I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

The Earth God opened the jade bottle, and inside were hundreds of round, lustrous beads. His brows furrowed tight as he said,

“Why are there only this many?”

“The poor monk cannot be blamed for this. Last year, Layman Zhao and the Dragon Lord caused a great drought, and before a year had passed, along came a locust plague.”

Hong Luo scoffed mockingly, “The peasants have been harvested too many times, so naturally, the incense offered is thinner!”

The Earth God, unfazed by the mockery, said, “No matter whether the incense is thriving or weak, the number I require must be sufficient. The missing portion should rightfully be compensated for by the monk.”

“Dream on!”

Hong Luo’s eyes bulged, and she spat out a pitch-black alms bowl, taking the initiative to strike first.

A sudden gust of chilling wind arose, and demonic clouds billowed as the bowl grew to the size of a house and covered the Earth God from above.

The Earth God seemed well-prepared, as two bright yellow flying swords flew out from his sleeve, forming a Yin Yang Formation that encircled the alms bowl.

When the magic artifacts collided, their residual power scattered in all directions, instantly shattering the Locust God Temple.

Bright yellow and pitch-black escaping lights soared into the sky, entangled for a long time as the booming sounds reverberated continuously, carrying for dozens of miles.

The nearby villagers learned of the Earth God battling the Locust God in a contest of spells, and they offered incense and prayers on their knees, hoping to support the Earth God in defeating the evil god and restoring peace to their region.

The magical duel lasted a day and a night.

In the end, Hong Luo, whose strength was somewhat inferior, had her lower half severed. She glared at the Earth God bitterly for a long time before taking out a jade bottle from her storage bag and throwing it over.

“Cough cough cough! The poor monk will remember this!”

“It should have been this way from the start.”

The Earth God nodded with satisfaction and chuckled, “In the future, if we collaborate again, we’ll follow the same ratio, with seven-tenths going to this poor Taoist!”

Hong Luo twisted her facial features in fury, cursing under her breath at having to bear the backlash and karmic forces alone, working arduously for a meager three-tenths.

The Earth God reassured her, “Don’t be so resentful and begrudge, monk. Most of these have to be handed over to those above. I myself receive only one or two-tenths, which is even less than you.”

Hong Luo snorted coldly and replied, “Then why doesn’t Layman Zhao become the Locust God?”

“Ha, I’m not skilled in the Art of Insect Control.”

Laughing it off, the Earth God reflected that the path of a god was not as unrestrained as that of an immortal. Employing dark magic to cause disasters, attracting the curses and hatred of millions of people, would inevitably result in the five declines of man as decreed by heaven.

This was why even a Golden Core Cultivator couldn’t cure the scrofula on his head or wash the filth from his monk’s robe.

“Hypocrisy!”

Hong Luo exerted her power to reform her body, turning into a light that flew into the deep mountains.

The Earth God hesitated for a moment, then shook his head slightly without pursuing to kill her. Being in the same Golden Core Realm, pressing Hong Luo too hard could likely result in mutual destruction.

“Instead of fighting to the death to kill Hong Luo, it’s better to join forces a few more times to create disasters and gain more!”

He then dissolved into thin air and returned to the Earth God Temple in Linyang City to cultivate and garner strength through the incense offered.

A wisp of spiritual light rose from the ground, transforming into a three-foot-tall figure with a thoughtful appearance on its face before flying toward the mountains.

A moment later.

The cave of Hong Luo.

The cave entrance was protected by several layers of rudimentary formations with numerous loopholes, through which the little figure twisted and entered silently.

Following the path down the cave, passing several stone doors, it entered the hall of Hong Luo.

The Scrofula Ascetic sat on a white lotus throne, hands joined in prayer, with a shining round bead in his mouth, channeling the cultivation technique to attract surging spiritual energy, rapidly healing his wounds.

The little figure, which was merely a wisp of mana, could become invisible and undetected but was incapable of engaging in spell battles.

Circling the white lotus throne several times, it found a few drops of pus on the ground, which it swept up and made disappear without a trace.

Hong Luo was completely unaware of this, and whenever she thought of the Earth God, she could not help but become consumed with rage. The fluctuation of her breath and the reversal of her mana almost caused her to fall into demonic cultivation.

“How dare he deceive me, the poor monk will have his revenge!”

Just then,

Whisps of black qi appeared out of nowhere, following Hong Luo’s breath and infiltrating her body.

“What the hell is this thing?”

With a look of horror, Hong Luo hastily employed her Body-Protection Secret Technique, but the black qi ignored all defenses, continuously devouring her life span.

After a quarter of an hour,

The once middle-aged Hong Luo was at death’s door, with sparse white hair atop her head, and her body enveloped in an aura of death.

“Zhao Ming, the poor monk won’t let you off, even as a ghost!”

Before she finished speaking, she died on the spot.

…

There Is a Tavern.

The place was brimming with guests; it was extraordinarily lively.

Calls and shouts rose and fell, with three attendants too busy to cope.

