I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

A millennial creature, killing a person as effortlessly as eating and drinking.

No matter who investigated Lu Bo's cause of death, it was always attributed to an exercise of power gone awry, with Qi-Blood backflow shattering his heart meridian.

Zhou Yi felt no guilt in his heart, having lived so long, there were more and more old acquaintances in the world, until, after thousands of years, everyone tracing their ancestors would have had some connection with him.

For mundane matters, one could meet with a smile, regardless of status or hierarchy.

But for true wickedness, like Lu Bo planning to betray the Red Alliance to curry favor, Zhou Yi could act ruthlessly too.

"No one can betray their own class, not Lu Bo, nor could this humble daoist!"

Zhou Yi never saw himself as a lofty Golden Elixir True Monarch. Since his arrival in the Cultivation World almost seventeen hundred years ago, he had maintained his original aspirations and personality, still the commoner from the streets he once was.

If he encountered an interesting beggar on the road, he could also invite him for drinks and a chat, with no difference in attitude from how he treated cultivators.

After all, with the Longevity Dao Fruit, whether a beggar or a cultivator, in a thousand years, both would be but a mound of yellow soil.

"In the end, one holds onto something."

Back at the tavern.

The illusory double behind the counter was chatting with customers; Zhou Yi pinched out an Invisibility Technique and noiselessly made his way to the second floor.

At the door of a corner room, two customers were chatting idly, though their eyes were constantly fixed on the stairs.

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment; he didn't enter nor eavesdrop, but turned back to the first floor.

"The cause and effect are too significant, it's best that this humble daoist offers only a modicum of protection!"

Pulling out a Kunlun Cave Heaven from his sleeve, a crystal clear glass bead, he swept it with his Divine Sense to make sure the Spirit Ginseng child was not slacking off. He then drew out several Spirit Energy Crystals and began arranging a Formation in the tavern.

The Ghost King Sect's inheritance of the Bewildering Heart Formation could deflect the perception of the soul and mind; even Innate Grandmasters coming in for a search would find nothing unusual.

"The Bewildering Heart Formation consumes very little Spiritual Energy. These Spirit Crystals will last for more than a decade. By that time, the Red Alliance will either have perished or become strong enough that it no longer needs my protection!"

Zhou Yi's fingers moved as if calculating, faintly sensing that he wouldn't be able to stay in the mortal world for long.

The night fell.

The tavern closed for business.

Bai Shiyu locked the doors and windows and whispered, "Shouldn't the manager go up and take a look?"

Zhou Yi shook his head, then quickly changed his tone to one of gossip, "That red-clad swordsman, is he your sweetheart?"

Bai Shiyu's face flushed red, "How can you call it a sweetheart with the matters of the martial world, that's a confidante!"

"You rascal have quite a few confidantes!"

Zhou Yi joked, then solemnly said, "I've already instructed the cook to prepare the meal. You take it up. I'll watch down here; no one will come in."

Bai Shiyu backed away two steps, bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Manager!"

With the Red Alliance members having a meeting upstairs, Zhou Yi read a storybook behind the counter, not disturbing each other.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

The edict from the Imperial Court to abolish the Imperial Examination had been disseminated throughout the land. The wealthy old men ultimately couldn't stir up trouble, while many classical scholars were even willing to shed blood for the Four Books and Five Classics.

Outside the palace gates, people periodically smashed into walls in a form of protest, but it only added corpses!

That day,

There Is a Tavern.

Zhou Yi cheerfully greeted the customers, listening to the hard-talking rich men, finding it quite amusing.

The Imperial Court suppressed the old wealth, and they dared not resist. The new noble families ostracized the old wealth, and they dared not resist. Hearing about the commoners resisting exploitation by factory owners, the old wealth sat by, laughing and sneering.

One day, when the commoners take charge, the old wealth will start using their family skills to write essays expressing their discontent.

"Such interesting events, others can only speculate from history books, but this humble daoist can actually see it with my own eyes, hear it with my own ears!"

Zhou Yi found it regrettable that in his previous life he had been uneducated and had forgotten the principles of the camera; otherwise, he could have taken photographs from time to time as precious historical memories for hundreds of years to come.

Casting spells to leave images was not difficult, but unfortunately, no one in the future would believe them, like walking in brocade at night.

Zhou Yi was pondering whether to spend a few years inventing the camera or to pay craftsmen to research it when suddenly, he felt an instinct.

"What is this? Could it be the seal of an ancient creature?"

…

Second floor.

After more than a month of discussion, the key members of the Red Alliance finally drafted the subsequent development plan, gaining a clear understanding of what to do in the future and what their goals should be.

