu Feng. No matter who comes, it cannot change his obsession with cultivating immortality. No matter what price he has to pay for it, he will not hesitate!

Zhou Ping's expression changed slightly after hearing Liu Feng's words. Soul-Stealing Spirit Guide? It didn't sound like a good thing.

Is this Jin Jingtian's final scheme against him?

Thinking of this, Zhou Ping quietly took a few steps back diagonally, maintaining a triangular formation with Jin Jingtian, and became fully alert.

"You should worry about your own safety first. Why do I keep attacking you so relentlessly even though I know I can't break through your turtle shell?"

A mocking expression slowly appeared on Jin Jingtian's aged face, and then he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Can you smell the incense filling the room? I started setting all this up the moment I entered."

"It wasn't directed at you, but why did you have to barge in?"

"The incense that fills this room with the spirit of separation of mother and child has been blended into ordinary incense and has already been inhaled by you. Just now, I used the recoil from striking you to disperse all the catalysts that would detonate this poison throughout this space."

"In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you will all fall into a deep sleep!"

After listening, Zhou Ping's eyes flashed, and then he began to curse loudly.

"You old fox! You actually used poison on me?! You'll be punished by heaven!"

After saying that, he looked like he wanted to run away.

Jin Jingtian quickly moved aside, blocking the path to the door, and chuckled at him.

Upon seeing this, Liu Feng also burst into laughter.

"Aren't you getting a little too cocky? If I'd known you knew how to use poison, I would have taken a miraculous antidote before I came in. What's a mere Soul-Separating Incense compared to that?"

"What!?"

Jin Jingtian was stunned, and the smile on his face slowly faded. Liu Feng's words made him feel as if he had fallen into an abyss.

If this child is unharmed, then when the spirit guides and seizes his soul, he will be like a fish on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others.

Just as Jin Jingtian was caught in a dilemma, Liu Feng, who had just been smiling, suddenly turned terrified and began to tremble uncontrollably.

As if shrouded in a mysterious force, they aged at a visible rate.

He stared in horror at his hands, which had gone from smooth and fair to rapidly withering and decaying. The speed was so fast that it seemed as if his body was being torn apart and bleeding between youth and old age.

In just a moment, without even letting out a scream, Liu Feng was reduced to a mangled corpse, barely recognizable as human.

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly. Zhou Ping and Jin Jingtian were stunned by the sudden change, especially the latter, who stood frozen in place because the scene was too horrifying.

After Liu Feng died, the golden light shield, no longer powered by magic, immediately disappeared, and a pale yellow talisman floated lightly to the edge of his corpse.

Zhou Ping was the first to react. At such close range, he used the Floating Shadow Step to instantly take the talisman into his hand.

Jin Jingtian was startled awake by his actions. His face was gloomy as he stared at the yellow talisman that Zhou Ping had snatched from his hand. Fear still lingered in his eyes. Liu Feng's miserable state had completely shocked this grandmaster.

Recalling everything that had just happened, Jin Jingtian's gaze fell on the black silver needles scattered not far from the corpse. Thinking back to the two men's initial sneak attack on Liu Feng, a chill ran down his spine.

"You did this!?"