As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

The Guanghan River surged, and cold fog filled the air.

"The thousands of rays of light contain the true meaning of sainthood. It is very beneficial for cultivators who have just arrived here. They can strengthen their cultivation base and even improve their comprehension. However, they also contain corresponding tests. The further you go in the tests, the more benefits you will receive!" Yang Changshan, a veteran Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator from the Ghost Spirit Sect, explained to Jiang Ming. "However, I've already been baptized by this light. Therefore, it's useless to me. I'll go up the mountain first. Fellow cultivator, there's no need to be anxious. After you've been baptized by the light, you can go to the Saint Cultivation Platform to fight for the final opportunity. This light will only be there for a few hours. Fellow cultivator, don't miss it."

After giving a few instructions, Yang Changshan took out a white jade spirit ship, which grew to thirty feet in length with the wind. He brought Zhu An'an and stood on it, flying toward the other side of the Guanghan River.

"Goodbye, Mister. We'll wait for you on the mountain!" Zhu An'an waved her arms vigorously and said goodbye to Jiang Ming. She only retracted her arms when she could no longer see Jiang Ming.

"The wind is piercingly cold. It's not good for your illness. Don't jump around randomly." Yang Changshan smacked the back of Zhu Anan's head.

Zhu An'an's eyes darkened. She mustered up her courage and asked softly, "Master, what illness do I have? Why can't it be cured?"

"It can be cured!" Yang Changshan's tone was firm. He raised his head and looked at the peak that was filled with multicolored light. His gaze was deep as he urged the ship to fly up. However, he did his best to avoid the descending multicolored light. He did not even touch it. He did not even want to touch the fog at the outermost edge of the multicolored light.

Zhu Anan looked at the colorful light and asked curiously, "Master, this is my first time here. Why can't I accept the baptism of the multicolored light? There are still many places that I can't go to." Zhu An'an seemed to have recalled what had happened in the past and spoke somewhat dejectedly.

Yang Changshan ruffled her hair and said with a smile, "When you're cured, you can go anywhere. At that time, I will bring you around the world of immortal cultivation, and you can go wherever you want."

"Good! Promise me! Pinky promise." Zhu An'an looked excited and was about to jump up again when Yang Changshan hurriedly pressed her back down.

Beside the Guanghan River, Jiang Ming stood on a flying sword and looked at this magnificent scene. He could not help but sigh at the work of a Saint. To them, moving mountains and filling the sea seemed to be a piece of cake.

"When I become a Saint, I'll also make a beautiful place for myself."

Jiang Ming flew directly to the other side of the Guanghan River, where the sun was setting.

He had long heard that when the Saint Cultivation Platform opened, the light was an opportunity that every cultivator could only encounter but not seek. It could cleanse one's root bone and refine one's spirit base, which would be of great benefit to one's future cultivation path.

Beside him, a ray of multicolored light fell. In the distance, it seemed to be as thick as a lock of hair. However, when it came close, it was like a long river pouring down. Jiang Ming could even vaguely hear the chanting of a Saint.

His heart stirred as he took a step forward and stepped into the multicolored light.

Jiang Ming's vision was blurry. Then, he instantly arrived at another unfamiliar place.

Jiang Ming looked in front of him in surprise. It was a barren hill that was less than a thousand feet tall. There were common weeds and shrubs everywhere, as well as bare grayish-white stones. It looked like a small hill in the mortal world.

The only special thing was that in front of Jiang Ming was a bluestone path. It was unknown who had carved out the steps. They were already covered with moss and went up to the top of the mountain.

"Is this the test?"

Jiang Ming chuckled. Without any hesitation, he stepped onto the first step.

In an instant, Jiang Ming's mind seemed to have plunged into a mountain peak. He saw a young man's figure practicing his fist technique on a low mountain peak. He was drenched in sweat and contained an extremely fierce power.

The figure of the young man seemed to have smashed into Jiang Ming's heart and occupied his entire mind. It was as if he was fighting with the young man in his mind.

