I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

At the age of one, he played with knives and swords; at three, he lifted tree stumps; by seven, he tossed stone tables for fun; at ten, he uprooted willow trees; by fifteen, the extent of his strength was unclear, as the mountains, rocks, and trees nearby were hard to measure…

Oddly enough, Yang Xuan had a normal appetite and didn’t practice martial arts—it was as if he could increase his strength out of thin air by simply breathing!

Standing by the window, Yang Jin watched his son crush Spirit Stones with his bare hands and evenly sprinkle them over the herbal field.

“It’s a pity that Xuan’er has no Spirit Root, or else if it were to increase mana, our family could have produced a great figure!”

Zhao Yao nodded slightly but held differing thoughts.

“I think it’s quite good. The Cultivation World may not be as carefree as the Mortal World. Look at us; we’re compelled by demons and can only cultivate in secret in Qingyun Mountain. With such strength, Xuan’er won’t be bullied even if he goes to the mundane world!”

“Indeed, the path of immortality is arduous,” Yang Jin said.

He looked towards the direction of Mysterious Primordial Mountain—it had been over seventy years since his last return.

After all, their enemy was the Unfounded Ghost God, a Demon Head with whom even the Heavenly Court could not contend, far beyond what Mysterious Primordial Sect could provoke.

That day.

The weather was fine and sunny.

A handsome young man in apricot-yellow clothing leaped three to four zhang onto a tree branch and caught a vine in mid-air, swinging out another dozen zhang.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Yang Xuan, who was unmarked by exposure to the wind, snow, rain, and frost.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

The black dog followed behind its master, barking urgently. They had wandered too far from home and might have entered the territory of a powerful demon clan.

In the Dongsheng Divine Continent, there are two great demon clan sanctuaries, with Qingyun Mountain being one of them.

Furthermore, since the Heavenly Court issued an edict recognizing Qingyun Temple’s ownership of the land within a three thousand li radius, many Demon Kings and Demon Emperors, unwilling to submit, took to hiding and cultivating in the vicinity of Qingyun Mountain.

Who knows, a certain Nameless Barren Mountain might be the dwelling of an unparalleled Demon God!

Yang Xuan said with a laugh, “Hei Zi, don’t be afraid. With the Divine Ox presiding over the mountain, no one would dare to cause trouble.”

One man and one dog, one after another.

Racing through the forest at breakneck speed, crossing over a dozen mountain peaks, Yang Xuan stood atop a high peak and looked into the distance.

The mountains and ravines stretched on endlessly, with occasional roars of beasts echoing through the air.

“What are they doing over there?”

Yang Xuan pointed towards a distant mountain peak that seemed to have been cleaved in half by a great force, and he could vaguely discern moving figures.

With its natural spiritual vision, the black dog could see more clearly and barked twice in response,

“A group of monkeys are wrestling, watched by other demon clans. Interesting, interesting!”

Filled with curiosity, Yang Xuan leaped down from the mountain peak. After falling several dozen feet, he spread out his clothes to slow his descent, floating down the mountain as lightly as a drifting leaf.

The black dog’s eyes widened in shock; such maneuvers from its master were completely different from what it knew of humans from its inherited memories.

Opening its mouth, the dog spat out a Featherweight Talisman, activated it with its demon qi, and jumped off the cliff.

There’s a saying that goes, “Distant mountains can fool a running horse!”

That’s because the horse isn’t strong enough. Yang Xuan and the black dog, one tireless and the other harnessing demonic qi, managed to climb over several peaks in half an hour and reached the halved mountain.

“Lucky it hasn’t dissipated!”

Hearing the noise from the mountain top, Yang Xuan could not restrain his excitement and quickly started climbing to the top.

The black dog activated a communicative Spirit Talisman inside its body and barked a few times as it followed.

At the summit’s plateau.

In the center was a huge ring made of green stone, taking up five parts of the mountain top’s area.

On the ring, a red-eyed silver-backed monkey was wrestling with a black bear over three meters tall, both relying solely on strength without using any Innate Divine Abilities.

The monkey was an anomaly of the mountains, and the black bear was no common creature either, bearing sharp dragon horns on its head.

Roar! Roar!

The roars of the two almost sounded simultaneously. The monkey’s fur instantly turned into blood color, while the bear, which had expanded several inches due to its size, was thrown off the ring.

Just then.

Yang Xuan arrived at the mountain top, and as soon as he landed, he saw a dark shadow hurling towards him.

“Oops!”

Yang Xuan let out a startled cry, caught the shadow with both hands, and threw it back down the mountain.

The black bear, just coming to its senses, circulated its demon qi, and sprouted two foot-long wings from its back. With a light flap, it flew back.

A black bear of one and a half zhang, flying with just a pair of foot-long wings looked somewhat comical.

Only then did the demons gathered at the top realize that an outsider had arrived, and they all turned to look at the host.

On the east side of the ring, on the only row of stone seats, sat over twenty demon kings with beastly heads and human bodies.

