Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

The Qingmang Mountain was exceptionally quiet in the morning, with a rustling sound as the mountain breeze swept through the treetops.

In an open space on the outskirts of the mountain, a nearly three-zhang-long, striped beast lay sprawled on the ground, half-dead and barely breathing.

If you look closely, you can see that its lower body is already stuck in the mud, and the surrounding ground is cracked, as if it was smashed in by some heavy object.

Even at this point, the giant tiger still retained a fierce aura.

An ordinary person would probably feel weak in the knees if they got just a few steps closer.

But at this moment, standing next to the giant tiger were three figures: an old man and two young men.

Mo Yunfeng frowned as he looked at the boy, who was staring intently at the giant tiger, frozen in place with his body half-turned.

"Hey kid, what's wrong with you now? Are you coming or not?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan seemed to snap out of his daze and looked up at the old man.

He didn't show much unusual expression, but hesitated for a moment before asking:

"Senior, what are your plans for dealing with this giant tiger?"

"That beast kept me wandering around in the mountains for days. Besides being strong, it's useless. I was planning to kill it and use its bones to make wine. Why are you asking this?"

Mo Yunfeng asked in surprise.

"Senior, may I get a closer look at this beast? I was almost eaten by it last time, and I've always been quite curious about it."

Zhou Yan showed no sign of anything amiss, seemingly genuinely just curious.

"Look, look quickly, and then leave."

With an impatient wave, Mo Yunfeng turned to talk to the girl.

"Yan'er, you can learn from Grandpa when he refines pills later..."

The girl nodded earnestly.

Seeing that neither of them was paying attention to him, Zhou Yan took two steps forward.

The giant tiger's eyes were half-open, and a hint of ferocity still lingered in its cloudy, beastly pupils.

However, its entire skeleton has been shattered by Mo Yunfeng, and it is now on the verge of death, looking rather pitiful.

But then he remembered how he had been chased and almost died a few days ago, and his pitiful feelings vanished instantly.

He extended a finger and touched the "king" character pattern on his forehead.

The next moment, the panel changed.

[The Power of Two Tigers (Green) is available for exchange. Would you like to exchange it?]

  

[The "Power of Two Tigers (Green)" is a special attribute and cannot be directly fused. It can be fused with "Power of Nine Oxen (Green)" to create "Power of Nine Oxen and Two Tigers (Blue)".]

Looking at the information displayed on the panel, Zhou Yan pondered for a moment.

No wonder it's called "exchange" instead of "trade".

Functional terms seem to only be synthesized, like "the strength of nine oxen and two tigers"...

You must know, this tiger is no ordinary tiger from my previous life. It is a beast that even experts at the fourth level of cultivation would avoid!

Based on this, it can be inferred that the "strength of nine oxen" must only be possessed by bovine beasts!

"exchange."

Zhou Yan thought to himself, "Since I don't need to increase my lifespan anyway, I might as well keep it for now. What if I really encounter a bovine spirit beast?"

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the panel in front of him blurred and changed.

[Exchange successful. The Power of Two Tigers (Green) has been added to the backup entry.]

[The Power of Two Tigers (Green): One plus one equals two, so two tigers together equal three tigers.]

"What kind of nonsense literature is this!"

Zhou Yan twitched the corner of his mouth and withdrew his hand.

He stood up and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Mo Yunfeng.

"Senior, I have finished reading it."

Mo Yunfeng didn't even turn his head.

"Leave after you're done watching, don't linger."

Zhou Yan nodded and then bid farewell to Mo Qingyan.

"Miss Mo, until we meet again."

The girl turned and glanced at him, then whispered:

"Be careful on the road."

Zhou Yan smiled, said nothing more, and turned to walk down the mountain.

They hadn't gone far when they heard Mo Yunfeng's voice behind them.

"Huh? Died so quickly? He really was a quick fix..."

Zhou Yan quickened his pace almost imperceptibly.

He only slowed down when he could no longer hear the sounds behind him.

The mountain road winds its way through the surrounding woods.

Zhou Yan controlled his breathing and raised his hand, revealing a control panel.

[Talent Attributes: Copper Skin and Iron Bones (Green), Ever-Changing Aura (Green)]

[Alternative entry (current capacity: three): The Power of Two Tigers (Green)]

Age: 16

Lifespan: Nine years and three months

[Martial Arts Skills: First three levels of Bronze Body Technique (Beginner), Body Tempering Technique (Perfect), Collarbone Grappling Hand (Minor Success)]

[Realm Level: Second Stage of Body Refinement (Entry-level)]

He touched his chin thoughtfully.

