I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Chapter 159 Revisiting Old Places

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment before continuing to inquire.

"With your level of cultivation, why hide among the common folk?"

"Demon cultists are cruel, frequently blood sacrificing mortals and disrupting the rear of the sects."

Ling Chen said, "I originally hail from Xuzhou and harbor some sentiment for my homeland, so I took on the duty of guarding external affairs, protecting the commoners of Heng City from the slaughter of demon heads."

Zhou Yi nodded in approval and asked again, "Do all cities have sect cultivators stationed in them?"

"Elder should know, cultivators who stay too long among mortals see their cultivation stagnate or even regress, so few are willing to take on this task."

Ling Chen explained, "Major city-states are assigned true men by the sects, who are given copious amounts of spirit stones, Spirit Gathering Arrays, and so on. Smaller cities are left to loose cultivators for defense. Those notorious true men and true monarchs of the demon path rarely cause chaos in Cloud Continent; those who invade are mostly insignificant demon heads."

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Zhou Yi's eyes lowered, now was indeed an excellent opportunity to claim an inheritance.

The orthodox path intended to win a decisive battle, utterly annihilating the demon path and were certainly willing to offer various rewards to recruit loose cultivators.

After the downfall of the demon path, numerous inheritances would also be left behind, serving as the foundation for newly established small sects.

"However, the demon path has countless years of inheritance; it won't be easily eradicated. A fierce counterattack at the brink of death is inevitable, and it's possible even a Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarch from the legends may take action.

A Nascent Soul like myself could eradicate thousands of miles, but if I encountered a Heavenly Monarch in combat, I'd likely struggle to escape with my life!"

Zhou Yi pondered carefully, restraining the impulse to get involved in the battle between the righteous and the demon paths.

One would eventually come across inheritances, but one only has a single life. Inescapable calamities must be faced, why then rush willingly into danger?

Sticking to the core principle of being cautious and careful, instead of rushing to Ji Continent to fight against the demon path, it was better to watch from afar and wait.

Wait for the battle between the righteous and the demon paths to end!

Wait for the demon path's heritage to be fully revealed and thoroughly defeated!

Wait for the Cultivation World to regain stability once more!

Only then should I emerge from seclusion to fight with the wind at my back or join a newly established sect as an elder and secure an inheritance peacefully.

"In a small sect, a Golden Core is the pinnacle. Gradually wear down those who establish their sect, and wouldn't I then hold great power? Their painstakingly built foundation and stolen inheritances would easily fall into my hands!"

Zhou Yi's thoughts raced, his future plans growing clearer by the moment, with time ultimately on his side.

Seeing the elder remain silent, Ling Chen boldly inquired, "What does elder intend to do? In recent years, many renowned loose cultivators from overseas have come to the Nine Continents to eradicate demons; perhaps there are some familiar fellow Daoists among them."

"Indeed, I was invited by a Daoist friend."

Zhou Yi casually responded, his mind already settled on a plan; just now, all his strategies were only lacking a place to secretly cultivate.

He dared not return to the vast mountains for the time being, the Nine Continents were rife with war, leaving overseas as the only option.

According to the records, spiritual veins are rare overseas, which means the various spiritual mines and spiritual medicines are not as abundant as in the Nine Continents. However, since there are people who have advanced to true monarchs, it indicates that at least there are enough spiritual veins to sustain the cultivation of someone at the Golden Core Stage.

"My previous thoughts were too narrow. It's clear that I can simply outlast the old ancestors of the overseas sects and smoothly take over everything in their sects!"

"What's lacking overseas are the cultivation resources, not the cultivation techniques and inheritances."

With this thought in mind, Zhou Yi waved his hand, leaving behind a bottle of spirit pills as he transformed into a beam of light and departed.

Ling Chen looked at the spirit pills in his hand, puzzled. There are indeed such particular true monarchs in the world.

…

Da Qian Capital.

With the expansion of Da Qian's territory, the capital city had grown correspondingly larger.

The Li Imperial Clan, claimed to be Cloud Continent's foremost cultivation family, commands hundreds of loose cultivators, who used Earth Magic to level the existing city walls overnight and built a new ring of walls nine Zhang high fifty li away.

