Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

Beiju Luzhou, Chenjia Mine Pit.

Beside the dusty mine, a figure stood, a man in black carrying a blood-dripping iron sword. Like the King of Hell calling a roll, he stabbed each of the kneeling miners in the heart.

Zhou Youyuan is ranked fourth.

"You should have some conscience! I've been mining for your Chen family for ten years, a full ten years! And this is how you treat your hard work..."

With a soft thud, the one who begged for mercy was pierced through the heart. This man in black showed no mercy; there were two more ahead of him.

"Spare me! Please, spare me! I know him! I know the head butler of the Chen family! I'm his cousin..."

With a single sword stroke, his so-called relatives could not seem to redeem him; only one person remained.

"Heh...heh, playing this trick, huh? Do you know what I did before I started mining for your Chen family? Have you ever heard of the Red-Clad Plum Blossom Thief? Brothers, charge!"

Before he could finish speaking, the so-called red-clad bandit, along with his brothers who had been lying in ambush nearby, was wiped out by the Chen family's armed guards with crossbows.

"I……"

When it was Zhou Youyuan's turn, he didn't really know what to say. After all, he was neither a meritorious official nor had any family or relatives, and he was not some red-clad thief hiding his identity.

But now that things have come to this point, he felt it wouldn't be right not to say something.

Fortunately, the man in black in front of him seemed to see through his dilemma and, without saying a word, thrust out his sword.

Without any reversal or twists, Zhou Youyuan, like the other miners who were betrayed by the Chen family, was stabbed in the heart and kicked into the mine pit.

Then, one warm corpse after another crashed down, completely burying him beneath them.

As darkness fell before my eyes and I was losing consciousness, I could only faintly hear a conversation coming from the mine.

"Young Master, the associated spiritual marrow at the bottom of this mine has been completely dug out, and not a single miner was left alive."

"Not bad, Laifu, you did very well this time. I've heard my cousin say that although the Creation Immortal Sect seems to be a righteous immortal sect, it doesn't shy away from the cruel infighting among its disciples."

Those without real skill won't even be left with bones. This time, when I go to knock on the gates of immortality, I absolutely cannot let outsiders know that I brought so many top-grade spirit stones.

The sound gradually faded into the distance.

……

Time flies, the sun rises and the moon sets.

As evening approached, something unexpected happened in this blood-soaked mine.

A blood-stained arm forcefully pushed aside the corpse lying in front of it, the commotion startling several vultures that were foraging for food.

"Damn it, we agreed on blood packs, and he went overboard. I wasted my hundred-gold coin. I'm going to keep the promised payment for ten or fifteen days."

After a long struggle, the figure finally managed to climb out of the blood-soaked mass grave; it was Zhou Youyuan.

Under the moonlight, there was no wound at the hole in his clothes where he had been stabbed by a sword during the day; only a tattered blood bag of intestines hung beside him.

During the day, it was just a show he put on with Old Wang, the martial arts instructor of the Chen family. As for why they put on such a show, we have to start with his identity.

Zhou Youyuan was not originally from this world; yes, it's another cliché time-travel story.

He time-traveled in a foot massage parlor, and damn it, it happened after he had an extra session.

The technician, number 98, dressed in tight black stockings, had just bent down and whispered a soft, fragrant breath into his ear when he looked down at that unfathomable expanse of snow-white skin. He hadn't even had a chance to experience it yet...

My vision went black, and that's how I got through it so hastily.

What's even more absurd is that he transmigrated to a cruel cultivation world that only recognizes strength and spiritual roots.

In this Northern Continent, the lives of mortals are worth less than grass. Sects are everywhere, demons roam freely, and immortals flying in the sky can slaughter an entire town with a simple hand gesture if they are in a bad mood.

However, his body lacked any spiritual root for cultivating immortality.

Just when he was feeling utterly hopeless and considering whether to simply find a place to start over, he suddenly looked back and realized that the cheat code was right there in his mind.

All the celestial destinies are debts, all the prodigies of ages are but furnaces; a single drop of cause and effect enters this scroll, ten thousand years of cultivation become its wedding gown—"The Record of Sending Off the Dead."

