There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 142: The Despicable Zhao Xiu

In the dark underground.

A Tun was hopping and skipping.

While hopping, he was also singing an ancient melody.

Suddenly, A Tun froze.

He saw the faint crimson blood mist emanating from Xia Ming's body.

Like smoke and mist, as the blood mist condensed, the smoke gathered and the blood solidified.

What appeared in front of A Tun were streaks of blood qi, resembling flowing ribbons of light.

The blood color permeated, as if Xia Ming had put on a crimson robe.

Then, under A Tun's respectful gaze, Xia Ming slowly opened his eyes.

He gently patted A Tun's big head and let out a long breath.

"A Tun, go rest first. You've worked hard during this period."

A Tun was filled with trepidation!

With a gentle wave of his hand, Xia Ming directly withdrew A Tun into his lower dantian.

His gaze focused, Xia Ming clenched his fist.

Target: Five Finger Prison!

Extreme Dao Body Technique, activate!

Boom!

Flesh and blood splattered, echoing in his ears.

Despite the intense pain, a smile appeared at the corner of Xia Ming's mouth.

Indeed, this layer of blood-colored veil was enough to counteract most of the reactive force.

Now he could save the Jade Thread Talisman, but there was one thing Xia Ming was not satisfied with.

His blood qi was too weak, and he couldn't even exert one percent of the power of the demonic body of the Outer Path.

Yes, the demonic body of the Outer Path was something Xia Ming comprehended from the Great Sui Dao Scripture.

The demonic body of the Outer Path was a defense mechanism rooted in the physical body.

In Xia Ming's view, it was like an immune system.

However, this immune system did not immunize against viruses, but against physical impact and spiritual energy attacks.

The stronger the demonic body, the more vigorous the blood qi, the stronger the demonic body of the Outer Path.

A perfected demonic body of the Outer Path would be enough to battle the Immortal Continent!

...

With a focused gaze, Xia Ming threw another punch.

Extreme Dao, Bone Sacrifice! Activate!

As his fist burst out, the blood-colored veil swayed incessantly, and Xia Ming's right fist shattered inch by inch.

At the moment of intense pain, the Five Finger Prison also trembled.

Boom—

Listening to the sound of cracking reverberating in the air.

Xia Ming knew that the day he went out was not far away.

...

While Xia Ming was escaping, Po Liuhan was also searching for He Niansheng's whereabouts in the Wumang Mountains.

Po Liuhan didn't have Xia Ming's sensing magnetic field, but he could still smell the scent of blood and tightly pursue He Niansheng.

Just as Po Liuhan was walking along a certain cliff, without any warning, a giant hand made of stone suddenly attacked him.

With the Nascent Soul's phantom appearing behind him, Po Liuhan struck out with a palm. As the rocks shattered, the cliff collapsed, and rocks fell like rain.

In an instant, Po Liuhan fell directly into the steep cliff.

At the same time, on top of the mountain cliff, a walking corpse slowly emerged.

A drop of blood was smeared on the forehead of the motionless figure.

A drop of Xia Ming's blood.

Just as the motionless figure was looking down at the cliff, a big hand pierced through his chest.

As the motionless figure trembled, the icy voice of Pò Liù Hán quietly sounded.

"Run, run, I will find you... Xia Ming."

With one strike, Pò Liù Hán beheaded the motionless figure and continued to chase deep into the mountains.

In the instant when the head of the lifeless body was severed and flew away, Hé Niànshēng, deep within the earth, slowly opened his cold eyes.

"Indeed... it is indeed so! This guy wants to kill not me, but Xia Ming..."

"He is searching for Xia Ming's trace, but... why is that?"

Hé Niànshēng knew well that Xia Ming was a native of Xizi.

He had only been in Xiānzhōu for a few days, how could he have provoked such a formidable enemy?

Something is fishy about this.

Lost in thought, Hé Niànshēng looked at his slender body.

The Great Dao is not yet achieved, it still needs the nourishment of flesh and blood.

This cannot go on.

"Xia Ming, Xia Ming... should I give up on Xia Ming?"

Muttering the name Xia Ming, Hé Niànshēng made an extremely difficult decision.

That distorted monster is too strong, even Hé Niànshēng has no way to deal with him.

He originally wanted to keep Xia Ming as a medicinal herb, but now it seems that this valuable herb cannot be kept.

Can he bear to let it go?

Of course he can! Only by staying alive can one become an immortal!

If he dies, then everything will truly be in vain.

The key now is how to extricate himself from this chaotic situation.

To get rid of that damn monster.

...

In the end, at a narrow mountain pass, a slender motionless figure held a jade box in his hands and stood in front of Pò Liù Hán.

The motionless figure silently looked at Pò Liù Hán in front of him, then hoarsely said,

"I came here to resolve the misunderstanding between you and me."

Pò Liù Hán's lifeless eyes scanned the motionless figure in front of him, then he coldly smiled.

"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding."

"Hand over what you stole, and then... I'll cut off your head."

"The misunderstanding will naturally end."

"Sir, I have only been in Dàguān for less than a quarter of a year, how could I have stolen something from you?"

There was no anger or fear in the motionless figure's tone, not a hint of fluctuation.

"If I'm not mistaken, sir, what you are pursuing is bloodline, right? You might as well take a look at the blood in the jade box."

After saying this, the motionless figure threw the jade box to Pò Liù Hán.

Inside the jade box was a second-generation blood pill and a drop of blood solidified in ice.

