A second life, An Eternal journey to Immortality

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The flower thief, carrying his sack, flicked his finger nonchalantly. A subtle crack appeared in the rock before him, and he slipped through the opening with ease. As he passed, the hole sealed up instantly, leaving no trace of his passage.

Jiang Cheng remained still in the bushes, observing intently, every muscle tense. He didn't move a single inch, his breathing controlled. Moments later, the flower thief reappeared at the rock's edge. His sharp gaze swept the area, scanning the surroundings as if sensing something. A smirk twisted his lips, and he muttered to himself, "It seems no one's following. Time to enjoy myself."

At that moment, Jiang Cheng caught a clearer glimpse of the thief. His features were shrouded in disarray—wild, unkempt hair and a greasy demeanor. There was an unmistakable air of perversion about him, a stark contrast to the discipline Jiang Cheng had come to respect in true cultivators.

When the thief seemed satisfied there was no danger of pursuit, he disappeared once more into the cave, vanishing into the rock. Jiang Cheng waited, hidden, until the thief was out of sight. With careful precision, he made arrangements around him, ensuring no disturbance could betray his position.

Once satisfied with the security of his location, Jiang Cheng swiftly moved to the opposite side of the rock. Employing the Breath Containment technique, his presence became a whisper in the air. His eyes narrowed as he focused, silently activating the Spiritual Eye technique. The faintest ripple of spiritual power barely stirred the air as his gaze pierced through the hidden formation.

With the full strength of his Sixth Level Qi Refining and the perfected Spiritual Eye, the formation barely slowed him down. It dissolved before his keen senses. True enough, behind the concealed rocks lay a hidden cave—well-hidden, but not impervious. "A cunning rabbit, indeed," he muttered under his breath, then he Aranged some Fire balls talismanes Under the Ground in the hidden Exit of the Cave, then return to the entrance.

He examined the surroundings thoroughly, ensuring there were no additional hidden exits. Satisfied, he retraced his steps back to the first entrance. There was no time to waste. With a grim determination, Jiang Cheng pulled out his stack of Fireball Talismans. He activated them with a flick of his wrist, launching them straight at the concealed formation.

The talismans exploded in rapid succession, sending fire and sparks licking at the edges of the formation, unraveling it entirely.

"Flower thief!" Jiang Cheng's voice rang out, coldly . "Come out and die."

The flower thief, who had just dragged the girl out of the sack and was slowly flirting with her and taking off her clothes, heard Jiang Cheng's voice and the sound of the cave being attacked, and his face changed drastically.

  He knocked the woman in front of him unconscious without hesitation and threw her out of the cave entrance, while he fled to another cave entrance.

Jiang Cheng noticed the woman tossed from the cave but didn't spare her a glance. His goal was clear—he couldn't afford distractions.

He accelerate his speed like lightning in the dark forest after him to to the other side from the his spiritual eyes always fixed on the flower thief the moment the flower thief was about to step on the talismanes Buried in the Ground, Jiang Cheng smile " Got you" he make them Explode,

The flower thief barely had time to react before a deafening blast sent him flying. He tumbled across the ground, coughing blood, his robes scorched. Though the talisman was powerful, a single explosion wasn't enough to kill a Sixth Qi Refining cultivator outright. His body, tempered by spiritual energy, clung stubbornly to life.

When they arrived at the entrance of another cave, the flower thief had already escaped from the trap set by the fireballs talismanes . He saw Jiang Cheng in the sky, a light flashed in his eyes, and he sneered and said, "You? A mere sixth-level Qi Refiner dares to hunt me? You're courting death!"

Jiang Cheng wasted no time. Channeling his spiritual power, he unleashed ten Water Blade Talismans that surged forward, relentlessly bombarding the flower thief.

"You have no martial ethics!" the flower thief howled, cursing Jiang Cheng's ruthless methods, and for not respecting the Old people . In desperation, he sacrificed a paper-man substitute, throwing it into the path of the attack while he dashed in the opposite direction.

But how could Jiang Cheng grant his wish?

Under the Spiritual Eye Technique, everything was in his grasp. With a single step, he closed the gap by hundreds of meters, following close behind. Another ten Piercing Wind Talismans flew out, their sharp gusts howling through the air before shattering the thief's defense shield and tearing into his flesh.

"Despicable! Shameless!" The flower thief shrieked, rolling on the ground, blood spilling from his wounds. "Fight me fair if you dare!"

Jiang Cheng stopped a few steps away, looking down at the half-dead man with an indifferent gaze.