This book, which he casually picked up from an antique stall, was a tattered scroll full of ancient text. Now, it seems to be an extraordinary treasure, and it is also the cause and effect of his time travel.

When Zhou Youyuan saw those flamboyant inscriptions on the book page, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

It's as if I can already see myself sweeping across the ages, ascending to heaven on a cloud of glory—a truly exhilarating story.

But when he carefully studied the ancient text in the book the next day, he discovered that while this cheat was powerful, it also had significant flaws.

It has two core functions.

The first one is that the host is immortal and impervious to time, but not to this thing...

You won't grow old, but you can't cultivate anymore either, right?

The way to cultivate in this world is to absorb the true spirit of heaven and earth and transform it into one's own body, but your own body is locked up by this broken book, so what are you going to absorb?

Zhou Youyuan, an immortal without cultivation, thought of the lab mice in his previous life and couldn't help but shudder.

Fortunately, this book has another function—[borrowing life through cause and effect].

This thing is really powerful; as long as you obtain a drop of the target's true blood, you can forcibly bind to the target.

Once the target dies and his cultivation dissipates, Zhou Youyuan will be able to inherit his entire life's cultivation, spiritual root talent, and top-notch family wealth.

Awesome!

Unfortunately, while this thing is powerful, it also has many limitations. One is that the cultivation level of the person you bind to cannot be higher than yours.

That doesn't matter. After all, he's immortal. If he chooses a young girl like Xiao Yan or Han Li, he'll eventually get his chance.

However, this second point posed a challenge for him: he had to spend three months within ten feet of his target to establish a karmic bond before he could bind them with the written agreement!

He was just an ordinary mortal; where could he find a young man with spiritual roots and a promising future like Xiao Yanbang?

Fortunately, three months ago, he heard about the Chen family of Aolai. It was said that a genius with a mid-grade spiritual root was found in the test and was even spotted by the Creation Immortal Sect, which allowed him to participate in the once-in-a-decade entrance examination.

This was not right, so he used the financial skills he had acquired over many years in the business world in his previous life to run the "Zhou's Scam" by attracting deposits with high interest rates and swindling his first pot of gold.

They also bribed the young master Chen's personal maid and martial arts instructor with a large sum of money. The maid whispered in his ear, and the young master, thinking himself clever, came to the mine every day to keep watch.

This allowed him to easily reach his three-month quota.

He just didn't expect that the young master of the Chen family was not only not smart, but also truly ruthless. After digging up the spirit stones, he actually pulled a fast one.

If he hadn't made a deal with Lao Wang beforehand to get his blood, and hadn't been offered a large sum of money last night as a lure, he might have really been caught off guard this morning.

Not bad, young man, you're ruthless enough. I'm sure you'll make a name for yourself in the Immortal Sect. I have high hopes for you.

Zhou Youyuan grinned, sat cross-legged in the mass grave, took out the porcelain bottle given to him by Old Wang from his bosom, stuck a drop of blood essence on it and pressed it firmly to his brow.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the previously unknown "Record of Sending Off the Dead" shone with a mysterious light.

The originally black, wordless cover was slowly opened, and the blood belonging to Chen Changsheng seeped into the paper, transforming into a chain of cause and effect.

Then, lines of ancient seal script gradually appeared at the top of the page:

[Talent No. 1: Chen Changsheng]

[Talent: Mid-grade dual spiritual roots of metal and fire]

[Cultivation Level: Mortal]

[Assets: 53 Spirit Stones, 3 Spirit Marrows]

[Remaining lifespan: 149 years]

Below, there is another light screen that displays Chen Changsheng's movements in real time.

At this moment, Chen Changsheng had just returned to his room, and in front of him was the maid who had been bribed by Zhou Youyuan, who was lightly loosening her robes and had a spring-like look in her almond eyes.

Chen Changsheng was also very sensible, without uttering a single unnecessary word, his large hands expertly sliding towards the smooth surface beneath the thin veil...

Do not look at what is improper! Do not look at what is improper!