I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

With sudden clarity, he realized he was at the project celebration party!

At that moment, a junior team member Xiao Li came over to toast; his message essentially was, “Our leader is casual so I’ll drink.” Zhou Yi took a light sip and found the taste extremely poor, nearly vomiting it out.

“Is this wine really so terrible?”

Zhou Yi glanced at the bottle, which seemed to be his favorite brand. Why did it suddenly taste so bad?

The celebration went on.

After singing and drinking, he went to sleep, hugging either Xuanxuan, Ying Ying, or Lu Lu.

The next morning.

Upon waking up, Zhou Yi habitually went to work, attended meetings, worked overtime, and then went home too exhausted to move. He lay in bed playing mobile games.

Cultivation simulation.

In half a year’s time, he had played to the max level, passed through the nine celestial tribulations, and could choose a Dao Fruit.

A game pop-up appeared!

Recharge 648 to select more Dao Fruits—stronger character attributes, an easier time clearing levels, bosses a breeze to defeat!

If you don’t spend money, there’s only one option: the Longevity Dao Fruit, which has no additional attributes, similar to a golden title.

“648, it’s not that much.”

Zhou Yi opened the introductions to other Dao Fruits. Lightning Dao Fruit doubles lightning method attacks, Incense Flame Dao Fruit significantly increases health, Nirvana Dao Fruit allows revival on the spot during level clearance, Netherworld Dao Fruit controls the bodies of minor monsters…

A myriad of options, all hinting that spending money could make one stronger!

“Longevity Dao Fruit!”

Zhou Yi looked at the no-spend reward and muttered to himself. After a long time, he closed the recharge page.

From that point onward.

Zhou Yi became one savoring his blessings, working hard, diligently seeking progress, outdoing all his peers, until the economy declined, the company went bankrupt, and he took to flexible employment.

“Indeed, without unexpected wealth, it’s hard to become rich.”

Zhou Yi sighed helplessly, then bought a lottery ticket and won tens of millions in prizes.

Since having money, suddenly there were many good people in the world, and life was beautiful.

He found a job that didn’t pay much, but was very leisurely, and in accordance with his parents’ wishes, he got married and had children.

In a daze, twenty years passed.

His son did very well, getting into a prestigious university, then smoothly into a governmental job with Zhou Yi’s guidance, becoming a jailer.

The life of an ordinary person is bland. Among the countless masses, hardly one leaves a mark on history; most are struggling for a meaningful or meaningless future.

Until the age of seventy.

The ever complacent Zhou Yi suddenly became inspired to write and began to serialize “Legend of the Three Heroes” on a certain website.

His writing was profound and his diction ornate.

It won over the entire nation, and he became famous with this one book.

“Don’t forget the original intention!”

Zhou Yi wrote several books in succession and became a widely known literary giant, especially for the million-word “Nine Continents Cultivation World,” which depicted a cultivation world as if it truly existed.

And gaining fame in his later years added an inspirational touch to Zhou Yi’s image.

Ninety-nine years old.

New Year’s Eve.

The family reunion dinner.

The white-haired Zhou Yi sat at the head of the table, watching more than twenty relatives to his left and right, stroking his beard and reciting.

“Filial piety from children, brotherly respect… A gentleman enjoys his wine, his joy is boundless!”

With tearful eyes and a thousand thoughts, he raised his cup but didn’t drink, instead pouring a libation before him.

“A sacrificial offering!”

The wine hit the floor and suddenly transformed into countless sword lights, chopping his descendants, the dinner table, the house, and even the entire world into smithereens.

The world shifted.

Zhou Yi looked at the familiar formation and spiritual light in front of him, touched his face, and found two lines of hot tears.

“This heart demon illusion comes from within the heart, it even knew that I, the poor Daoist, don’t care about anything in the Nine Continents, directly tapping into past events. Even though I know it’s an illusion, I couldn’t help but indulge for a long time!”

Decades in the illusion, merely an instant in the real world.

With a single thought from Zhou Yi, a three-inch-sized infant emerged from his forehead and stood in the air.

The infant, pure and tender like mercury solidified, had rounded limbs without hands or feet, and its facial features were simply sketched, bearing a slight resemblance to Zhou Yi.

“After condensing the Nascent Soul, it must be cultivated and refined continuously, until its appearance is indistinguishable from the original self, as if it were a living person, which is the Great Achievement Realm!”

The Nascent Soul, the condensed essence of mana and soul, stands outside the body whose eyes remain tightly closed, devoid of any life force or mana.

A moment later.

The Nascent Soul returned within the body, and Zhou Yi’s eyes opened, revealing an involuntary expression of joy.

“Nascent Soul Daoist can start a sect and claim a territory, calling oneself an ancestor! Even in the flourishing land of Dongsheng Divine Continent, Golden Core Cultivators are rarely seen, and they belong to the backbone of strength!”

Zhou Yi spat out several Supreme Treasures from his mouth, using his mana to refine them again.

The mana of the Nascent Soul Stage far surpasses that of the Golden Core by tenfold, in both quantity and quality, making control smoother after re-refinement.

Golden Core Cultivators using Spiritual Treasures is ultimately somewhat beyond their abilities. Now, wielding the Light Dividing Sword, Supreme Clarity Divine Talisman, and others, he could unleash one hundred percent of their power.

