I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

"Gu, Demon Head?"

Xiao Ran's brows furrowed slightly. In tales of the supernatural, Gu insects were regarded as malevolent entities that harmed people.

"The art of Gu refining has an ancient origin, and there's inherently no good or bad in techniques. However, those who refine Gu often employ the Blood Sacrifice Method to hasten its growth and ferocity, leading them to fall into the demonic path."

After Zhou Yi obtained the complete legacy of the One Qi Sect, he recorded many ancient inheritances. In those days, witchcraft could rival the path of immortality in splendor, both being practices that could glimpse eternal life.

The dispute between good and evil is a contradiction of doctrines and principles, fought to the death. All the more so the struggle for supremacy between the paths of immortality and witchcraft.

As witchcraft waned, the path of immortality flourished.

Xiao Ran, listening to the venerable one recount the past, couldn't help but become enraptured. "Can cultivating immortality truly grant eternal life?"

"No!"

Zhou Yi offered no explanation. With today's concentration of spiritual energy, even Foundation Establishment couldn't be achieved. What talk could there be of immortality with the restraints of heaven and earth? He turned to look at Li Chao, curious.

"Li Chao, you could also join the Investigation Bureau?"

Li Chao explained, "During my escape, I was fortunate enough for my Qi-Blood to coalesce into a vortex, and an arrest warrant was issued. It was reclassified as a righteous act of courage, on the condition that I become an advisor to the Investigation Bureau."

"Three years to condensation, such aptitude truly incites envy."

Zhou Yi swept over him with his divine sense and discovered that Li Chao's Dantian vortex was quite profound, with a mixture of Yang Sha within his Qi-Blood.

"Have you been to some peculiar places?"

"Your insight is as piercing as a torch, True Lord. The place is in the central part of Northern Cool Mountain, at the bottom of a nameless cave."

Li Chao took out his phone and sent several pictures, showing the geographic location and surrounding scenery. He said, "There is a hot spring in the cave, scorching hot like fire. Sitting and cultivating within it, one's martial prowess advances rapidly."

"Not bad."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly. This place must be a spirit vein, with pure and tractable Yang Sha that could easily be refined and absorbed into the body.

The Taoist archives recorded that with the revival of spirit veins, spiritual objects would emerge, among which was Yang Sha. As the spirit veins grew stronger by the day, the Yang Sha would evolve as well, potentially becoming Innate Spirit Sha in the future.

Such spiritual objects could even cause covetous stirrings in ancestors who had undergone Divinity Transformation.

Zhou Yi took a book from beneath the counter and said, "As a fellow cultivator, I cannot take advantage without giving something in return. This ancestral martial arts tome is for you to ponder."

"I thank the True Lord for his generous gift!"

Li Chao bowed and accepted the book, immediately becoming engrossed after flipping through a few pages. The tome started from the very origins of Qi-Blood martial arts, which went through several transformations before leading to the cultivation methods of today.

Glancing at the names of those who annotated the book, all were renowned historical Martial Arts Grandmasters, including Martial Emperor Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng's reputation in the historical records wasn't very good; he was described as tyrannical, a burner of books, and obsessed with the path of immortality, but he was precisely the figure Li Chao admired most.

To condense the Qi-Blood into a pill with one's own power and suppress Cloud Continent for a century!

Xiao Ran lost interest after a few glances. What appeal is there in the brutish ways of martial artists compared to the high-end pursuit of immortality? His mind lingered on the case at hand, and he said, "True Lord, already more than twenty people have been murdered, how should we track down the killer?"

"I'll teach you a spell called 'Thousand-Mile Tracker,'" Zhou Yi said. "As long as the killer has left behind a trace of their essence, the spell can be used to pursue them. With your strength, it will be effective within a radius of several miles."

Xiao Ran had reached the third level of Qi Refinement, the peak achievable by those near the spirit vein at the present time. In the future, the only way forward would be to continuously purify his mana and wait for the spiritual energy to further revive before breaking through.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

For a genius to be born at the end of an era or during a revival is a tragedy.

"Many thanks, True Lord."

Xiao Ran's eyes flickered as he said, "Ever since the Imperial Court discovered ghostly entities, they have collected all Buddhist and Daoist scriptures. They've selected quite a few inheritances from them. Perhaps you'd like to join as a consultant too?"

Zhou Yi's fingers moved in calculation, but he shook his head, "Now is not the time."

All the Buddhist and Daoist texts of the Nine Continents had already been incorporated into the Taoist archives, and these were the secret original texts of the sects, far superior to the current modified Daoist scriptures.

