Demon, come and cultivate for me.

"If one can find a high-level cultivation technique, there is hope that one can transform from an acquired martial artist into an innate martial artist. From then on, the technique will be divine and lifespan will be long."

As Ji Ling Daoist spoke, he kept a close eye on Zhou Chu's expression.

If I can persuade this kid to change his mind, I can save my old life.

"Long lifespan? How long can it be?"

Zhou Chu understood that techniques could be considered divine. For example, the Taixu Sword Technique, which allowed one to transform a single sword into a hundred swords upon entering the beginner stage, was a divine technique.

Ji Ling Daoist replied: "I have heard that the head of the Xie family in the capital is a Xiantian martial artist, at the True Body Realm, and is now 182 years old."

The current king of the Great Yan Kingdom was a master martial artist who reached the Innate Realm in his early years and is now 260 years old.

Furthermore, there is the ruler of the Qin Kingdom in the northwest, a Grandmaster-level expert, over four hundred and twenty years old. Rumors circulate that the Qin ruler is expected to break through again this year, reaching the Martial Saint realm.

In the past, Zhou Chu would not have believed in the idea of ​​immortality.

However, after witnessing that there are demons, martial arts, immortal techniques, and even magical treasures in this world.

Then it makes perfect sense that mortals can achieve immortality through practicing martial arts techniques.

Zhou Chu nodded, signaling him to continue.

Seeing that Zhou Chu had become interested, the Taoist Jiling continued:

"The relics of the ancient human race are hidden in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, which are shrouded in poisonous miasma."

That land was teeming with poisonous insects and giant pythons, and teeming with ferocious beasts and demons; danger lurked everywhere.

The deeper one goes, the denser the poisonous miasma becomes, and countless martial artists have died from it.

Back then, my senior brother and I followed our master into the Ten Thousand Mountains, where we faced countless dangers.

To my utter surprise, just as I found clues to the ruins, my master and senior brother both perished, leaving only me to escape alive.

Now that I have this Crimson Mirage Pearl, I can travel without fear in this poisonous land.

At this point, Daoist Jiling deliberately paused, keeping Zhou Chu in suspense, waiting for him to ask to be taken into the mountain.

"Alright, I understand. I'll send you on your way now."

Zhou Chu raised his fist, and a pale blue dragon-shaped phantom swirled and coalesced on his fist.

This wicked old Taoist priest caused many innocent women to be brutally violated by the mountain demons and ultimately die in the Centipede Cave. If he is not killed, it would be a disservice to their wronged souls.

Master Jiling's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly cried out:

"Hold your hand! I know the route to the ancient human ruins. Spare my life, and I'll lead you into the mountains so you can avoid many detours."

Over the years I have saved up a considerable amount of money, enough to cover my travel expenses to Baiyue…”

The old man has even changed how he refers to himself; he seems genuinely panicked.

Zhou Chu was indeed somewhat tempted by the conditions offered by the Taoist Ji Ling.

To break through, he must find a high-level cultivation technique, and he definitely has to go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Although having the Crimson Mirage Pearl in hand means one is not afraid of poisonous miasma and insects, one cannot search aimlessly like a headless fly.

The Ten Thousand Mountains sound incredibly vast.

Diving headfirst into it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But then again, this old Taoist priest is ruthless and cunning; keeping him around might lead to his harm at any time.

As the saying goes, you can chase a thief for a thousand days, but you can't guard against a thief for a thousand days.

I can't sleep soundly when you're alive.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Zhou Chu raised his fist and said:

"No need for you to lead the way, I'll accept the money..."

Before he could finish speaking, a strong voice came from outside the door:

"Farewell, junior brother. I never imagined that you would lose your life so soon after we met."

An old man walked in, his right eye covered by a black cloth tied diagonally, and he was leaning on an eight-foot-long stick.

Upon seeing the man's appearance, Zhou Chu recalled what Xie Ning had said about the strange old man who wanted to buy the beads.

Unexpectedly, this person was actually a fellow disciple of Ji Ling Dao Ren.

Wait, didn't Ji Ling Dao Ren just say that his master and senior brother... died in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?

The Taoist priest Jiling, lying on the ground, cried out in a voice, whether from excitement or fear, "..."

"Senior brother! You're still alive?"

The old man didn't answer him, but simply smiled and nodded to Zhou Chu, gesturing for him to proceed.

