I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Skinny Senior Brother Xuan Xu gave his assent, “Delivering a Heavenly Spiritual Root to the academy is a great merit that could be exchanged for a considerable amount of Spirit Stones and Spiritual Objects.”

Xuan Jing solemnly agreed, “I’ve been at the peak of Foundation Establishment for dozens of years now, perhaps I can exchange for a Spirit Pill and gain some assistance in breaking through to the Golden Core.”

“Why not exchange it for a top-grade protective treasure?”

Xuan Xu suggested, “Senior Brother, with it you could use it to overcome the tribulation and Solidify the Pill; I could also use it in the future, while a Spirit Pill would be gone once eaten.”

As the skinny and chubby brothers went back and forth, they had already sold Zhou Yi out completely in their conversation, starting to plan how to spend the Spirit Stones they would receive; Xuan Yu, who was usually reserved, couldn’t help but chime in.

“We could buy some rare seeds of Spiritual Medicines, they would sell for more Spirit Stones once they’ve grown older!”

The skinny and chubby brothers said in unison, “Junior Sister is right.”

“Enough!”

Ling Weizi sternly scolded, interrupting their calculations, and said, “Xuan… Yi, the stone’s name shall be Xuan Yi, and henceforth he shall be a disciple of the Mysterious Primordial Sect, never to toil in some daoist academy.”

“Xuan Yi, I saved your life; remember that!”

Zhou Yi hurriedly swore with his palm to the heavens, “Rest assured, Master, your disciple will never enter the academy, upon pain of heaven and earth’s disdain.”

The daoist academy is a place where Heavenly Court recruits fresh blood, a matter concerning the inheritance of the Heavenly Court’s foundations, with True Gods stationed there year-round. Even if one’s power is not on the same level as an immortal, a mere Nascent Soul would not be able to deceive them.

“Good, very good.”

Upon hearing the vow, Ling Weizi immediately dropped the poor act and said, “I will take you to meet the ancestral master and enter your name into the sect’s records, from today you are a disciple of the Sect Leader of the Mysterious Primordial Sect!”

He followed by paying respects to the portrait of the ancestral master of the Mysterious Primordial Sect, offering incense and bowing, was entered into the sect’s records, and even received a gift for becoming a disciple.

One thousand Spirit Stones.

Ling Weizi took out a book and said, “This is a secret transmission of our sect, the ‘Mysterious Primordial Body Refinement Technique’; it is one of the rare Body Refining Techniques in Divine Land that leads directly to Divinity Transformation, and when mastered, moving mountains and capturing the moon will seem trivial!”

Zhou Yi bowed to receive the book, and upon perusing it found the Cultivation Techniques quite profound, however they only extended up to the Qi Refinement Realm.

Ling Weizi explained, “This is simply for you to practice temporarily, once you enter the early stages of Body Refinement and have Divine Sense, I will give you a jade slip recording the techniques.”

“Thank you, Master,” said Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi then received a daoist robe, bedding, and his choice of palaces in which to reside, and began his secluded cultivation on Mysterious Primordial Mountain.

…

Great Moon Nation.

Everlasting Source City.

The sky was faintly lit, the morning mist not yet dispersed.

The guards had just opened the city gates when they saw a frail merchant followed by a dozen carts.

“Do you have a travel permit?”

“I do, I do.”

The merchant produced the travel permit, bearing the name Sun Changsheng, from the Southern Water county subordinate to Everlasting Source City.

After the city gate official verified the authenticity of the travel permit, he inquired, “What’s the reason for bringing all these carts to the city?” ꞦАꞐôΒΕ𐌔

“I’m heading to the western market in the city to buy some cattle, sheep, and pigs to take back to Southern Water for sale,” the merchant replied.

Sun Changsheng jostled his sleeve, causing a piece of silver to fall out, and feigned surprise as he said, “Sir, you’ve dropped your silver!”

The city gate official was stunned, and it took a good while before coming to his senses, stepping on the piece of silver and shouting to the soldiers opening the gates, “Hurry up with the gates, don’t delay Mr. Sun’s business.”

Once inside the city.

The caravan made a beeline for the western market, rented a prominent stall, and the attendants began to call out for buying pigs, cattle, and sheep.

Sat atop a horse cart, Sun Changsheng leisurely sipped his tea, haggling over prices with any farmers or merchants that came to sell their goods, the exact image of a true trader with his fine attention to deal making.

With his natural gift of gab, not a single deal was missed.

By noon, all the carts were filled with pigs, cattle, and sheep and began their return journey along the same route.

Midway through, when Sun Changsheng saw that there was no one around, he performed a spell, all the attendants vanished like bubbles, and with a wave of his hand, he collected the carts and their contents into his sleeve.

He then burrowed underground for several hundred feet, making his way toward his hidden abode.

Moments later.

The ground ahead suddenly opened up, revealing a huge cavern hollowed out for ten square miles, lit by Spiritual Objects hanging from the ceiling, with various Yin property Spirit Grass and Spiritual Medicines growing on the ground.

Rows of orderly houses, with monkeys in Taoist robes sitting in meditation or engaged in discourse.

Sun Changsheng descended with his light, immediately drawing a chorus of salutations, some calling him “Great King,” others “Master” or “Old Ancestor.”

