Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

“Thank you, senior, for imparting your techniques.”

Xu Ming bowed deeply to an elder whose figure gradually faded into nothingness.

Xu Ming had long lost count of how many techniques he had learned here or how much time had passed. All he remembered was that he had been practicing endlessly, tirelessly.

The techniques these seniors had passed on to him included sword techniques, mental cultivation methods, staff techniques, body techniques—everything imaginable.

“Your name is Xu Ming, right?”

Just as Xu Ming had bid farewell to a man who had taught him staff techniques, a man holding a long spear approached him.

Xu Ming straightened up and looked at the man. He remembered him—clearly, in fact.

It was the man who had once been bound to the stone wall. Among all those seniors, he seemed the most “normal,” which made him particularly memorable.

“Greetings, senior.” Xu Ming bowed in respect.

To be honest, this man gave Xu Ming a very scholarly and gentle impression, like a refined scholar. Someone like him didn’t seem like the type who would offend any sect or end up captured and imprisoned here.

“Hmm,” the man nodded slightly.

“My name is Qin Feng. Qin, as in the Qin Kingdom, and Feng, as in wind and snow.

I am from the Unrivaled Spear Sect.

However, you probably haven’t heard of the Unrivaled Spear Sect.

The spear technique I am about to teach you is called the Overlord Spear. It is the ultimate technique of our Unrivaled Spear Sect.

Currently, I am the only one who knows the Overlord Spear because all my fellow disciples are dead.

If you manage to learn this technique, even if you’re not officially a disciple of the Unrivaled Spear Sect, you could be considered a half-disciple.

If you survive and leave this place, I ask only one thing of you: help pass down this technique. Do not let it be lost to time.”

“I will do my best to honor your request, senior,” Xu Ming said solemnly with a nod.

Preserving a lineage was a matter of great significance, and Xu Ming couldn’t guarantee success with absolute certainty. He could only promise to do his utmost.

“‘Do my best’ is enough,” Qin Feng replied with a nod. “Prepare yourself—I’m going to demonstrate the spear now.”

As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, a long spear appeared in Xu Ming’s palm. The spear’s shaft was long and solid, and compared to a sword, it gave Xu Ming a sense of unmatched stability.

The saying “The spear is the king of all weapons” came to mind. The moment Xu Ming gripped the spear, he felt he was beginning to understand its truth.

“Are you ready?” Qin Feng asked. Unlike the other seniors, who would attack without warning, Qin Feng seemed intent on reminding Xu Ming again and again, as if afraid that a careless move might kill him.

“Please, senior, teach me,” Xu Ming said, holding the spear in a salute.

As expected, just like before, the entire set of techniques and intricacies of the Overlord Spear appeared in his mind. His task now was to learn, master, and perfect it!

“Watch carefully!”

Qin Feng’s words had barely fallen when Xu Ming felt his heart tremble.

Somehow, Qin Feng’s spearhead had already reached his chest.

Xu Ming instinctively shifted sideways to dodge, but not fast enough—his arm was sliced by the spear’s razor-sharp edge, leaving a deep wound.

He quickly created distance and glanced at his injured right arm, where blood dripped steadily to the ground.

The move had been impossibly fast and flawlessly executed—no excess motion, no wasted effort. The phrase “the ultimate simplicity” could not have described it better.

“Be careful now,” Qin Feng said softly.

“Be careful,” Qin Feng said once again.

In the next moment, Qin Feng lunged forward, his spear aimed straight at Xu Ming’s brow.

Clang!

Xu Ming deflected Qin Feng’s spear with his own, the clash ringing sharply. Without missing a beat, Xu Ming countered with a thrust of his own.

A glimmer of cold light preceded the strike, followed by the spear surging forward like a dragon!

The sheer dominance in the intent behind the spear left Xu Ming a little shaken, but as he wielded the Overlord Spear, he began to grasp some personal insights.

He noticed a similarity between fist techniques and spear techniques—a thrusting spear was no different from a punch thrown with full force. Furthermore, the philosophy behind the Heaven-Splitting Fist, which emphasized an unstoppable, forward-driving momentum, aligned perfectly with the essence of the Overlord Spear.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The spears in Xu Ming’s and Qin Feng’s hands clashed repeatedly, sparks flying with every collision. Each swing of their spears shattered the surrounding rocks, and the ground beneath them was riddled with massive holes left by their spear energy.

Neither Xu Ming nor Qin Feng paused for even a moment. Both had entered a state of “no-self,” where their minds were free of all distractions. In their eyes, there was only the other’s spear, only one goal: to pierce through the opponent.

Neither knew how long they fought.

One advantage of this dreamlike realm was the lack of exhaustion, and injuries that weren’t fatal would quickly heal. It allowed them to train and learn at their peak state, which explained how Xu Ming and Xu Xue Nuo had managed to master so many secret techniques in such a short time.

But then, as if by instinct, both fighters felt a decisive moment approaching. They thrust their spears forward simultaneously.

This strike carried the entirety of their spiritual power, leaving no reserves.

Both could clearly sense that even if they managed to kill the other, they would likely perish as well.

Yet, despite this realization, neither wavered.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed as a massive crater formed around Xu Ming and Qin Feng. The shockwave sent nearby swords flying, and the swirling dust and debris enveloped them both.

As the dust settled, cracks began to appear on the spears in their hands.

The cracks spread like a shattered porcelain glaze, creeping outward until—

Ping!

With a crisp sound, both spears disintegrated.

Qin Feng smiled at Xu Ming, his figure gradually fading away. His voice echoed across the dreamlike sky:

“Once I’m gone, the Old Master will come to teach you personally. He’s never taken a disciple in his life, so I’m not sure if you two will count as his disciples. But if you manage to learn his sword technique, it will be the greatest opportunity of your lifetime.”

In reality, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Everyone in the cave turned to look at him.

“I’ve finished teaching them,” Qin Feng said calmly. “Xu Ming learned faster because of his prior experience with fist techniques. But the girl did well too—she grasped the essentials quickly.”

“Who’s left to teach them?” Zhou Wanfeng asked.

“No one,” Wang Mazi shook his head, looking at the elderly man bound to the stone wall. The old man hung his head as if lifeless.

Meanwhile, in Xu Ming and Xu Xue Nuo’s consciousness, an old man carrying a sword slowly approached them.

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