The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

Tang Yueming is a famous monk, although he is only a minor monk in the realm of Foundation Building.

But in the cities of these two realms, they also have their own status and circles.

At this time, he was playing in Baimen Alley, his eyes constantly scanning the pavement of Independent Cultivator.

He was looking for goodies to see if there was anything he could miss.

This is his hobby and he can debate with people in this way.

The most important thing for famous people is to improve their own system of principles through debate.

In the constant debate, the more people you can convince, the more complete your theory will be, and the speed of your practice will speed up.

Each of the various schools of thought has its own wonderful methods, such as those who argue with famous people.

If the debate fails, the spirit produced will be full of decadence, and the spirit of this characteristic can be absorbed by famous monks and become a spirit like a great tonic.

Therefore, famous people are usually happy to debate with others. If they lose, they have nothing to lose, and if they win, it is like taking a big tonic.

Among them, monks are the tonic among tonics.

Therefore, famous monks are usually very annoying, and no one likes to deal with them.

Tang Yueming was picking up leaks in Baimen Alley today when an inexplicable breeze blew by and hit his eyes.

Involuntarily, he narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head slightly, and frowned.

"This wind is really weird." Tang Yueming muttered slightly, his eyes falling on the stall beside him.

At this time, a book fell in his eyes.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt that this book was strange.

He squatted down, looked at the book, looked up and then looked at the person selling it. He was a monk with a gloomy face, and most of his face was shrouded in black robes.

"How can I sell this book?"

"A curse-level essence stone."

"Haha, it's expensive, five francs at most."

Hearing this, the other party frowned and said, "You can find other companies, I don't want legal money."

"You don't charge legal fees? It's really rare to encounter this."

"Haha, I won't be greedy."

Tang Yueming's eyes fell on the things he was spreading, and an inexplicable smile flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, you must have come from the wrong place."

"I have seen this flying sword on your stall before."

"It belongs to an Independent Cultivator, and you are actually taking advantage of it."

The Independent Cultivator, who was selling things, shrank his pupils and revealed a cold light in his eyes, "What do you want to do?"

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Tang Yueming's mouth, "I want to see if I tell Demon Slaying Temple about you, will you still have food to eat in the future?"

Looking at Tang Yueming's smile, the other party felt a sick feeling in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

He took a deep breath and said, "Haha, there aren't many clean people here."

"You just said what's the use of going out?"

"Haha, it's not up to you to decide whether it's useful or not."

"Compared to the Demonic Cultivator who solves weird, murderous and swindling things, it can be considered a merit."

"Do you think those demon-slayer captains will give up?"

"hehe."

Tang Yueming's eyes were sinister, full of naked malice.

The Independent Cultivator's body trembled slightly. The murderous Independent Cultivator would not be welcomed anywhere.

Those who kill will always be killed.

Some people at Demon Slaying Temple like to take on this kind of mission. It is called cleaning up the scum in the practice world, but it is actually to make up the number of missions that must be attended.

If the other party really went to report it, he would not be able to survive in Two Realms City.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand, picked up the book, and threw it directly to Tang Yueming.

"Here's the thing for you, don't come to trouble me."

Tang Yueming took the book, with a faint smile on his face.

A trace of essence overflowed from the other party's body, blended into his body silently, and turned around to leave with a faint smile.

The man looked at Tang Yueming with cold eyes, snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and veins popped out.

Independent Cultivators cannot offend Taoist monks, otherwise there will be no place for them in this vast world.

Independent Cultivators are people at the lowest level in the spiritual world, they are like shrimps in the fish's mouth. Even if they are about to be eaten, they cannot resist. To resist is to die.

No matter how angry he was, he could only endure it, unless he wanted to run away and die in a corner one day.

Naked cruel oppression exists in every corner of this world.

"What a bastard."

…

Tang Yue knew that he picked up a book and got a ray of energy, with a bright smile on his face.

Most of what he said just now was false. He just wanted to use coaxing, deceiving, and threatening to make this person submit obediently and satisfy his cultivation.

And there was always a feeling in his heart just now that he must get this book. This book seemed to be very important to him.

He looked at the book seriously.

Looking through the contents, this is a diary, recording a person named Han Qiu.

Han Qiu is also a monk in the Two Worlds City, but he is an Independent Cultivator.

He flipped through the pages of the diary, and he read every piece of information in it.

"Hanqiu? Ancient battlefield? Got a box?"

Suddenly, Tang Yueming's face showed a trace of horror, and he thought of something.

The recent tasks entrusted to them by the Taoist order have them looking for information from the ancient battlefield, especially in the past month.

Looking at the diary in his hand, he realized something, "Could it be that the box Han Qiu brought out is what the Taoist order is looking for?"

A hint of excitement suddenly arose in my heart, "Yes, that must be the case."

"By the way, why does that Independent Cultivator have Han Qiu's diary?"

"Han Qiu died in his hands, and he is auctioning Han Qiu's relics."

There was a cold light in his eyes, and he made a decision instantly.

…

Li Long, an ordinary Independent Cultivator.

He and Han Qiu also knew each other, and they often went to the Monk Gambling House to gamble together.

If you are lucky, you can make a lot of money; if you are not lucky, you will lose everything.

Some time ago, Han Qiu came out of the ancient battlefield and got a lot of good things, which he sold for a lot of high prices.

He ran to Han Qiu and wanted to borrow two dollars to spend.

But Han Qiu was unwilling, and the two even had a quarrel about it.

Out of fear, Li Long suddenly made a move from behind and killed Han Qiu with one blow.

Taking away his belongings, he has been very cool in recent days.

Li Long had long since stopped thinking about practicing and just thought about enjoying himself every day.

All the things he snatched from Han Qiu were lost in the Monk Gambling House in the past few days.

Now, he could only sell some of the things in Han Qiu's hands, but unexpectedly he encountered a tough problem.

He knocked away a diary. He had already read the contents recorded in the diary, and there was nothing special about it.

What Tang Yueming saw and what was recorded in Han Qiu's diary about coming out with treasures, Li Long had never seen before.

A shadow paper figure quietly hides in the shadows, monitoring Li Long. Everything is Li Qing's "Wish Technique", which secretly affects reality and changes the contents of the diary.

Li Long and Tang Yueming were just pawns in the plan.