Seated at the center position was a monkey demon, wearing a jade crown and a Taoist robe, almost indistinguishable from humans if not for the monkey fur on its face and hands. It praised,

“I am Sun Dali. Youngster, you have quite the strength!”

“I pay my respects to Senior Sun,” Yang Xuan said.

Yang Xuan was outgoing, never knowing what fear or shyness was, and said with a smile, “The kid saw the wrestling ring from a distance and couldn’t resist the itch, so I hurried over to have a look.”

Sun Dali asked in confusion, “Aren’t you afraid of the demon clan?”

“Why be afraid of the demon clan?”

Yang Xuan replied in confusion, “Everyone has one head and four limbs, speaks the same language, knows etiquette—no different from me!”

Sun Dali, with his profound mana, knew Yang Xuan was speaking his true mind and commented in admiration, “What a Heart of a Newborn!”

The few Demon Kings seated around nodded approvingly at Yang Xuan, while the remaining untransformed demons excitedly howled to the sky.

“The youngster is not entirely correct.”

The lion-headed Demon King, pointing to another Demon King beside him, said with a smile, “This guy has three heads, hardly the same as humans.”

Yang Xuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a ferocious tiger with yellow skin and black stripes, bearing three tiger heads on its neck.

The central tiger head said angrily, “Who is old yellow fur pointing at?”

The tiger head on the left said narcissistically, “Of course, he’s pointing at me!”

The tiger head on the right, with a calm and composed nature, glanced disdainfully at the other two heads.

“Ashamed to be in the same company as you!”

Yang Xuan, having only heard of the peculiarities of the demon clan from his father, was seeing such a sight for the first time. After a moment of thought, he said, “In this world, all those with spirit and intelligence, be they demons, ghosts, or even flowers, trees, or tables and chairs, are no different from humans! This senior with three heads, since all possess intelligence, is essentially three people.”

“Well said!”

The three tiger heads nodded in agreement, each sneering at the others in turn.

“Such broad-mindedness can only belong to an enlightened person!”

Sun Dali clapped in admiration and asked, “Such understanding is beyond you, did an elder in your family tell you this? May I visit to seek guidance?”

Yang Xuan nodded and said, “It’s from my father’s teacher, who passed away more than a hundred years ago.”

“What a pity, what a pity.”

Sun Dali sighed a few times and then asked, “Did you come to the mountain to watch, or to participate in the wrestling?”

“To participate, of course.”

Yang Xuan scratched his head, embarrassed, “I don’t know my own strength. If I accidentally hurt my opponent, it shouldn’t be considered a foul.”

Roar roar roar…

A series of disgruntled roars erupted, featuring ox demons, tiger demons, elephant demons, and lion demons—all from species known for their strength.

“What an ambitious spirit.”

Sun Dali explained the rules of the ring, which only allowed great demons to participate and forbade the use of spells and divine skills during the wrestling.

The great demons, equivalent to the human Foundation Establishment stage, already have complete spirit intelligence, though they haven’t experienced the Transformation Tribulation and can’t speak directly. Nonetheless, they can communicate through demonic energy and casting spells.

“Alright.”

Yang Xuan leapt onto the stage and said with a cupped fist salutation, “Please teach me.”

The silver-backed ape let out a howl, “The youngster has good innate gifts, but there’s too great a gap between our species. I’ll only use thirty percent of my strength.”

With that said, the ape’s arm reached out to grab Tang Xuan’s shoulder.

“Then I’ll also use just thirty percent.”

Tang Xuan, standing just five feet tall and dwarfed by the ape by more than two heads, looked like a tiny figure waving at a giant’s palm from afar, his palm a third the size of the ape’s hand.

Boom!

The sound of splitting air arose as Tang Xuan’s arm met the ape’s, neither moving back.

Excited roars came from below the stage; they had never seen a human with such strength, almost like a ferocious beast that had consumed Transformation Grass.

“Good lad, I’m going to use all my strength.”

The silver-backed ape, not wanting to injure Tang Xuan, had used only thirty percent of his strength to test him, but seeing that Tang Xuan easily accepted this, he unleashed his full power.

“Bring it on.”

Tang Xuan’s eyes grew solemn, as his arms felt an overwhelming force come at him. He, who never knew the meaning of heaviness, was feeling the pressure for the first time.

“Good lad.”

The silver-backed ape exclaimed in surprise as its eyes turned blood red. An intense, wild aura emerged, and both ape arms swelled to the thickness of a water barrel, their strength instantly increasing three or fourfold.

Despite pouring out all his strength, Tang Xuan couldn’t withstand such terrifying power and was quickly pushed to the edge of the stage by the ape.

“Hei!”

With a deep cry, strange patterns appeared on his smooth forehead, his tendons and bones creaking noisily as he swelled to over twelve feet tall, his muscles bulging out, and he became taller than the silver-backed ape.

His strength increased more than tenfold, and he tossed the silver-backed ape dozens of feet away with a flick of his wrist.

Tang Xuan stood on the stage, sweeping his gaze over the eager demons, his temperament appearing much fiercer than before, and he crooked his finger.

“Who’s next?”

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