"He's quite powerful." Jiang Ming's eyes were filled with surprise. This youth had no spiritual energy and was only using ordinary fist techniques. However, his understanding of martial arts seemed to be many times better than Jiang Ming's.

If they were at the same level, Jiang Ming believed that he would be no match for this young man without using forbidden techniques and other tricks.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming seemed to hear the slight sound of metal clashing in his body. He felt like his entire body seemed to be a little more relaxed.

"It's the sword intent's remnant." Jiang Ming observed it slightly and instantly understood what had happened.

Previously, in the Burial Ground, the sword intent's remnant that was left in his body by the hundreds of thousands of swords had been absorbed by the mysterious seed for many days. There was still some left. Now, under the punches of this unknown youth, it was as if it was being refined by his fists. It completely fused into his body and became a part of him.

In the spirit base, the mysterious seed was still devouring the sword intent. In fact, under the young man's attacks, its speed was even faster.

Jiang Ming waved his fingers unconsciously. Wisps of sword aura gathered at his fingertips.

The young man was still practicing his set of fist techniques. Every punch carried an amazing power, which sharpened the sword intent in Jiang Ming's body, making Jiang Ming's comprehension of sword intent increase rapidly.

However, this benefit was not something that anyone could bear. It was a very painful kind of tempering.

Finally, the figure of the young man in front of Jiang Ming gradually blurred and disappeared. His footsteps were still on the first step of the hill.

"Interesting!" Jiang Ming smiled and stepped onto the second step without hesitation.

The young man appeared again. His eyes were sharp, and he was taller than before. His aura seemed to be more vigorous. He performed a completely different set of fist techniques and continued to sharpen Jiang Ming's sword intent. Even Jiang Ming's bones and meridians were slowly being tempered.

Inside the spirit base, the mysterious seed trembled slightly and rippled with light. It released mysterious cultivation runes and guided Jiang Ming into a deeper state of enlightenment. The continuous and vigorous sword intent merged into Jiang Ming's consciousness at an amazing speed.

"This seed..." Even though he was in a state of enlightenment, Jiang Ming was still shocked and realized the power of this seed.

The sword intent was as strong as a Saint. If Jiang Ming were to comprehend them himself, it would take him decades.

However, after devouring the remnant sword intent, this seed fused it into Jiang Ming's body in an unimaginable way, allowing him to quickly comprehend the sword intent.

Within the spirit base, the green seed had suddenly split open. A green sprout could be vaguely seen within it, as if it would grow out at any moment.

A moment later, the second young man's figure disappeared, and Jiang Ming ascended the third step.

This time, the young man was a little stronger, and his tempering of Jiang Ming's sword intent was also more intense. He was sure that ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators would find it difficult to withstand this level.

Jiang Ming climbed up level by level until he reached the twelfth level. At every level, he would undergo tempering. The aura in his body became more condensed. However, it also became more mellow and smooth.

The most shocking thing was naturally the sword intent in Jiang Ming's body. It was almost impossible to suppress it. He was like an immortal sword that was about to be unsheathed.

He ascended the thirteenth step.

In the spirit base, a sprout finally emerged from the mysterious seed and swayed.

On the steps of the hill, Jiang Ming felt his body suddenly become lighter. The remaining sword intent in his body had been completely refined.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes were filled with a sharp light. Sword aura surrounded his fingers, and the grass on both sides of the steps was cut by the invisible sword aura.

Jiang Ming's heart was inexplicably filled with unparalleled sharpness. He suddenly slashed down with his fingers, and the sword intent accumulated in his body poured out at this moment and rushed to the sky.

The clouds in the sky scattered. Among the countless colorful clouds, only a dazzling sword light rushed into Jiang Ming and did not dissipate for a long time.

On a towering mountain peak, many geniuses from various cultivation sects were gathered here to compete. At this moment, their expressions changed as they looked to the side of the mountain in shock.

Not far away from the huge peak, in the endless sea of clouds, a dazzling sword aura rushed out.