I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Ghostly Night Parade.

A disaster that necessarily arises with the decline and resurgence of spiritual energy.

A thousand years ago, Cloud Continent had experienced such a calamity. Monsters and ghosts spawned by spiritual energy created chaos everywhere.

Zhou Yi initiated the establishment of the Spring Breeze Building, and later the Dan Ding Sect joined in. Countless cultivators worked together to suppress the catastrophe, finally minimizing it to the extreme.

Even so, the death toll by the ghosts was in the millions!

The casualties in other continents were even more tragic. Cultivators were keen on evading the disaster of the declining era, and with no one to control the vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts, rumors of ghosts swallowing entire cities were common, and the misery within was innumerable.

"Nowadays, there are no cultivators to subdue demons and expel ghosts, and the thin spiritual energy cannot support cultivation—it's completely up to ordinary people to struggle."

"Compared to the time of decline, the only advantage is technology."

Zhou Yi slightly shook his head. He was not optimistic about using technology to subdue demons and expel ghosts. Current technology worked against ordinary souls, but facing true vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts, it was just for show.

A few days ago, Xiao Ran received new-style weapons, a thunder gun developed by the Investigation Bureau aimed at ghostly entities.

Once activated, it ejects high-voltage electric arcs with a combat radius of twenty meters. Currently, most ghostly entities would die upon contact. It could be said that even a child holding it could exterminate ghosts.

"The reason is that the people holding the weapons are too weak."

Vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts are not fools or brutes who would fight against a thunder gun head-on. They would employ techniques like burrowing, invisibility, possession, illusions, and so forth, not to mention powerful ghostly entities that could unleash Yin Sha and Ghost Monsters.

Zhou Yi furrowed his brows, pondering methods to solve the chaos caused by ghostly entities.

"The best option is of course cultivation. Martial arts increase Qi-Blood, preventing ghosts from coming close. Second is a protective robe. Simply inscribing some Earth Sha prohibitions can fend off the invasion of fierce ghosts!"

He thought back and forth, and both could be done at the same time.

It's not like ancient times where you had to establish a sect and select disciples, impart knowledge and skills, and then have them go out to slay demons and expel ghosts, which would take decades or even centuries to take effect.

So tiresome, and the impact is limited to a small area.

The convenience brought by technology nowadays doesn't require much effort. As long as the cultivation techniques are uploaded to the internet, billions will see them.

If one in a hundred believes, and one in a hundred of those succeeds in cultivation, then when the ghosts run rampant and harm the common people, they'll be able to save countless lives.

"This poor Daoist truly does not wish to be a savior, but one can't just stand by and do nothing when one has the ability to help..."

Zhou Yi attempted to refine his mobile phone into a magic treasure, which was an important reason. A phone composed entirely of formations and prohibitions leaked no identity information.

The credit of saving the world was not as valuable as safety and secrecy.

The ultimate goal of those who cultivate is often immortality, but for Zhou Yi, it was a burden.

Beep beep beep!

Zhou Yi was contemplating an issue that concerned the lives of millions when his phone rang with a message. Opening it, the first thing he saw was a cooling image.

Image.

Number Sixteen: "Brother White Dragon, my temperature is thirty-nine degrees, hurry over and expel the evil for me!"

"This poor Daoist is on his way."

Zhou Yi, who had studied the Wanjuan Daozang extensively and was most proficient in this area, to prevent the girl from being harmed by evil ghosts, hurriedly called a private car and headed straight for South City.

Along the way.

Streetlights on both sides of the street shone brightly outside the car window, with crowds of people passing by. Xianjing is now the top city of the Nine Continents, boasting a population of over a hundred million.

"For the great cause of expelling evil, this poor Daoist cannot sit idly by!"

...

The next morning.

Top Scholar Street.

Zhou Yi, his hair in a Hunyuan hair bun, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, walked with his hands tucked in along the street.

If it were the streets of his former life, he would probably attract a lot of attention. But in Da Qian, a Taoist robe is one of the officially recognized proper outfits.

It had been three years since he returned to Cloud Continent from the Eastern Sea, and sometimes he still found it surreal.

An old master in a long gown focused on swiping through short videos, occasionally typing criticisms and lamenting the decline of social morals, yet couldn't help but press like and follow!

A palace-dressed girl switched to a phoenix robe for live streaming, when suddenly hundreds of rockets soared, and the top contributor turned out to be an abdicated emperor.

