Chapter 68

"Senior, please speak."

Fang Yi had already put away all the spirit substances, his heart on guard, looking at the old Daoist priest.

"It's not convenient here, how about we go to the back for a talk?"

The old Daoist priest smiled.

"Go to the back?"

Fang Yi frowned, his guard deepening.

"Rest assured, the old Daoist won't care about a few spirit substances."

The old Daoist priest smiled slightly and said: "Since I gave them to you, I naturally won't make a move to take them back. You don't need to poison me secretly either; although your toxins are not bad, they are not enough to hurt the old Daoist!"

He waved his sleeve, and a faint red mist dissipated from his body surface, quickly crumbling.

It was none other than the poison Fang Yi had emitted silently.

Fang Yi was shocked inwardly.

Such profound strength!

His poison was completely useless against him!

What was this person's cultivation?

"With the old Daoist's strength, if I wanted to deal with you, would I need to use a conspiracy?"

The old Daoist priest smiled.

"Alright."

Fang Yi nodded.

The old Daoist priest looked at the youth and smiled: "Dismantle the ring, we can leave in a while!"

The youth nodded, restrained his mood, leaped up directly, tore the couplets on both sides to shreds, and then slapped out; with a boom, the entire ring also collapsed directly.

Fang Yi followed the old Daoist priest, walking all the way toward the uninhabited area ahead.

The old Daoist priest sighed lightly and said: "Unexpectedly, the path of Evil Martial Arts has developed to such a point that even this remote place has an Evil Martial Arts successor like you. Can you tell me, who taught you this Evil Martial Arts?"

"Evil Martial Arts?"

Fang Yi frowned, somewhat unable to understand, and said: "What Evil Martial Arts?"

"What? Still playing dumb?"

The old Daoist priest smiled slightly and said: "Isn't this poison technique of yours Evil Martial Arts?"

"This poison technique of mine was researched by the junior himself; I really don't know about the Evil Martial Arts the senior mentioned."

Fang Yi responded, beginning to guess the old Daoist priest's identity in his heart.

"You don't know what Evil Martial Arts is?"

The old Daoist priest's eyes were surprised, and he sized up Fang Yi.

"Correct, could it be some cultivation technique of an evil sect?"

Fang Yi spoke and said: "I have come into contact with the Blood-Sucking Sect; I don't know if they count as Evil Martial Arts?"

"Interesting."

The old Daoist priest said in surprise: "From the moment you made a move, I could see that your attainments in Martial Dao are not low; your martial arts wisdom and martial arts knowledge far exceed ordinary people, possessing the demeanor of a grandmaster. Unexpectedly, you can really research an Evil Martial Arts system on your own?"

Even the youth who followed behind looked at Fang Yi strangely and said: "Old man, he doesn't look like he's lying; his spiritual world is very calm, without ripples."

Fang Yi's expression changed slightly, and he looked at the youth immediately.

This guy can perceive his spiritual world?

"Don't be nervous, I can only roughly perceive your spiritual fluctuations. The spiritual fluctuations of a liar are different from those of a normal person, and it's easy for me to perceive them."

The youth's tone was calm, and he said: "The path I walk is different from yours; Martial Dao is just a reference for me. Stones from other hills can polish jade; I practice Martial Dao just to stimulate my spirituality more conveniently."

"What do you mean?"

Fang Yi was suspicious.

"Simply put, this world is actually not as simple as it looks on the surface."

The youth said calmly: "Originally, you were not qualified to know all this, but you defeated me, so it's fine for me to tell you. Pure Martial Dao in this world has actually been cut off long ago. After the four great realms of Blood Qi, Bone Changing, Tendon Changing, and Shedding Mortal, Martial Dao has no path left to walk. How many geniuses have stopped here, ultimately exhausting their lifespan and dying in depression.

And outside of Martial Dao, there are four other paths, all in the depths of the mist.

They are called Seeking Immortal, Seeking God, Becoming Demon, and Transforming into Monster!

These four paths are each broad and profound, exceptionally powerful, and go further and stronger than Martial Dao.