"Young man, just get started."

Having said that, he leaned on his cane and stood a distance away from Zhou Chu, standing by and watching.

Zhou Chu breathed a slight sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't here to help Daoist Ji Ling.

"Senior brother, save me! Senior brother, save me..." Master Jiling cried out for help repeatedly.

But the old man didn't move. He watched quietly as Ji Ling Dao Ren's neck was broken by Zhou Chu before leaning on his long cane and walking out of the Sanqing Hall.

Zhou Chu removed the spirit-binding rope from the corpse of Ji Ling Dao Ren and put it away. He then searched around for valuables.

Finally, they found a small box of silver under the bed in the main room in the backyard.

The box contained twenty silver ingots, each worth fifty taels, totaling one thousand taels of silver.

Zhou Chu used the Spirit-Binding Rope to tie the box, leaving a handle, and carried it out of the backyard.

But he didn't notice that a large white spider had been hiding in the shadows of the backyard the whole time, watching him with venom.

Upon returning to the Sanqing Hall, Zhou Chu discovered that the bodies of Daoist Lingji and his two disciples, Jin Yuan and Mu Yuan, were missing.

Murder and arson, destroying the evidence—now that the bodies are gone, there's no need to set another fire.

Zhou Chu bowed three times to the statue of the Three Pure Ones, picked up the offering fruit on the table, took a bite and chewed it heartily, the sweet juice moistening his parched throat.

He picked up the box full of silver ingots and was about to walk out.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind coming from behind me.

Zhou Chu sensed something was wrong and dodged to the side.

A milky-white spider silk darted past his sleeve and stuck to a pillar in the main hall.

The white-spotted spider, the size of a basin, with six vertical eyes, locked onto Zhou Chu.

Having missed its first attack, the giant spider twisted and spit out more silk, the front of which resembled a web, covering Zhou Chu.

Zhou Chu leaped up and jumped onto the altar.

Looking at the enormous spider, Zhou Chu was secretly alarmed, and at the same time, he kept thinking about how to deal with this monster.

This thing can spit out spider silk from a distance, and getting entangled in it is a real problem.

The spider's six legs are covered with barbs-like hairs; if they scratch a person, they will inevitably leave many bloody marks.

Zhou Chu didn't have a suitable weapon on hand, and for a moment he was at a loss. Once he got out, he would definitely find a suitable weapon.

When you're out in the world, you can't go anywhere empty-handed.

The thought flashed through his mind, and the giant spider once again sprayed out a large amount of web.

Fortunately, Zhou Chu was extremely fast and dodged again. However, a statue behind him suffered the consequences, with most of its body wrapped in spider webs.

Dodging around like this isn't a solution; this monster is extremely fast, and you could easily get hit by its breath if you're not careful.

With a thought, Zhou Chu transformed into a giant centipede once more.

The white-spotted spider also possessed some intelligence; upon seeing the giant centipede, it turned and ran towards the backyard.

Zhou Chu wasn't about to give it a chance to escape; he quickly darted to the backyard and blocked the white-spotted spider's path.

Before the giant spider could react, the giant centipede spewed out a cloud of red mist, enveloping the spider.

The white-spotted giant spider was, after all, a low-level demon, and could not withstand the attack of the poisonous mist at all. Its body immediately collapsed to the ground, its six legs twitched a few times, and then it became still.

Zhou Chu returned to human form, picked up a huge rock, and smashed it down on the giant spider.

puff!

The giant spider's round belly was instantly smashed, and foul-smelling green juice splattered everywhere.

The spider demon's soul was captured by the Taixu Wuxiang Diagram.

【White-spotted Spider Monster (Beginner Level)】

[Talent: (Spider Silk) (Climbing)]

Lifespan: 56 years

It turns out to be a low-level demon; I wonder how much bounty it can fetch.

No matter how much, even a mosquito's leg is meat.

Zhou Chu dragged the shriveled spider corpse, picked up the box, and walked outside.

After taking only a few steps, they saw a faint green light shimmering beneath the spider's shriveled belly.

He flipped it over and saw a palm-sized piece of emerald green jade.

The jade piece is as thin as a cicada's wing, covered with dense patterns that seem to be a kind of symbol.

Zhou Chu looked at it over and over several times, but still couldn't figure it out, so he put it in the box.