Zhou Yi had also read the current Daoist texts. Within an entire volume, perhaps three to five lines were useful; the rest had been repeatedly amended and supplemented by later generations to conform to the Imperial Court and the times.

Tampering was easy, but starting over from scratch required a hundred times more effort.

Zhou Yi joined the Investigation Bureau not for the sake of the books, but to seek out the Spirit Veins discovered by the Imperial Court, and he had to set up Formation and Prohibition on each one to refine and assimilate them.

At the same time, he could pay attention to the strongest of the era, and if a Foundation Establishment-level cultivator or martial artist appeared in the world one day, Zhou Yi would need to take it seriously, even though he could easily crush thousands of them.

Thirdly, he could receive some special information at any moment, such as evil cultivators using the Art of Gu Refining to kill people and being able to evade divination, which piqued Zhou Yi's interest.

Zhou Yi looked at Xiao Ran with a deep gaze, his face bearing a greyish-black aura, indicating death was looming in the recent days.

"The fickleness of destiny has always been criticized in the Cultivation World, but Xiao Ran has already cultivated to the strongest level. How could mere Gu Technique be the opponent of an orthodox cultivator?"

"Either heavy firepower was used, or some damned person has returned!"

A Dharma Seal fell upon Xiao Ran, truly a reincarnation of some old monster coming back. Zhou Yi secretly observed the other's strength before deciding whether or not to suppress him.

...

Before dawn.

The entire Top Scholar Street was pitch-dark, save for a pawnshop with a light on.

The candle at the door emitted a strange fragrance that living people could not smell, but it would attract ghostly entities.

A taxi stopped at the door, honking its horn with a "beep beep beep," indicating arrival. The rear door opened and ten people, men and women, young and old, got out.

Because too many people piled out one after the other, they accidentally knocked off the door, which made a tearing noise and fell to the ground, turning into fluttering yellow paper.

The driver screamed heartbrokenly, "Could you be a little more careful? Fixing the car will cost a lot of Soul Power. I'll have to charge extra today; let me take an extra bite from each of you!"

The ghosts couldn't care less about the driver and floated into the pawnshop.

Zhou Yi watched the room fill with people, their auras pure and devoid of malice. He spoke with a smile, "So you've all come together today—have you made your decision?"

"We are here to learn the method of soul solidifying from the Taoist master, to barely maintain our ghostly forms, free from obsession and the erosion of Yang Sha, thus preventing us from turning into fierce spirits and malevolent ghosts."

The elder in the long robe leading them, named Lu Yuan, was a professor at Xianjing University in his lifetime and had many disciples. He bowed and said, "In these past days, I've also said my goodbyes to my family. I have no more attachments to the world of the living."

Zhou Yi said, "A Soul Contract needs to be set in stone. Should anything amiss arise in the future, with but a thought from me, your souls will scatter."

These ghostly entities were carefully selected, not ghosts born of resentment, and had earned merit in their lifetimes. Not wanting to dissipate like Chen Hong, they were taught the basic techniques of the Heavenly Ghost Sect.

The group of ghosts bowed and said, "We will follow the Taoist master's instructions."

Zhou Yi's hands formed a spell, and a sacred light fell into the bodies of the ghosts, turning into the Soul Contract Ban.

"Go in, someone will teach you how to cultivate!"

As his voice faded, the crystal ball on the desk began to shine brightly, swallowing the group of ghosts within.

It was also night in Kunlun Cave Heaven. A full moon hung in the sky, and the stars shone brightly but did not move, as if they were painted on a canvas overhead.

Lu Yuan sensed the extremely rich Spiritual Energy and inhaled deeply, his ghostly form becoming a bit more solid.

"That, that, that is..."

The ghost speaking was the taxi driver, Shi Huang, pointing to a towering tree in the center, his voice trembling with horror.

Lu Yuan murmured, "The Immortal Wood, towering without branches, green leaves and purple stem... this is the legendary Kunlun Wonderland!"

The ghosts suddenly realized and looked at the Immortal Wood in the center of the cave heaven. It was indeed identical to the one in the legends. Experience more tales on empire

At that moment.

From within the Taoist temple came yelling and cursing that sounded like it was coming from a child.

"Charge! Charge! Use your ultimate, use your ultimate! Heal me, you useless pieces of &#￥@..."

This was followed by a string of vulgar curses that woke the ghosts up, as they saw a three-foot-tall Taoist boy holding a cellphone, cursing as he walked out of the temple.