As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

105 Returning From the Sea (1)

On the calm sea, a fishing boat was floating at a steady pace. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, a figure sat in the boat like a dark statue.

“Rowing sucks!”

Jiang Ming’s eyes were blank as he let the boat drift with the current.

The big families in Dongyuan City had not done anything suspicious, so Jiang Ming did not bother to pay attention to them for the time being. He had heard that there were many islands in the coastal waters. He had wanted to buy a fishing boat and slowly row to an uninhabited island like a recluse. He had buried his head in studying the Blood Spirit Technique, but he had overestimated his skills.

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“I’m not fishing anymore!”

He looked around and did not find any traces of any ships. Jiang Ming simply threw away the oars, and with the blood Qi in his hand, he slapped the water behind him.

As the waves churned, the small boat shot out like an arrow from a bow, leaving a long white trail on the sea.

“Fortunately, the ship I bought is strong!”

Seeing that this method worked, Jiang Ming was also happy. He patted the surface of the water, like a child flopping in the pool, and quickly flew into the distance.

After passing through many islands along the way, Jiang Ming finally found an isolated island with steep terrain and strange rocks. There were also faint reefs on the beach, and most fishermen would not stop there.

Jiang Ming’s eyes lit up.

Slowly rowing the fishing boat to the offshore area, Jiang Ming flipped the boat over and held the body of the boat with both hands. The blood Qi under his feet suddenly burst out, and he jumped up with the boat, crossing hundreds of feet, and landed on a shallow beach.

Jiang Ming put down the boat and began to move things out of the cabin.

After hiding the ship and finding a cave to store all his items, Jiang Ming began to patrol the island.

After a few days, Jiang Ming chose a place with a small river and shade on a hillside on the island. He cut down wood and built a sturdy house as well as some furniture.

He would then spend another half a month cultivating farmland and growing crops. When he was bored, he would jump into the sea, catch fish, and make soup.

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“It’s another peaceful day!”

One morning, Jiang Ming got up and stretched. He looked at the cloudless sky and finally decided to start practicing the Blood Spirit Technique.

Although Jiang Ming did not have any immortal cultivation methods, according to his experience of eating mutated herbs and seeing Chen Dongfeng in battle, this technique would be extremely useful.

However, there were probably many obstacles in this way. Otherwise, the immortal cultivator who had died in the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest could have strengthened his body with this method when the spiritual energy gushed out and would not have been defeated.

“Whatever! Let’s practice first!”

Anyway, his physical body was far from its peak, and the Grandmaster realm was not so easy to break through. The only way to become stronger was to strengthen his body!

Recalling the breathing technique and the blood Qi circulation technique in the Blood Spirit Technique, Jiang Ming immediately began to try to practice it.

Alas, he failed the first two times!

Regardless, Jiang Ming remained calm and was not in a hurry. He was well aware of his own limits.

The Blood Spirit Technique was obviously beyond the scope of regular martial artists. It was clearly a wondrous technique of immortal cultivators. Comprehending it overnight was impossible.

“Alright, I’ll try again tomorrow!”

After more than a month, early in the morning, Jiang Ming sat cross-legged on a smooth boulder at the edge of the cliff. The waves below hit the cliff wall, making a loud crashing sound.

He was ready to call it a day after failing to comprehend it ten times.

Suddenly, a strange yet familiar power bloomed in his body.

Jiang Ming suddenly sat back down, and his face showed surprise, “It’s done?”

“Is this spiritual energy?”

A lock of Jiang Ming’s hair was slightly gray. However, it quickly turned back to black as if nothing had happened.

His focus was on the strange energy that bloomed in his body. It was almost the same as the aura of the mutated medicinal herbs, but it was much purer.

Jiang Ming tried to use this trace of spiritual energy to cultivate a mass of blood Qi. Suddenly, the mass of blood Qi shrank several times, but it became more condensed and the power contained in it became much stronger.