Outside Qiongzhou City.
Midnight, Mass Grave.
Ning Chuan kneeled in front of a grave expressionlessly and said,"Father, I know you died with grievances, but I am just a mortal. How can I be a match for the Iron Sword Sect?”
"I'm afraid there's no hope of avenging you, but if I can't avenge Godfather, how can I still have the face to be your son?”
After saying that!
Ning Chuan's face was gloomy. He suddenly took out a short sword and cut off his sleeve on the spot. Then, he took a deep look at the tombstone in front of him and said,
"Godfather, go in peace!"
"Today, I, Ning Chuan, will sever my father-son relationship with you. You should find someone else to avenge your father.”
"Farewell!"
Ning Chuan got up and strode away.
…….
Actually…
Ning Chuan had a huge secret.
He was a transmigrator.
Three days ago, he was struck by a strange heavenly lightning and transmigrated to this world that was similar to the ancient blue planet. He then became a disciple of a martial arts school in Qiongzhou City.
Normally speaking.
As a transmigrator, Ning Chuan naturally had a heaven-defying and powerful cheat. At the very least, he had the system.
Indeed.
Ning Chuan had indeed obtained a golden finger.
But this cheat made Ning Chuan speechless.
Immortality!
That's right!
Ning Chuan's golden finger was immortality!
Don't misunderstand.
This golden finger seemed to be high and mighty, but only Ning Chuan knew that his life could be lost at any time.
Although he could live forever, he was just a mortal without any cultivation.
Even an ordinary person could take his life with a single slash.
After all, immortality did not mean that one could not be killed.
Furthermore!
There was one more important point.
He didn't know if it was the effect of the strange heavenly lightning, but a lot of information about this world appeared in Ning Chuan's mind out of thin air.
There were immortal cultivators and demons in this world. The legendary immortals and demons also existed.
These immortals and fiends could easily destroy the world. A single gaze could turn him into ashes.
The ultimate goal of these immortals and fiends was to live forever. After all, immortals and fiends were not immortal. They also had the three calamities and nine calamities, and the day when their lifespan was exhausted.
When Ning Chuan learned of this information, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Ning Chuan didn't know if he could live forever after eating Tang Sanzang's meat, but he knew that if people knew about his immortality, he would be eaten alive by these immortals and demons.
It was also from this day on that Ning Chuan decided to be a sly old man in the Dao of Gou.
Ning Chuan believed that as long as he lived long enough, no one could beat him.
Do you know Sima Yi?
Is Zhuge Liang a world-famous ox's nose?
Is Cao Wei, a capable minister in governing the world and a treacherous hero in troubled times, powerful?
However, the four emperors of Cao Wei were all tortured to death by Sima Yi. In the end, the destruction of the three kingdoms was all Sima Yi's doing.
What did this mean?
It meant that no matter how magnificent you were, no matter how talented you were, in the end, you were just a handful of dirt.
Only those who survived to the end were the true victors.
Therefore, Ning Chuan told himself that he would not hide until he was invincible.
According to Ning Chuan, it was never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
Enemies?
If he couldn't win, he would run.
When his lifespan was exhausted and he was extremely weak, he would take advantage of his illness to take his life and scatter his ashes. At the same time, he would kill his entire family.
……
As for the person buried in the grave, it was the dojo master, who was also his godfather.
Ning Chuan, who had just transmigrated, naturally had no feelings for this godfather. He was quite speechless.
The Iron Sword Sect was the largest martial arts sect within a five-hundred-mile radius.
Of all people, you had to provoke a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect and severely injure him.
This was great.
After hitting the small one, the old one came.
Just apologize, lower your head, and pay some medical fees.
Great!
His godfather had to pretend to avoid the elder of the Iron Sword Sect.
The result was self-evident.
Ning Chuan's godfather was killed by the elder of the Iron Sword Sect with one palm strike.
This also fully explained one thing. Those who had the strength were called Niu Bi. If they did not have the strength and still wanted to pretend, then what kind of person was that?
It was settled this time.
After the death of this godfather, the disciples of the dojo dispersed.
Although Ning Chuan had just transmigrated, he was still his adopted son. He wrapped him in a straw mat and buried him in a mass grave.
As for revenge for his father?
Ha!
Don't joke around.
Although Ning Chuan could live forever, he didn't have any cultivation.
He didn't want to stand up for his godfather and risk his life in a melodramatic plot to avenge his father.
Some people might say that Ning Chuan was too shameless. He didn't even have the basic morality of a human being.
But according to Ning Chuan's own words.
Can morality be eaten?
As long as he had no morals, he could stand on the highest point of morality and pee as much as he wanted.
Therefore…
There was no such thing as morality in Ning Chuan's dictionary. Only by strengthening oneself and being a king of scoundrels was the right path.
…….
It was late at night and Lonemoon hung high in the sky.
In a dilapidated temple in the mountains.
Ning Chuan frowned slightly, thinking hard about his future path.
Although he had an endless lifespan, he did not have any cultivation at all.
According to the Jianghu people, his kung fu was just the best of the best. It was not good at all.
Ning Chuan had the intention to cultivate and obtain the strength to protect himself.
However, after a few days of inquiries, although there were rumors of immortals among the people, no one knew where the sect of the immortal cultivators was.
This made Ning Chuan temporarily give up on this idea.
"Iron Sword Sect?"
"Yes, this is it!"
Ning Chuan muttered, a light flashing in his eyes.
If they couldn't beat him, they would join.
Since he couldn't find an immortal cultivation sect, he could only temporarily join a martial arts sect and cultivate a martial art that looked down on mortals.
Moreover, the Iron Sword Sect was a hegemon sect within a five-hundred-mile radius.
As the saying goes, it's good to have a big tree to lean on.
He would first hide in the Iron Sword Sect for a few decades.
Thinking of this…
Ning Chuan no longer hesitated. He left the ruined temple and headed straight for the Iron Sword Sect.
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