"I'm fighting you fair and square. How dare you lie with open eyes? And you, a sick pervert, dare talk to me about fairness?" Jiang Cheng's tone was cold and righteous, though deep down, he was justifying his shameless sneak attacks and extravagant talisman-spamming. He muttered under his breath, "I'm rich, so why waste my spiritual energy?"

The flower thief, upon hearing this, felt his blood pressure spike. He coughed violently, his face turning red with rage. But when Jiang Cheng officially labeled him a "sick pervert," his anger reached critical mass—he directly vomited blood and almost exploded on the spot.

"Sick pervert?" The thief staggered, trying to push himself up from the ground. Despite his injuries, his face twisted with indignation. "Boy, you insult me! I am no mere sick pervert—I am an enlightened pervert! A connoisseur of beauty! A man of refined taste, I am A visionary exploring the limits of human appreci—"

Before he could finish, Jiang Cheng's fingers crushed a high-level Thunder Talisman.

CRACK!

A bolt of lightning obliterated the flower thief on the spot.

Jiang Cheng crouched down, staring at the twitching man. "You were saying something about… enlightenment?"

Jiang Cheng watched the charred corpse for a moment before shaking his head.

"So much nonsense. Villains really do die from talking too much."

The flower thief weakly raised a trembling hand. "Y-you… you despicable rich Bastard …!"

Then he died in The spot.

After confirming that the flower thief was completely dead, he landed and searched a storage bag from him. There were not many spiritual stones in it, only more than a thousand pieces, and some elixirs.

  However, there was a jade slip of Dharma transmission that was full of cracks and about to break, as well as the paper man, and two books.

  In addition, there was a blood-stained cloth bag and some women's clothes. He opened the cloth bag and took a look, and instantly withdrew his spiritual sense. There was evidence of the flower thief's crime.

Jiang Cheng put all the other things in the storage bag into his own storage bag. In the flower thief's storage bag, only this blood-stained cloth bag was left.

Jiang Cheng stood amidst the charred remains of the flower thief, the scent of burnt flesh lingering in the air. Just as he was about to leave, a surge of spiritual power fluctuations rippled through the forest.

His eyes sharpened.

Within moments, three figures descended from the sky like hunting falcons, their robes fluttering against the wind. Their eyes locked onto the corpse beneath him, excitement flashing across their faces.

The leader, a triangular-eyed cultivator, stepped forward, his tone laced with arrogance. "Fellow Daoist, did you kill this flower thief? He was our prey. We had already chased him to his last breath. You merely finished what we started. Thank you for the effort, but you may hand over his storage bag now."

Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Another man, wearing the inner disciple robes of Qinglin Sect, stepped up, his tone slightly more measured but no less imposing. "Fellow Daoist, I am Feng Yucheng, the immortal master stationed in Yanzhou City on behalf of the Qinglin Sect. As this criminal was being pursued under sect jurisdiction, his belongings belong to us. Please return the storage bag—we will express our gratitude appropriately."

Jiang Cheng remained silent. Then, without hesitation, he tossed the storage bag toward them.

Feng Yucheng's eyes gleamed with triumph as he reached out to snatch it, the other two watching eagerly.

But in that very instant—

SHING!

A blinding arc of light flashed through the night.

Splat!

Feng Yucheng's head flew into the air, a fountain of blood erupting from his neck. His body stood still for a brief moment, as if unable to process what had just happened, before collapsing to the ground like a felled tree.

The triangular-eyed cultivator barely had time to register the shock before Jiang Cheng's sword slashed again—swift, precise, and ruthless.

"ARGHHH!"

His right hand was cleaved clean off, the severed limb spinning through the air before landing with a dull thud. Blood sprayed wildly as he stumbled back, clutching his stump in horror.

The third cultivator's face drained of all color. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Then, instinct kicked in—he turned, preparing to flee.

Too slow.

Jiang Cheng's five Piercing Wind Talismans shot forward like a storm of death.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The escaping cultivator was shredded instantly, his body torn apart by the slicing wind. He didn't even have the chance to scream.

Silence fell.

The triangular-eyed cultivator, now kneeling in a pool of his own blood, trembled violently. "F-Fellow Daoist—No, senior! Please spare me! It was that immortal master who forced us to do this! I had no choice!"

Jiang Cheng gazed down at him, his expression calm, indifferent—merciless.

He took a slow step forward.

The triangular-eyed cultivator's face contorted with fear. "Senior, please! I—"

SHING!

One clean stroke.

His head rolled away, eyes still wide with terror.

Jiang Cheng exhaled slowly, sheathing his sword. A long sigh of relief.

"Greed promises a banquet of dreams but serves a meal of bitter regret