Mortal Cultivation Begins with Martial Arts

Zuo Feng stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the roiling clouds of calamity above his head, and his body under the green shirt began to tremble involuntarily. Excited? Fear? Or maybe both. Suddenly, he raised his hand and pointed at Jie Yun, his eyes bursting with determination. "Can't a person without spiritual roots cultivate immortality? I want to show you how to cultivate. If you can, kill me!"