How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

After a whole night of tossing and turning, Li Muyun was quite tired and slept for several hours after returning to his room.

Yang Tian, ​​on the other hand, was full of energy, helping Xiao Rou with this and that, while also taking the opportunity to say a few sarcastic remarks about Li Muyun, "Look how tired this kid is, he didn't get anything done yesterday..."

After waking up, Li Muyun found a secluded courtyard and took out the magic tablet that His Highness the Prince of Qin had given him.

As soon as his divine sense entered, information about a magical technique was transmitted into his mind.

【Spirit Binding Chant (High-Grade Spirit-Level Immortal Technique): Attacks the opponent's divine sense by infusing true essence into your own. If the opponent's divine sense is weaker than yours, they will be suppressed, their divine sense momentarily confused; if the opponent's divine sense is stronger than yours, they will suffer a backlash.】

[Incantation: All things possess a spirit, all gather at the root of the divine; restrain the spirit and suppress the soul, scatter the divine soul.]

This was the first time Li Muyun had ever seen a divine sense attack technique, making it far more precious than ordinary divine techniques. Moreover, only cultivators with resilient souls could practice such techniques; otherwise, they were extremely prone to backlash.

Li Muyun happens to be a person with an extremely resilient soul. Through several painful cultivation sessions, Li Muyun's soul power has unknowingly been honed to far surpass that of immortals of the same level, making this immortal technique perfectly suited for him.

Silently reciting the incantation, Li Muyun's spiritual power flowed quietly. Seemingly half asleep and half awake, he saw a faceless statue, solemn and majestic, radiating divine light. The pressure of its soul was so real that it instantly immobilized him, and cold sweat poured down his body.

How is this going?

"Hold fast to your mind and transform your spirit into needles." The voice of the Long-Eared Immortal was like a Daoist chant, instantly clearing Li Muyun's somewhat confused mind. He immediately began to cultivate according to the Long-Eared Immortal's guidance.

Three full hours later, Li Muyun quietly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and a flash of cold light appeared between his index and middle fingers. A silver needle shimmering with an illusory glow appeared between his fingers. He said with some surprise, "This seems to be somewhat different from the original immortal technique."

The Long-Eared Immortal said smugly, "Those guided by me are naturally different. The needles formed from divine sense are more powerful, and the attacks can break free from your divine sense. Even if you encounter a strong opponent, the backlash will be much smaller. However, the only drawback is that your current divine sense power is not strong enough. It takes quite a while to transform your divine sense into needles. Once this Spirit-Binding Needle is used up, you will have to refine it again with your divine sense."

Li Muyun carefully retrieved the Spirit Binding Needle into his sea of ​​consciousness and said, "In this way, it seems that I can store the Spirit Binding Needle in my sea of ​​consciousness in normal times and release it during battle, so that I don't have to be limited to just one Spirit Binding Needle."

The long-eared immortal looked at Li Muyun approvingly, shaking his head and saying, "You are a promising student. That's right. However, your spiritual sense is limited. Once the Spirit Binding Needle turns into a needle, it is not as easy to control as spiritual sense. With your current spiritual sense power, you can only store a maximum of three Spirit Binding Needles in your sea of ​​consciousness. If you have more, it is easy to lose control and injure yourself. Remember that."

Li Muyun nodded repeatedly, immediately sat cross-legged, and continued to refine the Spirit-Binding Needles with his divine sense. This kind of surprise attack was a brilliant tactic to catch the enemy off guard...

......

The next morning, Yang Tian couldn't wait to knock on Li Muyun's door and excitedly said, "Muyun, get up quickly, we're about to leave!"

Li Muyun's head was still a little fuzzy from a day of cultivating the Divine Soul Technique. He said with a wry smile, "Big brother, why are you more anxious than me? I remember when I first met you, you were so arrogant, not like this at all. I still prefer your unruly self. Can you come back to your old self?"

Yang Tian pulled Li Muyun out of the room and said, "I'm approachable to heroes, but I'm unruly to idiots. What, do you think my assessment of you is wrong?"

"Yeah!"

Li Muyun shook his head, clearing his mind somewhat. After washing up, the two set off for the abandoned prince's mansion. Along the way, they chatted about the past of the abandoned prince's mansion.

This abandoned prince's mansion is considered a legend in the capital. Back when the Tang emperor was vying for the throne, seven brothers fought for it. In the end, the current Tang emperor won the throne, while the other six princes and dukes all died tragically for various reasons.

This abandoned princely residence belonged to the Prince of Zhao, who was also a strong contender for the throne at the time. After the Tang emperor ascended the throne, rumors began to circulate that the Prince of Zhao, dissatisfied with failing to become emperor, intended to rebel by sealing off the dragon veins of the Tang Dynasty using a method known as "imprisoning the dragon."

Ultimately, His Majesty used swift and brutal methods to slaughter the entire Zhao Prince's family in the palace. On that day, the Zhao Prince's palace was awash in blood, and the stench was overwhelming. All the corpses were sunk into the so-called Dragon-Prison Well and suppressed with an unparalleled formation.

At the time, the incident caused a great uproar. Some said that the Prince of Zhao had plotted a rebellion and was punished by the Emperor, leading to the extermination of his entire family; others said that the Emperor wanted to eliminate dissidents and fabricated charges, resulting in this massacre. Regardless of the conflicting accounts, the final outcome was that the Prince of Zhao's residence was wiped out in blood.

Since then, the Prince Zhao's mansion has been abandoned for many years, and many people say that when passing by the abandoned mansion, one can smell an extremely foul stench of blood, accompanied by bursts of ghostly wails and wolf howls, and sometimes faint mournful dragon roars.

In short, the more the story spread, the stranger and more bizarre it became. The defenses of the abandoned royal palace within a thousand meters of it were deserted and dilapidated, and no one dared to approach it anymore.

Yang Tian sneered, "It's all just superstition. We are all cultivators, and we won't believe in such nonsense. Even if there are evil spirits or dragons, I will kill them all!"

Li Muyun smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. The human heart is far more terrifying than evil spirits."

The two traveled along the road until they reached the vicinity of the Prince Zhao's mansion, where there was almost no one around. The street seemed to be a dividing line between yin and yang, with one side bustling with people and the other side eerily quiet.

As they stepped across the street, a chilling cold instantly made Li Muyun shiver. The two exchanged a glance and both realized that something was indeed strange about the place.

Logically speaking, both of them should be immortals with true essence in their bodies, so how could they have such a feeling?

"Caution comes first."

Both of them perked up and looked around at their surroundings as they walked.

Upon arriving near the gate of the mansion, both of them couldn't help but frown.

Sure enough, an extremely strong smell of blood hit the nose, followed by a foul stench. This place didn't look like an abandoned royal palace at all, but rather like a mass grave.

Looking up, the signboard of the Prince Zhao's Mansion was broken in two, and the originally vermilion gate had turned into an eerie purplish-black color, covered with many dense handprints, which was extremely creepy.

"Giggle giggle, giggle giggle..."

Just then, a strange, suffocating laugh, seemingly coming from a broken throat, came from inside the mansion, accompanied by the sound of shattered glass being dragged on the ground, sending chills down everyone's spines.

The two swallowed hard. Although they were immortals, the terrifying atmosphere still sent chills down their spines.

"go in!"