As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills - Chapter 882

Chapter 882: Why Not Use It

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The slime cultivator felt like his lungs were about to pop out.

“It’s a waste not to use it.”

Jiang Ming shrugged. He did not fall for the slime cultivator’s tricks at all.

The slime cultivator narrowed his eyes, then spread his fingers and released a palm print made out of spiritual energy in the air.

The palm print formed a mountain ridge and headed toward Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming was stunned.

Those who did not know better would think that he was a legendary cultivator.

He walked back.

When the mountain ridge fell in front of him, he raised his hand and shattered it.

The moment it shattered, the slime cultivator rushed forward, and lightning strikes appeared in his hands.

These lightning strikes all headed toward Jiang Ming’s body. Jiang Ming saw them and rushed in front of the slime cultivator.

These lightning strikes followed Jiang Ming’s footsteps and came to the slime cultivator.

The slime cultivator had a bad feeling and retreated.

The lightning strikes were faintly discernible, and Jiang Ming raised his hand to attract them.

The moment the lightning strikes reached him, he quickly left.

The lightning strikes could not help but come in front of the slime cultivator, who was instantly struck by them.

The slime cultivator’s entire body was shaking. His vision was blurry, and his ears were ringing.

He paused and stared blankly at his palm.

What was going on?

In an instant, Jiang Ming released many smaller lightning strikes.

The slime cultivator felt that he had no choice but to fight back, so he summoned more lightning strikes.

These lightning strikes surrounded Jiang Ming and the other two. The lightning was layered together and was surrounded by sharp thorns.

These sharp thorns all landed on Jiang Ming and the other two. Yuan Hehe raised his hand to block these thorns.

His arm was emitting a faint spiritual energy. This spiritual energy could protect his arm and prevent him from being injured.

However, these thorns pierced into Yuan Hehe’s skin. Yuan Hehe first felt a sharp pain, and then he suddenly realized that many small boils had appeared on his arm.

Sikong Wuyuan also saw the boils. He took out a small bottle and sprinkled its powder on Yuan Hehe’s body.

As he sprinkled the powder, he secretly spoke to Yuan Hehe.

“I have seen this kind of side-effect before. The powder inside can save you.”

The moment the powder landed on his hand, Yuan Hehe felt a little hot, but he endured it.

He could only trust Sikong Wuyuan and Ning Caichen now.

“Ning Caichen, this old man is a little tricky to beat.”

Sikong Wuyuan looked at Jiang Ming after he had scattered the powder.

However, Jiang Ming and the slime cultivator had already started fighting.

The slime cultivator’s face was filled with anger. He was fighting with great difficulty.

The jade pendant and jade scepter secretly increased Jiang Ming’s strength.

He knew the functions of the jade pendant and the jade scepter. The slime cultivator was foolish to have let them go.

Gradually, the slime cultivator was unable to do anything and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Jiang Ming became more and more powerful.

Just as the slime cultivator wanted to leave in the same way, Jiang Ming grabbed his sleeve tightly and refused to let him go. The slime cultivator immediately frowned.

He had encountered a supreme-ruler of misfortune.

“If you take us to the top of this mountain, we’ll let you go.” Jiang Ming took the opportunity to raise his conditions.

The slime cultivator was a little reluctant, but now that the knife was placed on his neck, he had no choice but to obey. “Alright. I’ll listen to you.”

He took a deep breath and sighed.

The moment he agreed, the slime cultivator was instantly covered by a cloak.

The cloak wrapped around him, and he disappeared.

It was so fast that Jiang Ming did not have a chance to react at all.

“Where did he go? He escaped so fast.”

Sikong Wuyuan paused for a moment and then moved forward to look for Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes.

Yuan Hehe suddenly thought of something and wanted to shout at Sikong Wu Yuan. However, before he could say anything, some black-robed men appeared in front of them.

These men were wearing terrifying masks, and the corners of their mouths were slightly curled up. It was a terrifying sight.

Jiang Ming felt that these people were not good people. He said warily, “Who are you?”

The leader of the men in black approached Jiang Ming, clenched his fists, and bowed to Jiang Ming. “We are from the Temple of Clear Wine. Our temple master, Chen Siqi, wants to see you.”

“I don’t remember meeting any Chen Siqi.”

Jiang Ming felt that Chen Siqi might have something to do with the disappearance of the slime cultivator, so he was unhappy.

This was obviously to save the slime cultivator.

However, this person was persistent and said, “How can you say that? He is your friend. Chen Siqi admires you, Lord Ning Caichen; so, he asked us to invite you.”

Sikong Wuyuan left and came over to help Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming did not understand what was going on, but he felt that it was better to follow Sikong Wu Yuan’s instructions. He immediately followed the man in black and said, “Sikong Wuyuan’s words are my words.”

The man smiled and said, “It’s good that you’re willing to come with us.”

Yuan Hehe stepped forward and stood between Jiang Ming and the man in black. He said to Sikong Wuyuan, “Sikong Wuyuan, we can’t follow him. There’s something wrong with these men in black.”

Sikong Wuyuan looked at Yuan Hehe strangely and said, “Do you know them?” Yuan Hehe gritted his teeth and cursed.

“Not only do we know each other, but we’ve also interacted with each other before. Chen Siqi doesn’t have good intentions.”

Unexpectedly, these men in black completely stopped Jiang Ming and the other two.

Since soft tactics did not work, they might as well use force.

Besides, they did not want Yuan Hehe to insult Chen Siqi.

“The three of you can’t leave even if you wanted to. I won’t let you leave!”

Jiang Ming stood in front of the three of them and planned to fight again.

He had already fought so many people. It did not matter even if he lost.

The leader of the men did not expect Jiang Ming to be so aggressive. He could not help but take a few steps back. Then, he said fiercely to Jiang Ming, “Chen Siqi is the best in the world, and he’s very skilled in martial arts. If you kill us, Chen Siqi will avenge us.”

“Is that so? As a disciple of the Temple of Clear Wine, isn’t he afraid of trouble?” Jiang Ming sneered. He ran over, rushed forward, and broke one of their arms.

His arm was broken into pieces, but the person did not make any sound. Instead, he looked at his arm coldly..