I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

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Monkey Mountain.

One of the two sacred lands of the demon clans in the Dongsheng Divine Continent.

Due to Sun Changsheng’s continual seclusion and refusal to accept demon clan followers, its fame fell short of Qingyun Mountain.

At the mountain’s peak was a Taoist temple called the Changsheng Temple, where the Ancestral Master Changsheng was worshipped.

Yang Xuan knelt before the divine statue, kowtowing three times and bowing nine times, loudly proclaiming, “Disciple pays respects to Master!”

Sun Changsheng said, “The Master has not perished, but has returned to the higher realms. I, Old Sun, stepping in to take disciples is already presumptuous, so you can only be a nominal disciple in the Changsheng lineage.”

“The grace of Elder Brother leading me into the path is as immense as the heavens.”

Yang Xuan said, “If I ever have the chance to ascend, I will definitely pay respects to Master and request to be added to the sect’s lineage.”

Sun Changsheng said, “You don’t even possess a Spirit Root, how can you speak of ascending to the Immortal Realm? Moreover, the cultivation technique bestowed by Master stops at Foundation Establishment, and you must search for what follows on your own.”

As he spoke, he lightly tapped Yang Xuan’s forehead, transmitting the Qi-Blood martial cultivation method.

“Thanks to Master, thanks to Elder Brother!”

Yang Xuan immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, utilizing the cultivation method to channel the Qi-Blood within his body, flowing through his meridians.

In just a brief moment, he had condensed the power of Qi-Blood.

Sun Changsheng exclaimed in admiration, “Little brother doesn’t know what luck you have stumbled upon. Without any visible cultivation, you already have Qi-Blood like a dragon!”

An hour later.

Yang Xuan circulated his Qi-Blood, forming a red armor on the surface of his body.

Ordinary martial artists could only manifest a thin layer of sheer clothing with their Qi-Blood—even if they cultivated to perfection, it wasn’t possible to form an armor that seemed so solid.

After one day.

Yang Xuan roared to the skies, a Blood Pill condensing in his Dantian.

With the Qi-Blood fortifying his arm, the power he exploded with increased several fold; now he could win against great demons with just one hand.

Sun Changsheng’s face beamed with a smile, “Little brother, your innate talent is extraordinary and perfectly suited for this Qi-Blood martial path. The human body has acupoints of the Zhou cycle; you should first consolidate all of them, then it won’t be late to explore what lies beyond.”

Yang Xuan stood up, kowtowing three times and bowing nine times to Sun Changsheng.

“Thanks to you, Elder Brother. Without your guidance in the cultivation technique, I wouldn’t know if I could ever rescue my parents in this lifetime.” ŗáℕÔ฿Ěṩ

“We’re brothers of the same sect. There’s no need for such formalities.”

Sun Changsheng chuckled mischievously, never one to avoid stirring excitement, “How about this: let Old Sun take action and rescue your parents. It’s but a trifle.”

Yang Xuan shook his head, “Let me try to resolve it by myself first. If that fails, I will definitely ask for Elder Brother’s assistance.”

Sun Changsheng nodded slightly, circling Yang Xuan a few times, then sighed and shook his head.

“The Master has often taught us that when seeking the way of immortal cultivation, one shouldn’t be prideful. If you can leverage others’ help, don’t hesitate; surround and beat the enemy rather than facing them alone. Little brother, your disposition won’t do!”

Yang Xuan’s face twitched, and his impression of a true immortal in the heavens suddenly shattered a little.

Several days later.

Yang Xuan refined the acupoint in his left leg, and with one stomp, the ground cracked open for dozens of meters.

One month later.

Having refined the acupoints in his limbs, each movement Yang Xuan made caused thunderous roars to emanate.

As spring passed and autumn came, a year went by.

Yang Xuan finally refined the acupoint between his eyebrows. In an instant, the acupoints of the Zhou cycle connected into one whole, and as Qi-Blood was stored and circulated, a sound like rolling thunder could be heard.

Mysterious patterns appeared on his brow, as strands of inherited memories surfaced within his soul.

Sun Changsheng manifested out of thin air and said, “Little brother, try testing your strength again.”

“Elder Brother, I hope you’ll forgive my presumption.”

Yang Xuan circulated his Qi-Blood and with a mighty impact struck Sun Changsheng, but still, he couldn’t even disturb the edge of his robe.

“Ha!”

With a sound like thunder, patterns emerged on Yang Xuan’s body, his form swiftly swelling to the size of a small giant.

Sun Changsheng was astonished, “You can actually display it on your own?”

Yang Xuan, following the memories of the inheritance, harnessed his Qi-Blood and unleashed a method known as a battle technique, concentrating all his strength into his right fist, attacking with unceasing waves of force.

One punch layering dozens of strengths; the Taoist robe, which normally fluttered in the wind, now trembled unnaturally.

“Not bad at all.”

Sun Changsheng applauded, “As a poor Daoist stands here, unmoving and without employing mana, you could stir my robe. Such strength has already reached the threshold of a Golden Core body cultivator!”

Yang Xuan was speechless for a moment, unsure if his Elder Brother was praising him or just showing off.

The previously acquired pride of possessing great strength vanished in an instant, for compared to an unparalleled immortal, a Golden Core was no different from an ant.

“Senior Brother, I can now match a Golden Core, can I go to save my parents?”

“Far from enough.”

Sun Changsheng shook his head, “Do you know the truth about your mother’s origins?”

Yang Xuan said, “Mother mentioned that she fortuitously obtained a cultivation technique and possessed a decent Spirit Root, which allowed her to cultivate to become a Golden Elixir True Monarch on her own.”