Cultivators who master the Five Elements Magic can put aside their dignity to engage in infrastructure construction, achieving speeds even beyond large machinery.

For example, the Earth Splitting Technique would shatter obstructing hillocks, turning mud into stone to bypass laying foundations, followed by the Earth Wall Technique to erect walls, which then turned mud into stone again to form city walls entirely built from blue stones.

Such feats amazed the common people, followed by the emergence of legends about immortals descending to earth to aid in the expansion of Da Qian.

On this morning, shrouded in a light mist,

the soldiers guarding the western gate were checking each entering townsfolk, when they saw a young Taoist approaching on a yellow ox with a broken horn, queuing up at the back.

The soldiers hurriedly ushered other citizens aside to clear the way, coming to Zhou Yi's side and bowing to speak.

"Taoist master, please go ahead!"

"Hm? Why don't I have to queue?"

Zhou Yi's Divine Sense swept over, confirming the soldier was not a cultivator, his face showing a puzzled expression.

Hearing this, the soldier bent even lower, explaining, "Taoist master, you've long been in the mountains, unaware of worldly affairs. Taoism has long become the state religion, revered by all. His Majesty has repeatedly decreed that Taoists must be treated with due respect, I dare not make you queue."

"I see."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, patted the ox's horn, and the animal walked into the city at an unhurried pace.

The early morning.

On the street over ten zhang wide, with hawkers, pedestrians, and porters bustling about, the crowd was dense and unceasing. Along the sides of the street stood shops, and in teahouses and taverns, groups of customers speaking distinctly different dialects, talked about recent amusing events.

Zhou Yi strolled leisurely along the street, watching the bustling crowd around, and couldn't help but feel as if he had returned to hundreds of years ago.

Passing by a breakfast vendor, Zhou Yi bought a bowl of tofu and some dough sticks, eating atop the ox's back.

"Compared to harsh cultivation in the mountains, it seems the secular world has more pleasures!"

Due to the experience at the city gate, Zhou Yi had cast a concealment spell, rendering the young Taoist invisible to the surrounding citizens.

Moving amidst the dazzling world, yet standing apart from the secular.

Approaching noontime.

Finally, he arrived at his destination, a courtyard in Divine Capital, which surprisingly, had not been demolished.

The vicinity was no longer a slum, but an area of wealth, with tall red walls and green tiles, leaving only the dilapidated small courtyard, where the wooden door was so rotten it nearly fell apart.

"Da Qian has expanded quite a bit, and this area has become the inner circle. Its value has gone up!"

Zhou Yi reined in his odd thoughts, gently pushed the door, and with a creak, it broke off halfway.

Meow meow! Chirp chirp!

The noise frightened the yard's denizens, as a black and a white figure scrambled up onto the wall, and a dozen birds took flight.

Zhou Yi took some spiritual wood out of his storage bag, carved a new door, and fitted it in place, cast a spell to repair the walls, and with a wave of his hand, cleared away the fallen leaves. The furniture inside the house had decayed into rotten wood; he might as well clean up as he had no need to sleep anyway, just clearing away the dirt and cobwebs.

In a short while, the small courtyard was renewed.

He set out stone tables and stools, common in the Cultivation World, under the grapevine, boiled water, and made a pot of Spiritual Tea.

"In this Da Qian, probably only two people recognize me,"

Zhou Yi's eyes sparkled as he looked towards the jujube tree and grapevine, with several branches still living after five or six hundred years.

Clear Wind passed by, the branches swaying as if greeting in response.

At this moment.

A small head popped over the wall, topped with a hair bun, seemingly enticed by the aroma of the Spiritual Tea, unable to refrain from swallowing audibly.

Zhou Yi smiled, holding up his cup and said, "Come over, I'll treat you to a drink."

The Child, clear-minded, sensed Zhou Yi was not malicious, climbed onto the wall, grasped an old jujube branch, slid down to the main trunk, and then deftly dropped into the courtyard.

Being short, he could only kneel on the stone stool and, unable to wait, took a sip of the Spiritual Tea before asking,

"Who are you? Where do you come from?"

"From a very far, far away place..."