The "accommodation capacity" likely means that I can only store three backup entries.

Therefore, it's not necessary to include every possible alternative keyword; we must be cautious.

He put his hand down and stopped thinking about the entries, since his strength was still somewhat lacking and this matter depended on luck.

The footwork technique that Mo Qingfeng had taught him, the Heavy Mountain Step, involuntarily came to mind!

This footwork is somewhat different from the light-body skills he saw in movies from his previous life.

This footwork emphasizes power!

To put it bluntly, it's not about being agile and graceful, but about bursting speed over short distances.

One step forward, and it's like rolling rocks, unstoppable!

This suits his current approach perfectly.

Zhou Yan felt a slight warmth in his heart.

What he fears most now is encountering an opponent who is fast but doesn't engage in close combat with him.

If one can master this Heavy Mountain Step, at least one will no longer have to rely on being beaten to close the distance as before.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan couldn't help but give it a try.

Following the mantra in his mind, he lowered his center of gravity and gently placed the balls of his feet on the ground.

The blood and qi sink downwards.

The next moment, a muffled thud came from the rocks beneath their feet.

Zhou Yan suddenly lunged forward.

too fast.

Before he could adjust his direction, he crashed headfirst into the bushes beside him.

Whoosh!

Grass blades flew about.

Zhou Yan crawled out of the grass, covered in dust and dirt, and spat twice.

"Pah! Pah!"

It was indeed powerful, but it also consumed a lot of his vital energy. In just one move, he had used up nearly a third of his vital energy, which meant that this was not a footwork martial art that could be used for traveling.

Not at least not for now.

Along the way, Zhou Yan was familiarizing himself with this martial art. The more he learned about it, the more he could feel its power and difficulty in mastering it.

Even now, there's still no information about getting started on the panel.

However, it makes sense, as such profound martial arts are not so easy to learn.

……

Qingzhou City, the headquarters of the Blackwater Gang.

"Scarface, how did things go?"

A slightly aged, hoarse voice rang out in the empty hall.

Scarface, who was standing respectfully below, raised his head slightly and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

The first thing that catches the eye is a large and imposing tiger-skin chair, on which sits a tall, elderly man with a wrinkled face and droopy eyelids.

It was Kan Zhujiang, the leader of the Blackwater Gang, also known as Black Dragon.

"Reporting back to the leader, the matter has been completed, and the information has been transmitted as you instructed."

Scarface stepped forward, bowed, and spoke respectfully.

"Not bad! I trust you to handle things. After I die, the Blackwater Gang will still be handed over to you young people."

Kan Zhujiang spoke earnestly.

"Our leader is in his prime, destined for a long and healthy life, how could he possibly die?"

Scarface's breathing became almost imperceptibly heavier, but his expression remained respectful with a hint of worry.

They seem genuinely worried about the other person's health.

"Live to a hundred years old? How can I live to a hundred years old if I can't break through the acquired realm? I've been stuck at the fifth level of cultivation for over twenty years. Now my qi and blood are declining, making it even harder to replenish my blood. Not to mention, my strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be. I don't have many days left to live."

At this point, his dry, bark-like hands picked up a teacup, took a sip, and slowly said:

"What we're doing now is paving the way for your future, so that the Blackwater Gang won't be wiped out after I leave. Do you understand?"

"Our leader is a man of profound wisdom and unwavering loyalty. Your subordinate is willing to die for him."

Scarface immediately knelt on one knee and shouted.

"You understand, that's good. So this matter can't be known to anyone, not even those who know..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man waved his withered hand across his neck.

Scarface instantly understood what the other person meant, but he hesitated and said:

"Well... Boss, you may not know this, but the others are fine. However, the lowly jailer who delivered the message for me is a regular jailer. If we kill him, wouldn't that cause unnecessary trouble?"

"Heh, a mere jailer, who cares? The task assigned by the master is the most important thing. Once the master has accomplished his task, everything else will be fine."

A rare look of excitement appeared on the face of the elderly Kan Zhujiang, which then disappeared.

"Yes, I understand! I will go and make the arrangements immediately."

Seeing the other party wave his hand, Scarface said nothing more and quietly withdrew.

Close the lobby door.

Scarface's smile vanished, and he glanced once more through the wooden door at the figure in the hall, his eyes filled with malice.

Old man!

……