As Pò Liù Hán examined these two things, the hoarse voice of the motionless figure slowly sounded again.

"Sir, take a look, is this drop of blood the person you are looking for?"

"Sir, I can understand the reason why you are looking for me. I won't hide it from you, I refined this blood into a pill, and over time, it has absorbed a bit of its scent."

After inspecting the blood, Pò Liù Hán slowly looked at the motionless figure across from him.

"Come out, let me take a closer look."

"Come out?"

行僵冷冷地看着破六韩，他的语气也陡然变得无比寒涩。

"Sir, don't think that refusing to drink will save you. In this Wumang Mountain, I can accompany you until the end. Do you believe it?"

"I can keep delaying, but what about you? You're also working for someone, right? How long can you drag it out?"

"If you want to fight, then let's fight! I, He Mo, have never been afraid!"

As soon as He Mo finished speaking, the surrounding mountains began to crack.

It seemed as if the mountain was about to come alive in the next moment.

After deeply looking at He Mo, Pò Liù Hán finally nodded slowly.

"Hand over this person, and I won't bother you anymore."

After throwing a jade slip to Pò Liù Hán, He Mo's body turned into a pile of ashes.

In the end, Pò Liù Hán continued walking towards the cave where Xia Ming was suppressed.

At the same time, Xia Ming was relentlessly pounding on the cage above his head.

...

Boom!

Another powerful strike.

This punch completely shattered Xia Ming's arm.

The price was high, but the reward was considerable.

Looking at the large hole above his head, Xia Ming couldn't help but laugh.

Hehe!

Even the Five Elements Mountain can't suppress me!

Just as Xia Ming was laughing foolishly, he suddenly saw another person's head poking in.

The five-fingered cage, four eyes meeting, it was quite awkward.

"You? Are you Xia Ming?"

In an instant, Xia Ming was stunned.

Am I... Xia Ming?

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from the person's body, Xia Ming was dumbfounded.

"Ah... I... Maybe... I'm Xia Ming?"

After taking a deep look at Xia Ming, Pò Liù Hán's eyes flashed with a hint of shock.

Huh? Something's not right!

Why does this guy have the same aura as me?

Could he be a family member?

But that shouldn't be right!

Is he the one who stole things?

Although his soul and aura were similar, there was a strange feeling about him.

How could he change his physical aura and soul fluctuations in such a short time?

Moreover, this kid is too weak. How could he activate the Immortal Law of theft?

Pò Liù Hán planned to ask Xia Ming after taking him out of the deep pit in the cave.

...

"Where are you from? Who else is in your family?"

"Ah... I don't know. I'm called Xia Ming, and my soul is a bit messed up."

Upon hearing Xia Ming's words, Pò Liù Hán nodded slowly.

Yes, there's something wrong with everyone in his family.

Could this kid really be my younger brother?

In his hesitation, Pò Liù Hán decided not to hide anything.

"Did you steal something? A jade ring? Blood-colored? Also known as the Extreme Sea Blood Wheel?"

"Ah? I don't know..."

Blinking his eyes, Xia Ming stared at Pò Liù Hán intently.

Xia Ming knew that this person was incredibly strong!

But from some details in his words, Xia Ming felt that something was off.

What made Xia Ming even more afraid was that this person was looking for the Extreme Sea Blood Wheel!

"I can deceive even nine cranes! Stay calm, Xia Ming! Don't panic!"

Thinking of this, Xia Ming sat down like an old dog.

Deception is just deception.

Looking into Xia Ming's sincere eyes, Pò Liù Hán asked slowly again.

"Kid, do you know anyone surnamed Zhao?"

Pò Liù Hán's thoughts were simple. If it wasn't Xia Ming or He Nian who had made a move, then someone must have deliberately led him here.

Who could that person be? It must be Zhao Xiu, whom the Immortal Lord often mentioned!

That despicable Zhao Xiu!

Hearing Pò Liù Hán's voice, a bold idea gradually emerged in Xia Ming's mind.

Someone surnamed Zhao?

Interesting, why not do it this way?

Fight fire with fire?

Find a way to deceive this person away?

So, Xia Ming slowly uttered a name.

—Zhao Jiu.

Hearing this name, Pò Liù Hán was suddenly shocked.

The name Zhao Jiu was well-known, and Pò Liù Hán naturally knew it.

"Zhao Jiu? Tell me more about this Zhao Jiu."

...

As Xia Ming told his story, Pò Liù Hán's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Similar cultivation level, also the Ninth Prince, and a high probability of obtaining the Immortal Law.

What's more important is that he went to the Lower Realm and directly reached the summit of the Ancestral Peak.

After reaching the summit, this guy even tempered his body under the scorching sun and flew in the sky.

How much potential does his physical body have?

...

Taking a deep breath, Pò Liù Hán became more and more certain.

Zhao Jiu is the one who stole the Extreme Sea Blood Wheel! This master and disciple are just a smokescreen!

He used his own aura to confuse the auras of these two disciples.

As time passed, their auras dimmed, and the two returned to their true selves.

What's more, when this guy stole the Blood Wheel, he wasn't even on the Great View Immortal Continent.

If something happened, it wouldn't implicate his Zhao family.

How despicable Zhao Xiu is!

With his thoughts clear, Pò Liù Hán had another question.

So, how can I kill Zhao Jiu and retrieve the Extreme Sea Blood Wheel?

He is the sun of the Immortal Continent now.

(End of this chapter)