Sitting on the inheritance of the Nine Continents Cultivation World, Zhou Yi had long comprehended the cultivation at the Nascent Soul Stage, and he needed no one to point out the way in either cultivation techniques or understanding key aspects.

“The primary focus is still the Great Xuanjing, which directly points to the Divinity Transformation of the Xuanmen Orthodoxy. Wherever you go, no one will regard you as a heretic or a demon.”

“The Body Refining Techniques will transition to the alchemical traditions of the Elixir Sect, the True Alchemy Scriptures, forging the physical body with various types of Spiritual Fire, directly pointing to Vajra Indestructibility and immunity to both water and fire. Luckily, the Divine Fire Fan is at hand, no shortage of Spiritual Fire for body refinement, achieving twice the result with half the effort!”

“For refining the spirit, the Nirvana Sutra still has further stages, only the Nascent Soul in Buddhist cultivation will congeal into Shariputra relics…”

Zhou Yi pondered for a long time and temporarily stopped practicing the Nirvana Sutra.

If he didn’t congregate Shariputra relics, many of the divine abilities and spells in the later stages of the Nirvana Sutra couldn’t manifest even fifty percent of their power. They were inferior to other sects’ techniques for refining the spirit.

“As one’s realm ascends, the differences between Buddhism and Taoism grow greater. Taoists fuse Spirit, Energy, and Soul with the physical body to revert to an ethereal Immortal; Buddhists combine Spirit, Energy, and Soul with Shariputra relics to become Arhat with a manifest Dharma body.”

“It is much harder to cultivate both Buddhism and Taoism simultaneously!”

Most of the time, Buddhism and Taoism did not see eye to eye, and the consequence of straddling both paths was capsizing.

Considering himself a descendant of the Taoist ancestor, Zhou Yi would not abandon Taoism for Buddhism over a single technique for refining the spirit; Taoism, too, had its top-tier visualization techniques.

One month later.

Many treasures had been refined, but changing cultivation techniques could not be completed in a short time.

Zhou Yi waved his hand to collect the Formation and Prohibition, transforming into a fleeing light heading east, leaving the Daheng nation in a mere moment.

The Tree Demon had been waiting for a long time and, seeing the senior emerging, hesitated on both sides but ultimately dared not speak.

In the Cultivation World, hierarchy is strict. If one word displeases the senior, being killed is just bad luck!

The next day.

Zhou Yi made a big detour around the national border, returning to Daheng from the north, and arrived at Wu Mountain by evening.

Flying over the Mountain God Temple, he discovered that the statues within had changed, from a sword and talisman-wielding Taoist to a feather fan and silk-robed scholar.

“I have not returned for two months, yet someone has taken over my lair!”

Zhou Yi flew toward the core Mountain God Temple, sensing the presence of an unfamiliar cultivator, as well as the Spirit Ginseng child hiding underground.

“This fellow has lived for thousands of years, and yet his courage has not grown the slightest bit!”

The Mountain God Temple had a new owner, whose aura was about at the Golden Core mid-stage. The Spirit Ginseng child possessed far superior mana but was cowering hundreds of yards underground, not daring to emerge.

Zhou Yi instinctively urged the Supreme Clarity Divine Talisman to conceal his form and aura, planning a sneak attack to eliminate the newcomer.

“Immeasurable Heavenly Honored One! I’m now a Nascent Soul; I can crush a Golden Core with one finger. Why be so timid?”

With that thought, Zhou Yi dispelled the concealing spell. His formidable mana enveloped the Mountain God Temple, and he bellowed loudly.

“Who is the wild mountain deity that dares to occupy my divine position?”

The sound was like thunder, shaking the mountains, and as a Nascent Soul Daoist, he had the power to move mountains and erase a hundred miles.

A fleeing light flew out of the Mountain God Temple, and the middle-aged scholar turned pale, bowing and kowtowing continuously to Zhou Yi.

“The younger generation did not know this place had a master and rashly occupied it. Please forgive me, senior. I am willing to serve under your command and work like a dog or horse…”

The scholar was trembling with fear, racking his brains for excuses to find a chance to live.

Zhou Yi asked, “What is your background? Do you have any support?”

“I am associated with…”

The scholar was about to concoct a story when suddenly his soul became hazy, and he spoke the truth, saying, “I was just a failed scholar, who accidentally obtained some cultivation techniques. I’ve been cultivating in the capital and have no influential background.”

Zhou Yi nodded slightly and continued to use his enchanting technique.

“Why did you leave the capital and take my divine position?”

“I was in the Ministry of Revenue, and during the Emperor’s inspection, my corruption was discovered by the Inspection Bureau. I had no choice but to abandon my position and flee…”

As the scholar spoke, his voice became intermittent until his face twisted, and his soul regained clarity.

“Turns out to be a corrupt official, a fugitive!”

Zhou Yi smiled, not bothering with any spells, he waved his hand, and numerous bolts of lightning enclosed the scholar within.

Boom!

The scholar didn’t even get to scream before his body disintegrated into ash, leaving only a half-destroyed soul floating in the air.

Zhou Yi drew the remnant soul toward him and into his sleeve.

“I was just worrying about how to contact the Imperial Court, and here you come delivering yourself to me!”

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