The cabinet ministers used cloud communication for their meeting, and today's headline was about two bigwigs slinging mud at each other in their social circles, and who knew which sneak snapped a screenshot and sold it to the newspapers for a high price.

In such ways, everything was harmoniously distorted!

"What a pity, what a pity, the Spring Breeze Building survived dynastic changes and epochal upheavals, but in the end, it fell a hundred years ago!"

Zhou Yi looked around from east to west, walking back unhurriedly.

Enjoy new chapters from empire

When passing by Gufang Studio, he noticed it was sealed off, with cordon tape and patrol guards on duty, armed to the teeth.

About ten or so people gathered outside to watch the commotion. Gufang Studio, a legacy of three generations, was one of the earliest antique shops on Top Scholar Street, having amassed considerable wealth from reselling items that drifted from the North Side Market.

Zhou Yi greeted the owner of Jinshige: "Manager Zhao, what happened to Old Gu?"

"Rumor has it he's suspected of tomb raiding and selling cultural relics abroad, not just a few either—at least twenty or thirty years behind bars."

Manager Zhao sighed, "Old Gu looks kind-hearted and benevolent, with a solid family fortune accumulated over three generations; how could he possibly do such a thing?"

Zhou Yi smiled, "That's not certain; the rich still think about becoming richer!"

"Then you're mistaken,"

Manager Zhao glanced around before whispering, "I've heard that Old Gu had a treasure at home, and a big shot from Yongchang Place wanted to buy it but the deal fell through, out of spite they pinned a crime on him!"

After chatting for a while, Zhou Yi made a tea-tasting appointment at Jinshige with Manager Zhao for a few days later.

Returning to the pawnshop.

From a distance, he saw a carriage parked at the entrance, with Xiao Ran and a young man standing one on each side, like door gods.

Zhou Yi asked, "Xiao Xiao, why are you here again, not on official duty?"

Xiao Ran said, "Master, it has been over half a year since my last visit!"

"Time flies."

Zhou Yi's sense of time was quite different from ordinary people's; he felt that the seasons changed in the blink of an eye, and a single session of intense cultivation could last several generations.

The young man bowed and offered a salute, "Junior Li Chao, thanks you, Master, for imparting your knowledge!"

Zhou Yi looked him up and down, nodding slightly, "I only taught you the medicinal decoction formula; I didn't even impart any martial cultivation techniques. Most of your achievements today are due to your own efforts."

Li Chao stood over eight feet tall, with a broad back and a narrow waist, exuding an air of authority just by standing there.

In this era, even kitchen knives had to be locked away, and ordinary people lacked any valorous spirit, not to mention martial arts that prioritize fighting—there's no soil for cultivation.

Zhou Yi pushed open the door, "Come in."

Xiao Ran hurried to follow, "Master, what have you been busy with lately?"

"I chat with people during the day, and at night, I chat with ghosts."

Zhou Yi told the truth; as ghostly entities increasingly appeared, they were often drawn by spiritual energy to the pawnshop, with men and women from all walks of life.

The pawnshop was cold and silent during the day, but each evening it bustled with noise.

It was Li Chao's first visit, but he did not hold back, speaking directly.

"Master, Xiao Ran and I have taken on a case from the Investigation Bureau, to investigate sorcery-related harm. After repeatedly failing to track down the perpetrator, and as more victims emerge, we have come to seek your advice."

Xiao Ran, knowing Zhou Yi's disposition, believed in fair trade or 'no profit, no early bird.' He retrieved a ring from within his clothes and presented it with both hands.

"This is a recent acquisition; it's said to be a burial object of the Great Qi Chu King, found on his finger. According to my senior, there were many gold and silver jewels nearby, but he valued an iron ring above all!"

"The Chu King..."

Zhou Yi paused briefly, then reached out and pulled the iron ring to himself—an extremely common storage ring in the Cultivation World.

The value of the iron ring couldn't even compare to a hundredth of a magical treasure, yet for Zhou Yi, it held a special memory—an acquaintance he had once briefly met, now having their coffin lid pried open.

"Tell me, what kind of sorcery harms people?"

"The case occurred a month ago, initially deemed a suicide, but it was Xiao Ran who sensed the mana..."

Li Chao described in detail, "After careful investigation, it seems the caster can control bugs; the victims' organs have bite marks..."

Zhou Yi pinched his fingers to calculate for a moment and couldn't find any trace of the culprit, which piqued his interest slightly.

"That's not controlling bugs; it's refining Gu!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om