After the meeting concluded, they proceeded to the final part.

Bai Shiyu took out the original Datong Book from his bosom; ever since he obtained the mystical book of Kunlun, he had printed hundreds of copies and distributed them.

"At the end of the mystical book, there is a formation and prohibition," he explained, "I've visited the Baiyun Temple to read the venerable scrolls, and it is indeed called by this name. If one places the hardest substances of the world within the formation, it can open the gates to the Immortal Realm!"

The pages of bamboo slips were spread out, revealing the last words of the Datong Book and the formation diagram.

Copies of the Datong Book contained only the initial sections, translated into contemporary language and not publicly promoted the Kunlun Wonderland.

The first reason for this is doubt; modern people no longer believe in Immortal Gods, and the followers of Buddhism and Taoism regard such things merely as spiritual support.

The second reason is caution; the previous Martial Emperor and the Great Ancestor of the Great Zhou both claimed to be disciples of Kunlun. Should the Red Alliance promote the legacy of Kunlun, they would inevitably be encircled and relentlessly pursued by the Imperial Court.

"Real or not, we must try it," he said.

The speaker was the Alliance Hierarch, the Straw Raincoat Guest, who took a piece of meteorite iron from beyond the heavens from his bosom; it was pitch-black and about the size of a fist.

"This iron was found by my ancestors while fishing, and I've always thought of forging it into a divine weapon, but even after heating it for seven days and nights, it wouldn't melt!" he said.

As he spoke, he placed the meteorite iron in the center of the formation, waited for a moment, and with no reaction forthcoming, he took back the iron with a touch of disappointment.

The Kunlun Wonderland, having been passed down through two dynasties, was faintly associated with the notion of a heavenly mandate!

Afterward, the others brought forward various items they had gathered, mostly rare metals such as gold, silver, copper, and iron, as well as some uncommon natural minerals and even some kinds of extremely hard wood.

Every item was exceedingly hard, fireproof, and waterproof.

Regrettably, not one could activate the formation, leading many to suspect that the formation diagram left at the end was a hoax.

"This poor Taoist will give it a shot."

The speaker was the fortunetelling Taoist, who took out a regular-looking, gray, dusty bead from his bosom. An irregularly shaped oval, it would just look like an inconspicuous pebble if thrown into a river.

"This object was left by my master. He had once received instruction in the Minor Divination of Zhou Yi from a remarkable person and rose to fame, earning the title of living Immortal God!"

"During his travels across Cloud Continent, he advised a farming household to flee to the Northern Border to avoid a calamity, and he received this unusual stone bead as a reward. It has been passed down for nearly three hundred years, been held by several generations, and not even a single mark has been left on it," said the Taoist.

After introducing the item, he placed the stone bead in the center of the formation, not really expecting it to open the gates to the Immortal Realm.

Hum!

The formation began to emit spiritual light, growing from faint to dazzling, shooting out and landing on the wall, slowly forming a spinning portal of five-colored light.

"What is this?"

"Kunlun Immortal Gate!"

"There really are Immortal Beings in the world!"

"Hiss..."

Cries of amazement rang out, and it took a while for the room to return to calm.

The Taoist said, "Alliance Leader, why not have a look inside? I've just made some calculations, and there shouldn't be any danger!"

"Beyond the Immortal Gate, there must be great opportunities; it's possible to achieve the status of Martial Emperor or the Great Ancestor in the future."

The Straw Raincoat Guest said, "However, since I am not the one who opened this gate, it means I am not fated for the Immortal Realm. If I were to rush in recklessly and displease the Immortal Beings, wouldn't it be a waste of a tremendous opportunity?"

The rest nodded in agreement; having been able to gather together despite the bloody oppression of the Imperial Court, they had already been through countless trials.

"Taoist, go and take a look. We'll wait here and guard the entrance for you. Remember to seek guidance from the Immortal Beings. Even if you don't receive any treasures, learn a powerful martial art," said the Straw Raincoat Guest.

"Alright, I will not let you down," replied the Taoist, no longer hesitating or declining in case the Immortal Gate was limited in time, which would be to waste the ancestral item for nothing.

He stepped into the Immortal Gate, passing through as if through a curtain of water, and disappeared all at once.

"The Immortal Gate isn't closing?"

Astonished, the Straw Raincoat Guest voiced his surprise and, after consulting with the others for a short while, they lined up and took turns to test and enter.

A moment later.

The Immortal Gate slowly closed, the wall returned to normal, and the room was empty.

Zhou Yi materialized, collecting the gray, dusty stone bead into his hand and repeatedly probed it with his divine sense, but found no traces.

"Wondering which old monster it could be!"