“Hehe, in this Dongsheng Divine Continent, aside from Qingyun Mountain, where else are there true loose cultivators? Occasionally there are a few, but either they have deep backgrounds, or they are spies from the Heavenly Court!”

When Sun Changsheng mentioned the Heavenly Court, his face was full of disdain, “Not only is your mother not a loose cultivator, but she also comes from a significant lineage, and in the future, she might even become the ruler of the divine continent!”

Yang Xuan exclaimed, “The ruler of the divine continent, isn’t that the Heavenly Emperor?”

“Indeed, the Heavenly Emperor, but the next one.”

Sun Changsheng said, “Your mother is a direct descendant of the Heavenly Emperor, though it’s unclear which generation she belongs to. She’s the only one with a Heavenly Spiritual Root in the Imperial Clan’s direct lineage. From the day she was born, genuine gods flattered her, betting that a female emperor would emerge in the Heavenly Court in the future!”

“…”

No matter how Yang Xuan speculated, he could never have imagined his mother had such an extraordinary background.

The difference between a loose cultivator from Qingyun Mountain and the Heavenly Emperor was like that between clouds and mud, and he could never have guessed that his mother would abandon her noble status and live freely in the mountains and forests with his father.

“Senior Brother, since my mother is so distinguished, why did she face catastrophe?”

“In this Dongsheng Divine Continent, there’s only one… no, three who would dare to touch your mother!”

Sun Changsheng said, “It’s either me, Brother Niu, or the Heavenly Emperor. The rest, even if they are True Gods, wouldn’t dare to summon demons to frame her.”

Yang Xuan asked in a somber tone, “Why?”

“There are many reasons.”

Sun Changsheng said, “To think positively, perhaps the Heavenly Emperor disdains your father, or maybe your mother had a marital engagement, or she was taken back to be disciplined, and so on.”

Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when Sun Changsheng cut him off.

“That possibility is less than one in a hundred! If it were just discipline, why would they kill your brother? No matter how distant the bloodline or how low the talent, he was still a descendant of the Heavenly Emperor.”

Yang Xuan said, “Senior Brother, please share any speculation you have!”

Sun Changsheng said, “The bad possibilities are numerous, such as some peculiar demonic methods that enable one to bond a soul to possess another’s body, an alternative way to extend lifespan. The practice of divine cultivation is already mysterious, anchoring to the incense could perhaps better facilitate changing bodies!”

Yang Xuan’s complexion turned pale, and he bowed deeply, “Please, Senior Brother, lend your aid to save my parents!”

“Do not worry.”

Sun Changsheng said, “While you were cultivating, I took a trip to the Great Yong Imperial City. Your parents are cultivating in a blessed land; aside from not being able to leave, it is even better than Qingyun Mountain!”

Yang Xuan immediately relaxed, looking at Sun Changsheng with immense gratitude.

This legendary Great Saint of the demon kind genuinely regarded him as his junior brother without any ill intentions.

“Senior Brother, let’s allow my parents to continue their cultivation for the time being, I intend to try my hand at Great Yong Capital!”

“That’s the spirit!”

Sun Changsheng said, “I shall follow behind you. If anyone dares to bully you, I’ll smash the Imperial City with a single strike, and not even the Heavenly Emperor would dare to fart.”

“Thank you, Senior Brother.”

Yang Xuan said, “Having cultivated to complete the Zhou Heavenly Cycle, I gained bloodline inheritance and learned the origin of those black patterns.”

“What origin?”

Sun Changsheng hurriedly inquired, then waved his hand and said, “Forget it, there’s no need to tell this old Sun. Just focus on cultivating, and ask directly if you need any Spiritual Objects.”

“Senior Brother treats me with sincerity; what’s a mere bloodline inheritance in comparison?”

Yang Xuan said, “Please, Senior Brother, cast a spell to conceal the heaven’s secrets, this matter is too significant. If word gets out, it might even attract a True Immortal from the higher realm to descend!”

Sun Changsheng, curious, scratched his head but repeatedly confirmed, “Are you serious?”

Yang Xuan solemnly replied, “Senior Brother has been like a parent to me, what can’t I tell you?”

Sun Changsheng spat out a red Treasure Bead, which rose into the air and shed a blood-red divine light, isolating the interior and exterior of the Longevity View.

“This item is from my original essence, comparable to a True Immortal, and no one in the divine continent can break through it.”

“Senior Brother, I’m not of pure human lineage; the blood of the Witch Clan also flows within me.”

Yang Xuan said gravely, “According to the inherited memories, the Witch Clan’s lineage is far more ancient than the human race, comparable to the demon kind. The Witch Clan has a myriad of forms, and my lineage is called Ju Mang.”

“The physical bodies of the Witch Clan are extremely robust; the great witches in the inheritance could move mountains and seas, easily shatter the void, and their strength is comparable to that of immortals!”

“The cultivation technique of the Witch Clan is witchcraft, which can cast curses similar to spells, close combat techniques akin to body cultivation, and even divine abilities similar to those of the demon kind.”

As Yang Xuan spoke, his body transformed, and the patterns on his skin emitted a red glow that shone on the decorative palace plants.

The plants swiftly grew branches, blossomed in an instant, then wilted, producing mature seeds.

“This is the innate ability of the Ju Mang lineage. I only have a trace of Witch Clan blood in me, which is only strong enough to mature ordinary plants. I will need your help, Senior Brother, to go to the Wu God Temple and receive their baptism to become a true Witch!”

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