As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

703 Becoming a Spectator

Jiang Ming thought for a moment and snapped his fingers. The leopard man was forced to fall.

When the leopard man stood steadily in front of everyone, he suddenly sneered.

He said aggressively, “What? You still want to defeat me? What a ridiculous idea. You won’t be able to defeat me even if you die!”

“Damn it, you jerk. You pretended to be pitiful just so we would let you down.” contemporary romance

Zhu Asi was furious.

He had never expected the leopard man to take advantage of their kindness.

As he spoke, Zhu Asi wanted to rush over and beat up the leopard man in front of him, but he was stopped by Jiang Ming.

He narrowed his eyes and looked dangerously at the colorful fluctuations in the leopard man’s hand.

Seeing that Zhu Asi was still not coming up to fight him, the leopard man was a little anxious. “Hey, brat, come over quickly! Do you want to run away for the rest of your life?”

Zhu Asi was furious.

How did the leopard man become so powerful? He wanted to see what the leopard man was made out of!

It was because he was not paying attention just now that the leopard man caught hold of him.

The leopard man saw Zhu Asi’s expression and laughed out loud. He reached out to hit Zhu Asi.

Jiang Ming saw the attack and immediately reacted.

He knew that Zhu Asi could not withstand such an attack.

Zhu Asi’s eyes widened when he saw Jiang Ming standing in front of him. He quickly wanted to push Jiang Ming away, but it was too late.

Jiang Ming was hit by the strike, and then he felt that his body seemed to have been possessed by something again.

This time, he fell to the ground.

Jiang Ming did not enter anyone’s memories. Instead, he watched everything in front of him as a virtual soul.

A little boy appeared in front of him.

Moreover, this person had golden hair and delicate facial features.

This person had even knelt in front of the female ghost before. His name was Xia Gui.

Jiang Ming could not help but feel puzzled. Why would Xia Gui appear here?

Could it be that this time, he was trapped in Xia Gui’s painting?

From where did this leopard man get so many paintings?

He was not very capable, but he still had many paintings.

Jiang Ming grinned, but he still decided to continue watching.

In the previous painting, the female ghost asked him to avenge her, so he came out.

What would it be this time?

Looking at the scene, Xia Gui was currently in a room.

He was opening an envelope. It was as if he was eager to see something.

Jiang Ming leaned over and saw a number on the letter. It was 680.

He looked at Xia Gui again, his hands trembling.

Then, he saw Xia Gui open another letter. On it was a name called Yuan Qing, and below it was a number, 681.

Then, he heard Xia Gui’s thoughts and understood everything.

They were participating in a Cultivation Convention, and the judges were giving them marks.

Xia Gui had obtained his and his good friend Yuan Qing’s scores through his own secret channels.

Xia Gui’s score was 680 points.

The Cultivation Alliance would only accept one apprentice from here.

Xia Gui was one point behind Yuan Qing.

This meant that although it was only one point, Xia Gui and Yuan Qing had distanced themselves from each other. He had attended the Cultivation Alliance meeting that Xia Gui dreamed of attending but could not.

Jiang Ming saw Xia Gui throw the letter on the ground, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Once again, he heard Xia Gui’s inner thoughts.

“This isn’t just a score; it represents my entire life.”

“If I don’t get in, it means my life is ruined.”

Jiang Ming grinned and could not help but look at Xia Gui.

Xia Gui was taking the results too seriously.

It did not matter if he could not participate in that meeting this time. Xia Gui was making a mountain out of a molehill.

“If you can’t get in, there’s no way out. You’ll have to be a good-for-nothing for the rest of your life!”

His mother’s words rang in Xia Gui’s ears. Xia Gui had a bout of dizziness.

Feeling everything about Xia Gui, Jiang Ming could not help but sympathize with him.

No wonder Xia Gui had become like this. It was all because of his mother’s influence.

Slap!

His mother rushed into the room and slapped Xia Gui. “You weren’t selected, right?” she asked hatefully.

Jiang Ming was shocked by the slap and looked at Xia Gui’s mother.

Why was Xia Gui’s mother so cruel?

If he had such a mother, he would suffocate.

Xia Gui, on the other hand, was jolted awake by the slap. He remembered that his mother had installed a surveillance artifact in his room. Seeing his mother’s reaction, she must have known that he was not selected.

Xia Gui immediately grabbed her skirt and said in a panic, “Mother, Mother, this was an accident. Give me another chance. I will definitely go to that meeting.”

Her mother kicked Xia Gui away, and one of his teeth flew out.

Jiang Ming was shocked by her cruelty. He reached out his hand to comfort Xia Gui.

However, Xia Gui and his mother could not see Jiang Ming at all.

Not only that, but Jiang Ming could not touch Xia Gui and his mother either.

“Trash! You can’t even go to the Cultivation Alliance meeting! It’s over! Why don’t you just die? The Xia family’s reputation has been completely tarnished by you! l Fortunately, I didn’t hire anyone to teach you. Otherwise, I would have wasted my money. Why did I give birth to such trash like you? You and your father are really the same. You can’t even be selected by the Cultivation Alliance. It doesn’t matter if you’ve started a business and earned a million taels of silver! Aren’t you still being laughed at in private?”

His mother’s scolding rang in his ears.

Jiang Ming wanted to help Xia Gui, but in the end, he could not.

After all, he was just an outsider and could only watch.

He was in excruciating pain, but Xia Gui could no longer care. He knelt down and kowtowed, begging, “Mother, Mother, please give me another chance. I will definitely work hard. I will definitely be able to attend the Cultivation Alliance meeting next time.”

Xia Gui was sobbing internally.

How could he work harder?

In the past three years, he had never slept more than three hours. Whenever he was sleepy, he would pinch himself.

There were bruises on his arms and legs.

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