Sixty Years of the Life Nurturing Art!

The night was dark and heavy.

A suffocating atmosphere permeated the air.

In the silent night, strange sounds, unheard during the day, occasionally echoed.

It sounded like hushed whispers, like a child crying, or like a wild cat's low howl, sending shivers down one's spine.

In the vast Jiang Manor, apart from a few brave guards gathered together to secure critical areas, everyone else remained in their rooms, not daring to step outside.

Inside a room.

Jiang Dao was repeatedly practicing the Life Nurturing Art he had obtained.

For a full three hours.

It was nearly the third watch since he returned to the Jiang Manor.

Finally, he managed to cultivate a trace of qi sensation from the Life Nurturing Art.

A line of small text instantly appeared on his status panel.

Life Nurturing Art (Beginner) [Modifiable].

Jiang Dao gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes flickering.

"Just as I thought!"

Internal cultivation techniques were different from external martial arts; they required the cultivation of qi sensation to appear on the panel.

External martial arts, on the other hand, would appear on the panel as long as someone explained or demonstrated them completely.

Jiang Dao stared at the panel, then concentrated his will and lightly tapped the text behind Life Nurturing Art.

Swish!

The entire panel blurred, and the text began to change rapidly.

Ten years!

Twenty years!

Thirty years!

It increased all the way to sixty years.

At this moment, Jiang Dao clearly felt a warm current emerge from his lower abdomen, flowing along specific meridians before returning to his lower abdomen.

These warm currents were not thick, only about the size of an earphone cable from his previous life.

But with each circulation, his spirit was invigorated, and his fatigue and sleepiness instantly lessened by a fraction.

"This is internal energy…"

Jiang Dao carefully sensed it, and a vast amount of information quickly appeared in his mind.

All of it was the comprehension gained from practicing the Life Nurturing Art to sixty years.

In summary, this Life Nurturing Art was not an offensive internal technique. Its main effects were twofold: first, it could prolong life, and second, it had a certain healing effect.

The average lifespan of an ordinary person in this world was about fifty years, but he could now live to at least a hundred years old, free from all illness.

As for the healing effect, it was easier to understand.

Regardless of the type of injury, circulating the Life Nurturing Art could accelerate healing.

It even provided a certain degree of immunity to toxins.

Ordinary poisons could no longer kill him.

Besides these two effects, this internal energy also enhanced strength to a certain extent.

However, it was not as significant an increase in strength as other internal techniques.

Even so, Jiang Dao was quite satisfied.

"With the Life Nurturing Art practiced to sixty years, it already has so many effects. If it can be practiced to 120 or 200 years, immunity to all poisons might not be a dream!"

Jiang Dao murmured to himself.

The strange youth he saw during the day had put him under immense pressure.

Especially the youth's composure, which made him feel like a thorn in his side.

It indicated that the youth had never taken the Jiang family seriously from beginning to end, perhaps viewing them as mere ants, waiting to crush them underfoot once he had his fill of amusement!

Furthermore, with a casual touch of his hand on the wall, the entire wall began to rot. What kind of technique was that?

His palm clearly contained a potent poison!

The night was silent.

Like the shadow of a demon, it enveloped heaven and earth.

The maid, Bi Yu, tiptoed quietly off the bed, woken by an urgent need to pee.

But as soon as she got out of bed, seeing the deep darkness outside, her small face turned pale, a hint of terror showing.

"Young Master is in the next room, he should be fine, he should be fine..."

Bi Yu reassured herself.

As a personal maid, her bedroom was directly connected to Jiang Dao's bedroom, separated only by a screen.

However, for the sake of fresh air, maids like them were not allowed to keep chamber pots or similar items in their bedrooms.

Therefore, they had to go outside to relieve themselves at night.

But now, with the malevolent spirits causing chaos and strange forces targeting the Jiang Manor, it was clearly much more dangerous.

Her heart pounded as she continuously reassured herself, throwing on a thin veil and quietly getting off the bed. Unbeknownst to her, at that very moment, Jiang Dao's eyes snapped open.

Noticing Bi Yu's movements, he instantly understood what she was about to do. He frowned slightly, secretly keeping an eye on Bi Yu, lest any malevolent spirits kill someone right under his nose.

Bi Yu gently opened her door. The night wind outside blew, chilling to the bone, with a faint stench of decay.

It felt as if in a dark corner, a pair of eerie eyes were mockingly watching her.

She shivered instinctively, lit a lantern, and walked towards the end of the corridor.

"May Young Master bless me, may Young Master bless me..."

The little maid whispered incessantly.

Splat!

Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded behind her, without any warning.

Bi Yu froze, her heart trembling slightly, feeling nervous.

"Young Master, is... is that you?"

The sound behind her disappeared.

There was no response.

Bi Yu swallowed, gathering her courage, and slowly turned her head to look behind her.

She saw that the space behind her was empty, with no one there.

Bi Yu was even more terrified, her body swaying, almost falling.

She kept telling herself that perhaps the wind had knocked something over, it shouldn't be a malevolent spirit. The Young Master was in the room; no matter what happened, the Young Master would know.

Bi Yu continued forward with her lantern.

But the eerie footsteps sounded again behind her.

It seemed that for every step she took, the eerie footsteps advanced one step further.

Splat, splat, splat...

The darkness was thick, the footsteps continuous, somewhat hurried.

Bi Yu's heart was filled with extreme fear, and tears were almost streaming down her face.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed in the darkness.

Jiang Dao's eyes flashed like lightning. Without a second thought, he grabbed the long saber by his bed and, with a roar, smashed through the door. His terrifying body, exuding a fierce aura, tore through the night wind and charged towards the area where the scream had sounded.

He saw the maid Bi Yu being dragged by a grotesque black shadow, rapidly disappearing into the distant darkness. The grotesque black shadow reeked of decay, and a pair of emerald green eyes turned to look at Jiang Dao, revealing a terrifying smile.

The little maid Bi Yu had already fainted, her face deathly pale, motionless.

"Insolent!"

Jiang Dao roared, all the muscles in his body bulging, his body expanding, veins popping. His speed increased several times over, like a humanoid behemoth, charging forward.

"Die!"

Whoosh!

The Blood Shadow Soulchaser Blade was swung down from above.

A bloody aura permeated the air, the shockwaves breaking through, the momentum terrifying, as it fiercely slashed towards the grotesque black shadow.

The grotesque black shadow instantly used the maid in front of it as a shield. A black, rotten hand reached out from behind the maid and fiercely struck towards Jiang Dao's body.

However, Jiang Dao didn't even look. The bloody saber continued to slash down fiercely.

Squelch!

The maid's head was split in two. Before the black hand could land on Jiang Dao, the Blood Shadow Soulchaser Blade in Jiang Dao's hand had already fiercely struck behind the maid.

Crack!

The illusion shattered, and the maid disappeared.

"Ah..."

A grotesque, rotten figure was struck by Jiang Dao, letting out a piercing, agonizing scream. Its eyes filled with malice as it transformed into a gust of dark wind, rapidly retreating behind.

Rumble!

Jiang Dao instantly pursued forward, his long saber carrying heavy blood shadows, strike after strike, slashing towards the bizarre figure, each one unleashing his power to the extreme.

Every slash chased the soul!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The bizarre figure cried out in resentment repeatedly, caught in Jiang Dao's rapid saber techniques, being struck again and again.