I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

“The True Immortal ancestor surely can’t descend every thousand or two years, to slay the Heavenly Emperor and replace him; wouldn’t that make them a mere nanny?”

Zhou Yi pondered from every angle. The power of the Heavenly Court was unavoidable, and at best, the Three Teachings could only maintain balance by relying on their ancestors.

“Now that the true dragon’s body has been refined, it needs to slowly merge with the body of an innate true person. By then, the qualifications will not be inferior to those of an immortal. Additionally, the nascent soul is already seventy percent Pure Yang and also requires four or five hundred years of secluded cultivation…”

“I must find a way to ensure a few hundred years of stability for the Mysterious Primordial Sect!”

After ruminating for a moment, Zhou Yi had an idea.

…

Days and nights alternated, and seasons changed.

A year passed in the blink of an eye.

This day.

Xuan Xu transformed into a beam of escape light, flying down the mountain. News had come from his family that a treasure had been unearthed.

When private land yields a treasure, according to the laws of the Great Moon Nation, it belongs to the people, which is much more lenient than the policies of the Heavenly Court.

This time descending the mountain.

Xuan Xu also needed to make arrangements for what would come after, stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment for decades, appearing middle-aged on the surface, but in reality, he was already one hundred and sixty years old, with only thirty or forty years of life span left.

After another period of secluded cultivation, he would meet with his family at most two or three more times.

“My family prospered because of me, and after my death, they must abandon most of their estate; otherwise, there might be a great disaster!”

An hour later.

Chongshan County.

Xuan Xu’s beam of escape light landed outside the city and, transforming documentation for road passage, he entered the city and headed straight for the Yu residence in the South City.

The Heavenly Court prohibited cultivators from revealing their divine powers in the mundane world, which included the use of escape skills. There were Earth Gods in the city, and if one’s escape light was discovered entering, it would be reported: at minimum, ten years of imprisonment in the heavens, and at worst, the stripping of one’s cultivation and mana.

Xuan Xu scanned the county town with his divine sense, detecting four cultivator auras, one Foundation Establishment and three Qi Refinement.

The four great families of Chongshan County, including Xuan Xu’s own, each had cultivators as their backbone, though the other three were merely loose cultivators who had lucked into a cultivation technique.

The descendants of loose cultivators were not allowed to cultivate, as that would be considered privately transmitting the Way. However, they could perform meritorious deeds for the Heavenly Court, such as becoming underlings to the Earth or Mountain Gods, accumulating merits to exchange for the admission of their descendants into Taoist academies.

The Heavenly Court ruled over the Nine Continents and set strict rules, layered like a pyramid, allowing one to climb only step by step.

Yu Residence.

Xuan Xu leaped into the courtyard, heading directly to see the family head.

Upon seeing the old ancestor, who looked exactly like the one in the portraits, the Yu family head hurriedly performed three kneels and nine bows.

“Greetings to my great-great-grandfather!”

“No need for such trouble.”

Xuan Xu said, “Bring out the treasure you found in our land and let me have a look.”

The head of the Yu family drew a jade box from his chest, carrying it with him since its discovery and not daring to let anyone else touch it, he held it up high with both hands.

“Ancestor, by observing the manuals you left in our family day and night, the descendants accidentally discovered a tomb while digging a well for water. Most of the items in the tomb had decayed, only this jade box remains. Fearing the treasure might escape, I have yet to dare open it!”

“Well done.”

Xuan Xu nodded slightly, opening the jade box nonchalantly. He really didn’t believe that a mundane land could hide a treasure, but the sight of the spiritual object inside caused his eyes to bulge in surprise.

An energetic and lifelike little horse.

Pale and tender, about five or six inches in size, with a mushroom-cap on its head, it exuded an extremely rich yin spiritual energy.

The moment the jade box was opened, the little horse, previously with closed eyes, sprang to life, transforming into a streak of light, ready to flee.

“A thousand-year mushroom-horse!”

Xuan Xu’s heart trembled with excitement, unable to help but shout, and as he saw the mushroom-horse escaping, he spat out seven or eight magic artifacts to encircle and confine it, then directly swallowed it alive and concealed it within himself, fearing it would slip away and be lost.

Seeing the old ancestor’s reaction, the head of the Yu family knew it was a high-quality treasure and said with a smile, “If the ancestor finds it useful, that is good.”

The Yu family had prospered for four or five generations, with official positions in the Imperial Court and business dealings among the common folk, all thanks to this ancestor who deserved to be well looked after from all sides.

“Very good, very useful!”

Xuan Xu paced back and forth in excitement. Originally having no hope for Core Formation, simply waiting for his life span to run out, his heart suddenly revived with activity.