“My children, cultivate well. After you ascend to Divinity Transformation, the world will be yours to explore. Even the Heavenly Court would have to offer you a position.”

After speaking,

Sun Changsheng arrived at the stone platform in the center of the cave, which housed forty-eight thousand stone monkeys, dense and numerous, lifelike, differing in size, appearance, and action.

From his sleeve, a dozen pigs, cows, and sheep flew out and exploded into a shower of blood in mid-air, lightly drizzling upon the stone monkeys. As the blood touched them, it merged into their bodies, deepening their reddish hue slightly.

Sun Changsheng felt a mysterious connection as he sensed the changes within the stone monkeys, and his face lit up with joy.

“As long as there is enough fresh blood, they can be revived and return!”

“The quickest method would naturally be to capture the creatures of entire mountains, and it wouldn’t take long to revive them all. However, such evil and heretical deeds would disrupt the harmony of heaven and would surely invoke a siege and pursuit by the Heavenly Court!”

Sun Changsheng had made it onto the Heavenly Court’s wanted list, ranked after the hundredth position, even considered less dangerous than Blood Bear, merely because he had not committed mass atrocities.

“Fortunately, I received my Master’s teachings; otherwise, with my nature, I would not have considered the Heavenly Courts and committed widespread slaughter, irreversibly becoming a demon on the path of my past life!”

Sun Changsheng’s face showed gratitude as he bowed deeply in the direction of the Eastern Sea.

“Master often taught me not to be stubborn and to look at problems from a different angle! Now, with just a bit of effort, I can purchase pigs, cows, and sheep from the humans. Even if the Heavenly Court found out, they couldn’t convict me…”

With that thought, Sun Changsheng’s figure wavered and changed into that of a merchant, as he burrowed out from underground to search for cities.

…

Early morning.

The rising sun, the purple aura stretching for miles.

Atop Mysterious Primordial Mountain.

The eldest disciple, Xuan Jing, sat cross-legged, drawing in the purple aura from the east into his body and after refining it, integrating it into his flesh.

Behind him stood three figures: Zhou Yi, Mysterious Void, and Xuan Yu. The one with the lowest cultivation wasn’t Zhou Yi, but instead, it was the seven-year-old girl Xuan Yu, who had just reached the seventh level of Qi Refinement.

In the short span of four months, Zhou Yi rapidly broke through to the eighth level of Qi Refinement.

Ling Weizi spent half a year frequenting the Ancestral Hall to offer incense and boast to the ancestral spirits about his prodigious disciple, convinced he would revitalize the Mysterious Primordial Sect.

As the purple dawn aura faded, today’s morning lessons came to an end.

Xuan Jing said, “Second brother and little sister, you can go back first. I have something to discuss with our little brother.”

Mysterious Void reminded, “My Daoist name is Mysterious Void!”

“I know, second brother,” Xuan Jing replied.

After shooing the other two away, Xuan Jing turned to Zhou Yi, who was still diligently practicing his cultivation technique, and said, “In the path of cultivation, there must be relaxation as well as tension. Don’t push yourself too hard. Your talent already surpasses ninety-nine percent of the world.”

Zhou Yi slowly ceased his practice and saluted, “Thank you for your concern, elder brother. As long as our Sect does not regain its former glory, I dare not slack off in the slightest.”

“…”

Xuan Jing fell silent for a moment before tentatively saying, “Little brother, have you ever considered that Master might be deceiving you? The Mysterious Primordial Sect was a minor sect a thousand years ago, and it is even more so now.”

“How could that be?”

Zhou Yi’s expression shifted appropriately, filled with doubts, disappointments, and a hint of stubbornness.

A seven-thousand-year-old monster acting, was more convincing than the real thing. No actor could compare.

“Little brother is a smart man. Once limited by the experiences of a mountain village, now that you pursue the path of immortality and study the scriptures, your wisdom has certainly been unlocked.”

Xuan Jing sighed, “Master also lured me up the mountain with grand tales of an ancient grand Sect, claiming our founder was sworn brothers with a legendary human immortal. It’s all fabrications!”

Zhou Yi exclaimed in surprise, “Master told me, our founder was sworn brothers with a Heavenly Master…”

The two exchanged a glance and shook their heads with a bitter smile.

To preserve the lineage, Ling Weizi had completely shed any sense of shame, and not only were his own ancestors subject to his lies, but he even dared to belittle human immortals and Heavenly Masters.

“The laws of the Heavenly Court stipulate that if a sect does not have a Golden Core successor, its lineage and Immortal Register will be confiscated by the Heavenly Court for safekeeping until a new Golden Core True Monarch emerges to reclaim them,” explained Xuan Jing.

“The Mysterious Primordial Sect cannot hope to return to its former splendor. It’s struggling just to maintain its lineage. Perhaps within our generation, or at most the next, it will dissolve into oblivion!”

Zhou Yi inquired, “What exactly are you trying to say, elder brother?”

Xuan Jing continued,

“When you see that this trend is unstoppable, don’t be as stubborn as Master, fixated on passing down the lineage. Change of sect affiliation is a common occurrence for those who cultivate the way!”

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