I, a centenarian, sweep through the gates of immortality.

What Lin Feng saw at that moment was an extremely bloody and bizarre scene.

A cultivator with a cultivation level of Nascent Soul or higher was sitting in a pool of blood, his body emanating black mist. The blood and black fog mixed together, emitting a nauseating stench.

Looking again at the pool of blood, it was filled with countless human bones.

Amidst the pile of human bones and blood, a boy lay, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, as if he had just met a gruesome end.

Lin Feng had been a member of the Demonic Sect and even practiced its techniques. In his view, even the most vicious demonic cultivators would not use such bloody methods to cultivate unless absolutely necessary.

The Nascent Soul cultivator in front of me had no trace of demonic cultivation, yet he was so bloody, which was truly bizarre.

"Huh!"

Lin Feng remained silent for a moment with disdain, his thoughts racing. Soon, he came to a guess.

This Nascent Soul cultivator is probably passing on his cultivation techniques.

Lin Feng had heard many people say before that the reason why the Hong family was so powerful was that their cultivation could be passed down.

Elderly cultivators in a family can pass on their cultivation to younger generations before they die.

Lin Feng had never believed that cultivation could be passed on to others; if cultivation could be passed on, then there would probably be countless ancient monsters who had ascended to immortality long ago.

Looking at this old man in front of me, the scene was so bloody, how could this be a passing down of a cultivation technique? This was clearly possession!

He slowly stepped forward, arriving in front of the blood pool. Looking at the cultivators within, he asked in an extremely disgusted tone.

"Is this the secret technique your Hong family uses to pass on their skills?"

"But judging from the young man's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face, he's probably not going to survive."

The old cultivator sat cross-legged in the blood pool, looking at Lin Feng expressionlessly without answering.

Lin Feng guessed that the other party had probably reached a critical point and was unable to move. Therefore, Lin Feng saw no need to be polite anymore.

"Stop passing on your skills, let me send you to hell instead."

After saying that, Lin Feng raised his right hand high, using his palm as a knife, ready to chop down at the old cultivator.

Just then, the old cultivator, who hadn't moved since the beginning, suddenly sprang up.

The Nascent Soul cultivator unleashed his full power, and the instantaneous pressure made it almost impossible for Lin Feng to breathe.

However, Lin Feng was not afraid, because the moment the old cultivator revealed his cultivation level, Lin Feng also realized his weakness.

This old fellow still possesses physical cultivation, but his consciousness is extremely hazy.

It seems that he possesses many divine consciousnesses residing within the young man's body in that pool of blood.

Considering that the old man had just been transferring his skills, Lin Feng became certain that the old man was just a show-off and was actually very weak.

His consciousness is incomplete, how can he fight?

Lin Feng sneered and mocked without any politeness.

"Old man, if you were capable of killing me, you should have done it before I even stepped inside."

After his trump card was exposed, the old cultivator from the Hong family became anxious.

He was at a crucial juncture in the transmission of his skills. If Lin Feng interrupted him, not only would he lose all his years of cultivation, but he would also implicate the younger generation in the blood pool.

But unfortunately, he can't do anything to Lin Feng right now.

Left with no other option, he had to negotiate terms with Lin Feng.

What do you want?

"Tell me, and if it's within my power, I will grant your wish."

Lin Feng wasn't really interested in killing the old man. He came to this pavilion to search for treasure, following the clues from the jade pendant. Therefore, he was certain that the old man had some treasure with him.

Lin Feng smiled and said calmly.

"If I'm not mistaken, your Hong family relies on some special treasure to pass on your skills, right?"

"Hand over this treasure, and I will naturally spare your life."

The old man's expression changed drastically upon hearing Lin Feng's words.

The secrets of the Hong family's martial arts transmission have always been a top secret of the entire family. Apart from the senior elders, even ordinary family members do not know them.

But Lin Feng not only managed to find us, he also wanted the secret treasure for passing on his skills.

He couldn't help but suspect that Lin Feng might be colluding with people within the family.

Otherwise, how could Lin Feng know so much detail?

With these questions in mind, he said.

"I don't have any secret treasure; you've come to the wrong person."

Lin Feng laughed twice, shrugged nonchalantly, and said.

"It doesn't matter, I can find this treasure even if I kill you."

The old man looked at Lin Feng and said coldly.

"Your cultivation level isn't high; you're only at the Core Formation stage. Even though my primordial spirit hasn't returned to its original state, I still have the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage. Actually, you, a mere Core Formation cultivator, can easily fool me!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng nodded involuntarily.

What the old man said was indeed true. If it were an ordinary cultivator, facing a Nascent Soul stage expert, they would probably be helpless in the face of such a huge difference in realm.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng was not an ordinary cultivator.

The opponent's primordial spirit had not yet returned to its original position, which was Lin Feng's best opportunity to kill him.

Lin Feng said coldly.

"A mere Core Formation cultivator? Then let me show you the power of a Core Formation cultivator like myself!"

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he released both remnant souls of the Underworld Emperor.

The remnant soul of the Underworld Emperor had been nourished by countless evil spirits for a thousand years, and coupled with the Underworld Emperor's own cultivation level, it could be described as extremely insidious.

When faced with those whose divine consciousness is weak, the remnant soul of the Underworld Emperor can even devour them instantly.

Even if this old guy is a Nascent Soul cultivator, as long as his primordial spirit is incomplete, he is no match for the remnant soul of the Underworld Emperor.

Just as Lin Feng had predicted, the old man's expression changed drastically the moment the remnant soul of the Underworld Emperor was unleashed.

"You! This is the remnant soul of the Underworld Emperor! How could you possibly possess it?!"

Lin Feng sneered, not answering the other party's question, but instead commanding the remnant soul of the Underworld Emperor to launch an attack.

Although this old fellow had the cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator, his divine sense was incomplete. He was quickly devoured by the remnant soul of the Underworld Emperor, and his entire being fell into a state of blurred consciousness.

Seeing that the old man was unable to resist, Lin Feng summoned the little Pixiu again.

"Little one, it's up to you now."

The little Pixiu nodded, and the black and white divine light converged and shot out instantly, piercing through the old man's chest.

The destruction of both his physical body and his primordial spirit caused this old man to completely collapse.

"what!"

After a scream, the old man collapsed into the pool of blood. Although he was still breathing, he had no strength left to resist.

Lin Feng shook his head indifferently, ignoring him, and instead took out the jade pendant, hoping to find the treasure hidden in the pavilion.

As the jade pendant flashed, Lin Feng quickly fixed his gaze on an altar behind the blood pool.

On the altar were three incense sticks, and behind them was a disc of alternating light and shadow, engraved with many inscriptions that Lin Feng could not understand, which were now flashing continuously.

The blood energy within the blood pool was flowing back and forth between the old man and the young man's bodies, guided by the inscriptions.

"It seems this is the secret to the Hong family's ability to pass down their martial arts techniques!"