The path I walk is the 【Path of Seeking Immortal】, which requires tempering in the red dust, experiencing the various states of the human world, not only involving Martial Dao, but also involving the Divine Dao, Demon Dao, and even the Monster Dao."

Fang Yi's heart tightened, and his mind instantly churned.

Seeking Immortal! Seeking God! Becoming Demon! Transforming into Monster!

There was actually such a secret in the depths of the mist?

"Then what is the Evil Martial Arts the senior mentioned?"

Fang Yi asked.

"Some people are unwilling to accept the dead end of Martial Dao, so they find another way, researching some evil paths on top of Martial Dao, such as blood-sucking, corpse-refining, poison-using, Gu-raising, extreme body..."

The mysterious old Daoist priest's tone was calm, and he said: "It's just that although these paths can indeed go a little further, each of them possesses huge drawbacks; either the mind is chaotic, or the power is impure."

"Alright."

Fang Yi's heart surged, feeling as if a new world had been opened up suddenly.

"Then what is Seeking Immortal, Seeking God, Becoming Demon, and Transforming into Monster?"

He followed up and asked.

"You don't need to know about this point."

The mysterious old Daoist priest shook his head lightly and said: "The four paths are all unrelated to you; your root bone doesn't fit. If you were suitable for any path, someone would have come to ferry you long ago. Those who haven't been ferried until now are all people whose root bones don't fit; even knowing about it is just adding trouble."

"Root bone doesn't fit?"

Fang Yi's voice was low.

"Yes."

The old Daoist priest spoke softly and said: "The four paths value root bones extremely highly, which can be called one in a hundred thousand. As long as you are suitable, someone will surely come to ferry you. No matter how remote you live, you will be discovered. If not, then you are not suitable."

The youth on the side also smiled slightly and said: "Back then, I was born in a remote little village, hundreds of miles away from the city, a place where birds don't lay eggs, but I was still found by my master. Since no one has come to find you yet, it means you are only suitable for the path of Martial Dao; asking about other paths is just asking in vain."

Fang Yi fell silent instantly.

A brand new world had just been glimpsed by him.

Was it going to be closed again?

"Then what is a matching root bone?"

"Hard to say, each path has its own way of judging."

The old Daoist priest shook his head and said: "It seems I really shouldn't have told you these things, shaking your heart of Martial Dao. You have quite a talent in Martial Dao; perhaps you can really walk out a unique path of Evil Martial Arts. You don't need to be obsessed with other paths now; grasping the present is the most important thing."

"Correct."

The youth also nodded lightly and said: "We are leaving soon. Instead of being high-minded, it's better to consolidate your foundation. Let me give you another piece of news: this area is about to be in chaos. In a Mist Forbidden Land nearby, a terrifying existence is about to go mad, and a great disaster will occur then. Although some great sects in the mist will come out to block it, it may still affect Qingyang City. Finding a retreat early is the way to go."

"Are the creatures in the mist coming out?"

Fang Yi couldn't help but ask.

"Yes."

The youth nodded and said: "The things coming out this time far exceed your imagination and will make those self-righteous great sects feel a headache. The great sects I mentioned are the people of those four paths."

Fang Yi was silent, suddenly associating it with a scene he had seen a few months ago.

Cranes spreading their wings in the high sky, their voices intense.

On their backs sat mysterious and hazy men and women.

Could those be the people of the four paths?

For a moment, he felt like he had become a background wall.

But he had a panel, so he wasn't necessarily weaker than others!

"Goodbye, we are leaving. By the way, my name is Jiang Wushang!"

The youth grinned, revealing white teeth, and waved at Fang Yi, "You are the first person to defeat me. I will remember you, looking forward to meeting again in the future."

The mysterious old Daoist priest shook his head lightly and said no more.

Fang Yi's expression was slightly stunned, only to see the two figures gradually blurring, like virtual shadows, disappearing suddenly...

Evaporated on the spot?

He suddenly gasped!

Is this the path of Seeking Immortal?

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