He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Chapter 150 You say so, little brat Ling Yun

Everyone looked towards the mirror image in the sky. The Crimson Sword Venerable seemed to have discovered something. His expression turned serious, and he leaped into the Dry Bone Cliff.

The younger disciples were unaware, but Ling Yun and the elders present were.

The Cliff of Dry Bones is one of the forbidden entrances to the Demon Realm, and it has been sealed off by layers of restrictions imposed by the Ancestor and other powerful figures from various sects.

No cultivator may approach at will.

The Heavenly Sword Sect established its sect near the Dry Bone Cliff, partly to guard the forbidden area.

The scene after the Crimson Sword Venerable jumped into the forbidden area was pitch black; nothing could be seen.

"Why can't we see anything below the Cliff of Dry Bones?" the disciple who had exclaimed earlier asked again.

As always, no one answered his question.

The younger disciples were unaware of the situation, while the elders were reluctant to disclose the details of the forbidden area to the public.

Ling Yun: "Don't ask too many questions about the Dry Bone Cliff. Be sure to remember the sect's rules and do not go near it."

"Anyone who approaches the Cliff of Dry Bones without permission will have their cultivation abolished, be expelled from the sect, and be severely punished without exception!"

Lingyun's words were very harsh.

The disciples who had initially been interested in exploring the Bone Cliff all abandoned their adventurous thoughts.

It was about time for a cup of tea.

A figure flew out from the Cliff of Dry Bones.

A sinister smile appeared on his face, his eyes were gloomy, he stretched out his thumb to wipe away the blood that had spilled from the corner of his lips, put it to the tip of his tongue and licked it, his expression one of ecstasy.

Zhang Qiao'er screamed, "He's not my father! He possessed my father! Waaaaah..."

Actually, even without Zhang Qiao'er saying anything, everyone already knew what was going on.

It was fortunate that the other party was good at pretending; they actually fooled all of them.

The truth has come out, and there's no need to read any further.

Ling Yun struck the black-clad cultivator with a palm strike and demanded, "Speak, what did you do to Junior Brother Zhang?"

Seeing that he had been exposed, the black-clad monk decided to go all out and revealed the same sinister expression as in the mirror image.

Those disciples with lower cultivation levels felt a chill run down their spines when they met his gaze.

Black-robed monk: "You want to know?"

"It's a pity, I don't want to talk about it."

Xiao Xuan stopped the operation of the 'Time Reversal Technique'.

Her clear voice was ethereal, and her silver eyes were devoid of any emotion. She seemed to be simply repeating, "You don't want to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ferocious expression appeared on the black-clad cultivator's face.

He couldn't help but speak, "At that time, I was breaking free from the barrier when that old bastard Zhang Gu, the so-called Crimson Sword Venerable you all know, discovered me."

"Although the opponent's cultivation level is low, far inferior to even a fraction of mine."

"However, my soul has been severely damaged due to being sealed for many years. If his cultivation level is high, I will not be able to successfully possess him."

Elder Gu said regretfully, "Senior Brother Zhang was too impulsive."

"if......"

Elder Gu sighed heavily and swallowed the words he was about to say.

What's done is done, there's no point in saying anything more.

The black-clad monk burst into laughter. "He's not stupid after all."

"If I hadn't deliberately shown weakness and pretended that he could handle it, he probably wouldn't have taken the bait so easily."

"However, he was still too stupid."

"You've fallen victim to my soul-capturing technique."

"He jumped off the Cliff of Dry Bones."

"Once he jumps off the Cliff of Dry Bones and arrives on my territory, no matter how powerful he is, he can only become my prey."

At this point, the black-clad monk burst into laughter, his crimson lips curving into a strange arc.

He reached out and brushed a stray hair behind his ear, saying casually, "I've finally found a shell, so naturally I won't let it go."

"Originally, I intended to flee far away."

"However, I discovered that the disciple in Zhang Gu's memories actually possessed sword bones."

"Let's ask about the sword bone."

"Haha, the Dao-seeking Sword Bone can help people enter the Dao."

"If I were to seize his Dao-Seeking Sword Bone, wouldn't my current righteous body be able to transcend tribulation and ascend to immortality in no time?"

"Such a heaven-sent opportunity is one I cannot afford to miss."

At this point, the black-clad cultivator rested his chin on his hand, grinned at Ling Yun, and asked meaningfully, "Is that so, little Ling Yun?"