The Undying Immortals of the Terrifying Heavens

Si Mu pointed to a wooden house on the side and casually introduced, "That house is inhabited by an annoying monk. Fortunately, he is rarely home, otherwise you would definitely find him annoying. That man is the most talkative and noisy."

"Monks are the most annoying."

While complaining about the monk Ikkyu next door, Simu walked to his own door and shouted his disciple Jiale's name.

The room was silent, and no one answered.

Si Mu scratched his head, full of doubt.

Jiale is usually very diligent and responds immediately when called, but today, when he returned with guests, he was nowhere to be seen.

He asked Chen Xing to wait outside the door, and then peeked out from the window. He saw his apprentice Jia Le lying on the bed, fast asleep and sleeping soundly.

Si Mu was immediately enraged and decided to give his lazy disciple a good beating.

Chen Xing stood aside, observing silently, understanding the situation perfectly.

The scene before him was exactly the same as the plot in his memory.

Sure enough, a chaotic scene of master and apprentice fighting instantly unfolded inside the room, which ended with Jia Le being kicked awake by Si Mu and obediently admitting his mistake.

Chen Xing chuckled inwardly; it was exactly as he had expected.

Watching movies and TV shows on a screen is nowhere near as fun and exciting as witnessing them live in person.

It's a pity... I didn't order any sunflower seeds or watermelon. I'll have to bring more portable snacks next time.

He sighed to himself, realizing that most of the worlds he had traveled through were terrifying and supernatural instances, which inevitably made the experience monotonous.

He wondered if he could unlock the worlds of Marvel and Shrouding the Heavens in the future? He really wanted to go to the Shrouding the Heavens world to pay Ye Tiandi's parking fee, and he also wanted to try his luck in Marvel to see if his immortality could withstand those all sorts of superpowers.

Just as Chen Xing was lost in thought, Simu brought Jiale forward and formally introduced the two of them.

Afterwards, Simu arranged for Chen Xing to stay in the room next to Jiale's, while he went to offer incense to the ancestor.

Jiale looked at the pottery jar Chen Xing was holding and asked curiously, "Brother Xing, it seems there's a ghost inside this jar. Should I help you subdue it and get rid of it?"

Chen Xing shook his head slightly.

Inside the pottery jar was the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu.

He always carried it with him, just to keep track of the mission's progress.

This system mission requires him to slay five different types of demons to complete. If he clears all the targets early and completes the mission, he will leave immediately, and he will have no chance to participate in the subsequent battles against the royal zombies.

This won't do! He's going to fight the Qing demons!!

For the past two weeks, he had been deliberately holding back, giving away as many heads as possible to the Four-Eyed Taoist, all in order to delay the progress of the mission.

Chen Xing politely declined Jia Le's offer, turned around and went back to his room, carefully placing the pottery jar away.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Before Jiale could open the door, it was pushed open from the outside, and an old monk appeared uninvited, followed by a young girl with a pure and innocent air.

Chen Xing understood immediately. The newcomers were none other than the monk Ikkyu and his disciple. Chen Xing naturally already knew them, but he still cooperated by completing a simple introduction.

The group had barely met when a sudden clap of thunder boomed outside, followed by a furious shout: "You filthy monk! Who gave you permission to come here?!"

Four eyes rushed over, blazing with anger, their tone sharp: "Old man, how come you didn't die out there? You're not a kid anymore, yet you still have such bad manners!"

Facing the furious glares, the monk Yixiu remained calm, clasped his hands together, and chuckled, "This humble monk has always been compassionate and benevolent. How could I dare to go west alone while you, my fellow Daoist, are still alive? I once made a great vow to wait until you pass away and to see you off."

These words enraged Si, who immediately stepped forward to argue.

Chen Xing found it fascinating.

People really do have two sides.

Si Mu is steady and reliable when he is with him, and he is even more polite and disciplined in front of Uncle Jiu. But when he faces Monk Yixiu, he is like a lit powder keg that will explode at the slightest touch.

Chen Xing watched quietly, not interfering in the bickering and fighting between the two old rascals.

Jia Le was used to it and went directly to the next room to bring out spare tables and chairs, preparing to replace them when the two broke them.