To go through tribulation, solidify the pill, and to prolong the lineage of Mysterious Primordial Sect for another three hundred and fifty years!

Clenching his teeth, he fished out a bottle of spirit pills from his sleeve and bestowed it to his descendant, distant by several generations: “Take this bottle of spirit pills, and stealthily consume them. You can easily live for one hundred twenty or thirty years.”

“Thank you, ancestor.”

The family head of the Yu family was overjoyed beyond all expectations, prostrating repeatedly, but when he looked up again, the figure was gone.

At this time.

Mysterious Void rode a beam of escaping light back to the Mysterious Primordial Mountain, heading straight for the main hall.

“Master, great news!”

“What news?”

Ling Weizi was chanting a Taoist scripture and, seeing his disciple’s hurried appearance, chided: “You’re already well over a hundred years old, carrying on with such rush and flurry, how are you to understand the Golden Core Great Way of balancing Yin and Yang!”

“Remember, you must calm your mind when you face issues!”

“Thank you for the teaching, Honored Master.”

Mysterious Void opened his mouth and spat out the thousand-year mushroom-horse, saying, “Disciple’s mundane clan members…”

Before he could finish, Ling Weizi swooped down in front of him, snatching the mushroom-horse from his hands, his voice trembling: “Where did this spiritual medicine come from?”

Mysterious Void had wanted to respond with a reminder to remain calm in such situations, but seeing Ling Weizi’s bloodshot eyes and his mana fluctuating unstable, he suppressed the suicidal thought and recounted the events surrounding the hermit’s cave.

Ling Weizi asked repeatedly, “Are you sure it wasn’t stolen or looted?”

Mysterious Void said helplessly: “I’m certain and sure, disciple doesn’t have the power to rob anyway.”

“Thanks to the ancestral master, thanks to the Heavenly Court, thanks to the predecessors…”

After thanking everyone in turn, Ling Weizi handed the thousand-year mushroom-horse to Mysterious Void: “This mushroom-horse was discovered by you, go and consume it in secluded cultivation right away, having reached the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment for numerous decades, there’s a twenty to thirty percent chance of forming a Golden Core!”

“Master, if that is so, disciple will go into seclusion right away.”

Mysterious Void shook his head and said, “Upon initially acquiring this item, that was also disciple’s thoughts, but on the way back, I changed my mind. Let’s give this spiritual medicine to Eldest Senior Brother, he has a better talent than disciple, and a higher probability of success!”

Xuan Jing was the Eldest Senior Brother, being twenty years younger than Mysterious Void who entered the sect later, and his dual Spirit Roots ranked him second among the four disciples.

The reason the Heavenly Court’s spy made contact with Xuan Jing rather than Mysterious Void was also based on the order of their aptitudes.

“This is too unfair to you.”

Ling Weizi sighed: “It’s the failure of your master, not being able to prepare the spiritual object necessary for my disciples to form their cores…”

Mysterious Void said: “I was originally just a peddler roaming the streets, still bewildered in my thirties until master guided me onto the path of immortality. Now, having lived an extra hundred years and with my family prospering, a mere mushroom-horse is hardly enough to repay the great kindness!”

“Good disciple.”

Ling Weizi said, “I often hear of sect members killing each other over spiritual objects, yet today I witness my own disciple voluntarily giving up an opportunity. Even if I die and my Dao vanishes, I will have no regrets.”

At that moment.

Xuan Jing entered from outside the door, his eyes bloodshot, he firmly refused.

“The thousand-year mushroom-horse should be consumed by my junior brother. As his senior brother, if I took his opportunity, my Dao heart would surely shatter, and when it comes time to overcome tribulations to solidify the pill, I’d have less than a ten percent chance of success.”

Mysterious Void tried to persuade him: “Senior brother, you…”

“Say no more, senior brother has his own way of forming the core.”

Xuan Jing looked at Ling Weizi, slowly knelt down with loud thuds of his head, said nothing, and turned to leave.

The divine sense of a Golden Elixir True Monarch can cover tens of miles, and since the Mysterious Primordial Sect had no Formation defenses, Ling Weizi’s divine sense was always enveloping the range of the sect, so what Xuan Jing said a year ago was certainly heard by him.

Xuan Jing was taken as a disciple since he was young, and Ling Weizi was both a teacher and a father to him. He felt remorse and confessed his wrongdoing to his master.

After a year passed, Ling Weizi remained unchanged as always, far from blustering and reproaching, instead he showed even greater concern for Xuan Jing.

This scene.

All of it was witnessed by Zhou Yi, who had discarded the thousand-year mushroom-horse in the ancient tomb.

“Such affection between master and disciple, even if somewhat impoverished, is more comfortable and at ease than those big sect disciples!”

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