A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Jin Jingtian asked in a slightly trembling voice. He looked at Liu Feng's corpse. A living cultivator had died so strangely before his eyes, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

If Liu Feng hadn't suddenly appeared, this kid's silver needles probably wouldn't have been prepared for him, right?

Zhou Ping took two steps back, and without even thinking, denied it outright.

"Who knows what's wrong with him? My poisoned silver needles didn't hit him!"

Unexpectedly, the silver needles, after being dipped in a single drop of concentrated smoke and water, became so terrifying that they caused Liu Feng's immediate and tragic death.

This cannot be entirely blamed on Zhou Ping. Faced with this mysterious and unpredictable cultivator, he had no idea what kind of strange magic the other party would use.

His and Jin Jingtian's first sneak attack was probably their only chance to harm him.

Therefore, without hesitation, he used his most powerful methods.

He never expected it to lead to such a horrific result; he himself was unwilling to admit that he had committed such a cruel act.

Jin Jingtian took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart. Regardless of whether Zhou Pingcheng admitted it or not, he had already raised the level of danger of the kid in front of him to the highest level.

Knowing that Zhou Ping had already been poisoned by the Soul-Separating Powder he had laid, Jin Jingtian felt a little relieved. He then cautiously retreated to the entrance of the main hall, blocking the exit behind him.

"I already promised to help you break the seal, why did you still poison me?"

"You need to understand, without my help, no one can open that restriction inside!"

Zhou Ping, though outwardly fierce, inwardly trembled as he questioned Jin Jingtian.

"Hmph! Nobody's going to help me? Then I'll open it myself!"

Jin Jingtian chuckled, seemingly unconcerned.

"You can open it?!"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Zhou Ping raised an eyebrow and immediately asked a question, but a sense of unease arose in his heart, as if he had a vague understanding of Jin Jingtian's scheme.

As expected, Jin Jingtian's next words brought Zhou Ping's unease to its peak.

"Once I possess your body, I can open it myself, right...?"

Jin Jingtian said slowly, a look of madness and greed gradually appearing on his face. His blood-red eyes stared intently at Zhou Ping, as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

When Zhou Ping saw that the other party had finally revealed his scheme against him, his heart sank little by little.

It seems that Jin Jingtian never intended for him to leave safely from the beginning; what the other party was after was actually his body.

Since learning about the existence of cultivators, Zhou Ping has found himself no longer surprised by all sorts of strange and unusual things.

These bizarre events, which should have horrified ordinary people, were nothing special to him at this moment, and he felt no confusion or panic whatsoever.

This state of mind felt unfamiliar to him. Could this be a special change after cultivating immortal techniques?

"Is it that so-called Soul-Stealing Spirit Guide?"

Zhou Ping's face showed a look of realization, but he slowly retreated back into the dark room, placing one hand on the jade platform.

Upon seeing this, Jin Jingtian's expression changed slightly. He cautiously moved closer, secretly wary of the opponent's hidden silver needle weapon.

"No need to waste your time. The time is almost up. Having been poisoned by the Soul-Separating Powder, you're unlikely to escape my grasp today!"

Zhou Ping stared at Jin Jingtian with a gloomy expression, his Qingyuan True Qi slowly gathering in his palm.

Suddenly, he swayed, stumbled against the wall behind him, and then slowly fainted in the dark room.

Seeing this, Jin Jingtian curled up a cold smile and slowly walked towards Zhou Ping.

Looking at the black spiritual guide on his wrist that had become unusually active, a bloodthirsty madness flashed in his eyes.

Become!

Upon arriving at the jade platform, Jin Jingtian narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised his hand to strike the unconscious Zhou Ping. Golden true energy circulated rapidly around his palm, and the resulting palm wind made Zhou Ping's clothes tremble wildly.

Just then, Zhou Ping suddenly opened his eyes, his figure slid to the side in a strange manner, and the gleaming silver needles that he had hidden in his hand suddenly burst forth.

"Well done!"

Jin Jingtian grinned, as if he had foreseen the future. His body also blurred in a strange way and disappeared from the spot. The silver needle that shot towards him flashed past the center of his afterimage's brow in an instant.

Before Zhou Ping could even react with surprise, he was horrified to discover that a withered, aged finger had already pressed against the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest.

His body instantly lost sensation and he could no longer move an inch.

"You brat, trying to trick me again? I won't fall for the same trick twice."

Jin Jingtian appeared face-to-face with Zhou Ping, accompanied by a sinister voice.

Zhou Ping's eyes widened in anger, his face still bearing an expression of disbelief.

"You old fox! How do you know I haven't been poisoned?!"

"I don't know, but that kid was immune to the Soul Separation Powder. Who knows if you, as a fellow cultivator, could be too?"

"Hahaha! You're still too green to try and outsmart me! Do you think your Floating Shadow Step is amazing? You've even mastered the Wind-Intercepting Hand and the Soul-Wandering Needle. That's quite impressive."

"But have you ever wondered... where did the Green Bamboo Sect's martial arts techniques come from?"

"Don't you find it laughable to try and teach a grandmaster like yourself?"

At this moment, Jin Jingtian was in high spirits. After controlling Zhou Ping, he couldn't help but say these words that chilled Zhou Ping to the bone.

"So, you've known all along that I've been secretly practicing these techniques?"

Zhou Ping's face was gloomy, and he looked unwilling.

"I don't know, but I can confidently tell you that no matter what kind of cultivation technique you practice in the Green Bamboo Sect, it's all the same in my eyes—utterly useless!"

Jin Jingtian spoke with an arrogant expression, as if only now revealing his domineering and domineering aura as a grandmaster in the martial arts world.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping sighed softly, his expression gradually returning to calm.

He underestimated the terrifying strength of a martial arts grandmaster. His own martial arts cultivation was as laughable as a toddler learning to walk in the grandmaster's eyes.

Jin Jingtian noticed the change in Zhou Ping's expression and showed a hint of surprise, and couldn't help but ask curiously,

"What? Have you finally given up resisting?"

"Give up? You don't think you're the only one who knows how to use poison, do you?"

Zhou Ping rolled his eyes, revealing a mocking expression, just like Jin Jingtian had just done.

"This is?!"

Jin Jingtian was startled by Zhou Ping's words, and then he was horrified to find that one of his palms had turned pitch black in the blink of an eye, and then quickly spread to his arm and shoulder.

He let out a low roar and immediately began to circulate his Golden Bamboo True Qi, sending it rushing wildly towards his arm.

"You brat! You use poison too!?"