.........

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Chen Xing completely immersed himself in this tranquil mountain retreat.

With nothing to do each day, he would follow Jiale up the mountain to chop firewood and jump into the water to wash clothes, leading a leisurely and comfortable life.

That day, Chen Xing went alone to the pool behind the mountain to fetch water.

This seemingly ordinary pool is actually connected to a hidden underground river, from which large fish are often seen swimming. According to Jia Le, this underground river leads directly to a large lake dozens of miles away, teeming with fish and shrimp.

Suddenly, a huge grass carp swam past Chen Xing in the water beside him.

Seeing this, Jiale, who was not far away, immediately shouted, "Brother Xing! Hurry up and catch some fish! I'll make you grilled fish tonight, so you can taste my cooking!"

Chen Xing turned his head and saw that the grass carp weighed about thirty pounds and was quite plump.

"Okay!" Chen Xing replied, his movements slow, his hands moving with the water flow, barely grazing the grass carp.

The next second, the 30-pound grass carp floated to the surface, belly up.

Jiale ran over, scratching his head with a puzzled look on his face: "Strange, Xing-ge, did you put in the poison? How come the fish flipped over on its own before we even did anything?"

Chen Xing raised his hand and flicked the grass carp onto the shore.

Jiale stepped forward, picked it up, and touched it, his face immediately filled with astonishment.

The fish had intact scales and smooth skin without a single scratch, but the flesh inside was completely soft and mushy, as if it had been repeatedly pounded and crushed by a tremendous force, with not a single part intact.

Just as he was about to ask a question, Chen Xing raised his hand again.

Another grass carp flew ashore, looking exactly like the one before. Its exterior was intact, but its flesh and bones were completely shattered inside. When you squeezed it, the fish spat out a mixture of its internal organs and flesh!

Jiale shouted immediately, "Brother Xing, stop your magic! This fish is completely rotten; it's inedible!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than two more grass carp flew down to the shore.

Jiale quickly went forward to check, and this time the fish was fresh and intact, without any damage.

He breathed a sigh of relief; he could finally enjoy grilled fish and break his meaty habit.

Chen Xing slowly walked ashore, and Jia Le, full of curiosity, followed him and asked, "Brother Xing, why were the flesh of the first two fish completely rotten, but the last two were perfectly fine? What kind of powerful martial arts are you practicing?"

Chen Xing said calmly, "This doesn't count as martial arts; it's something I recently grasped—it's called internal energy."

Jia Le's eyes were full of doubt. Hidden strength? What is that?

After Chen Xing gave a brief explanation.

Jia Le was shocked: "What! Brother Xing, you don't have any magic power?!"

After the two returned...

Their eyes widened in surprise: "What?! I thought you really enjoyed hitting people with your fists, but it turns out you just can't train!"

Chen Xing: "How could that be? I had no choice!"

"Since the dantian isn't working, why don't you try the ancient alchemists' method of ingesting elixirs? You won't die anyway."

"Which one are you talking about, the one that used mercury, sulfur, and other substances to make elixirs?"

Si Mu nodded, thinking Chen Xing didn't understand, and then proceeded to explain it to him.

"I know, but I don't have the recipe!!"

This external alchemy method was very popular among ancient emperors. Those emperors who sought immortality and suffered from heavy metal poisoning followed this path.

Logically speaking, this method of taking the elixir externally should be very suitable for him.

Since he couldn't cultivate his own magical power, he would simply use an external elixir. Besides, Chen Xing wasn't afraid of heavy metal poisoning; at worst, he would just die.

However, he did not have the ancient alchemical formulas, so he could not practice them even if he wanted to.

You can't just find a pressure cooker and a big pot to stew everything, can you...?

Chen Xing tentatively asked, "Could it be that you happen to have a pill formula here, Daoist Master?"

Fantasy is beautiful, but reality is harsh. It is obvious that the Four-Eyed Dharma Lineage has little to do with external alchemy.

However, this suggestion does open up another avenue, and I can pay more attention to it if there are opportunities in the future.

"But...actually, I quite like fighting with my fists. A real, visceral fight is the romance of a man!" Chen Xing thought to himself.