The Earth God in Xuliang village had slain the Locust God, and through the temple priests and the storytellers, the news had spread throughout Linyang City. Learning that the locust plague was over, the townsfolk flocked to the tavern to celebrate.

Within their words was an abundance of praise and reverence for the Earth God.

Who would dare utter a word of dissent? Let alone the intimidating divine might, the common people would beat him to death!

Zhou Yi chattered away with the abacus, smiling as he said to the customers,

“Given the graciousness of three taels and four parts, blessed with the protection of the immortals, the change is on the house.”

“Boss Zhu is most generous. No wonder Master Huang often praises you for being the most devout in Linyang City.”

The customer clasped his hands in thanks and happily paid his bill.

Zhou Yi, a mere outsider, had come to Linyang County alone and amassed a small fortune through brewing secrets. Now, the stability of his life relied on the protection of the Land God Temple.

Of course, he never failed to make financial contributions.

The immortals don’t need gold and silver, but the temple priests do!

A wisp of spirituality surged from the ground below and merged into Zhou Yi’s body.

“The Dark Witch Curse originates from the heritage of the Nine Continents, and while there is no known counter in Dongsheng Divine Continent, it is an exceedingly useful spell!”

Zhou Yi heard of Hong Luo’s death without a trace of emotion on his face. Having witnessed the epochs come and go, the collapse of the Nine Continents, nothing save life and death could stir his spirit anymore.

As for the relics of Hong Luo, he still needed to wait some time.

A Golden Core Cultivator would surely have a sect’s heritage, possibly leaving behind soul lamps, soul slips, or similar alarming spells that would be investigated by sect mates upon death.

If by chance his master was a Nascent Soul elder or even a Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarch, rashly stumbling upon them would be like walking into a trap.

The waters of Dongsheng Divine Continent run deep. Caution is paramount!

…

Half a year later.

Hong Luo Cave.

Robust bandits with dazed eyes veered left and right as they entered the cave, quickly coming upon the aged corpse.

The flesh of a true master is as hard as fine steel, and can remain uncorrupted for a hundred years after death.

The bandits fumbled over the corpse for a moment, stripping it clean of all Magic Artifacts, and then set a fire in the cave.

Exiting the cave.

Staggering atop the mountain, they buried the artifacts under a tree, then tumbled down the cliff.

In the blink of an eye, another two years passed.

Linyang County could be said to have suffered through a host of disasters, first with days of torrential rain, causing the Yuntong River to overflow and break its banks.

The following year, the earth dragon turned over, with villages near Wu Mountain suffering heavy casualties and injuries.

The Land God Temple’s reputation flourished, incense burned day and night, and festival offerings were unending. The positions of several temple priests rose with the tide, their voices louder than even the county magistrate’s.

That day.

A streak of light flashed atop the mountain, and Divine Sense swept over to see the charred corpse in the cave.

“This monk, even if he had a sect, was an uncherished disciple. Dead for two years and not a soul has come to collect his body.”

Zhou Yi waved a hand and attracted Hong Luo’s relics, fleeing thousands of miles away. He found a nameless cave to set up Formation and Prohibition, then began inspecting each item.

A dark alms bowl Magic Artifact, several protective lethal Magic Artifacts with too weak power, he incinerated them directly with Spiritual Fire.

Upon close inspection, the remaining Spirit Stones and Spiritual Objects were free of tracking marks and thus he stored them in his storage bag.

“Three jade slips containing Cultivation Techniques… ‘Great Black Heaven Scripture,’ a Buddhist Esoteric technique that seems more demonic than Buddhist, a crooked path, and by its realm division, it belongs to the Immortal path.”

“The Locust Plague Scripture, quite a mysterious Art of Insect Control.”

“Incense Flame Condensing Spirit Technique!”

Zhou Yi’s gaze sharpened, his Divine Sense quickly scanning the content, and he immediately understood the reasons behind Hong Luo and the Earth God’s disaster-making.

Waving his hand, he took a jade bottle from the pile of items, and inside, saw over a hundred gleaming beads, swirling with misty vapors inside.

“Wish Power Beads!”

Zhou Yi took one bead, sensing the extremely rich incense energy within, and according to the Incense Flame Condensing Spirit Technique records, this substance was created through a secret technique that solidified incense offerings.

The use of the Wish Power Beads was simple; activate the unsealing method, and the pure incense wish power would be released. When fused with Spiritual Energy, it could accelerate Mana cultivation, when integrated into a Magic Artifact, it would increase its power, and when melted into a Spirit Pill, could enhance the medicinal effect…

Endless wonders, truly a catalyst for the cultivation of immortality!

“The fundamentals of Dongsheng Divine Continent are still based on the Immortal path, with the so-called Divine path deriving only from the concentration and refinement of Wish Power.”

Zhou Yi pondered for a long time, then transformed into a light and left.

The Incense Flame Condensing Spirit Technique recorded that breakthroughs could be significantly aided by the power of incense wishes, increasing the success rate more than even the rare Core Formation or Nascent Spirit enhancing Spiritual Objects.

“No wonder there are gods aplenty in Dongsheng Divine Continent!”

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