I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

"The poor monk also wishes to go!"

"..."

"Amitabha!"

The elder monk with long eyebrows chanted the Buddha's name and said, "The Fake Emperor's strength has reached the Innate level, the pinnacle of this world. As long as he lives, the Buddhist Law will struggle to cross over."

The assembly of monks nodded slightly, outwardly showing disdain for Emperor Tai Shi, yet well aware that such a powerful person who could rule over Cloud Continent was not someone that ordinary monk soldiers could deal with.

"What does the Master think we should do?"

"Wait!"

The elder monk with long eyebrows said, "The Fake Emperor is nearly mad in his obsession with the Immortal Path. Once he is abandoned by his allies and loses the hearts of the people, we can then summon the Buddha's relic to slay him, thereby deterring the countries of Cloud Continent and winning over the populace."

Some monks expressed their doubts, "Master, Cloud Continent is tens of thousands of miles away, is it worth using the Buddha's relic?"

After slaying Miao Shan, Xuan Xiao did not take the Sect's Supreme Treasure of the Buddhist order. By using Spiritual Objects to seal it until now, it had fallen to the level of a treasure. Activating the Buddha's relic would consume a great deal of Spiritual Energy, amounting to the depletion of the Buddhist foundation and shaking the basis of their rule.

"Our Buddha has governed the Buddha Continent for three hundred years, where the people live and work in peace and contentment, with plenty of food and clothing, a hundred times better than the reign of any dynasty."

The elder monk with long eyebrows spoke slowly, "The Fake Emperor, in his pursuit of the Immortal Path, has imposed heavy labor and is cruel and tyrannical, resulting in the people barely scraping by. This aligns perfectly with the destined opportunity for the Buddhist Law to spread eastward.

The light of our Buddha, shining upon thousands, is truly following the will of Heaven and the hearts of the people!"

"Hundreds of millions of people across the Nine Continents should bask in Buddha's grace and enjoy the Ultimate Bliss of Buddhism!"

...

The story unfolds on two fronts.

Spirit Sword City.

Zhou Yi had been in Cloud Continent for ten years, lying each day in a rocking chair that had become polished and smooth from use.

"Little Lin, you have already learned the Five Elements Instant Flash Technique. There's nothing more I can teach you," Zhou Yi said.

The Instant Flash Technique was a secret technique that Zhou Yi had deduced, combining the Escape Skill of the Five Elements with Qinggong, changing the consumption from Mana to Qi-Blood. Upon its activation, one's speed could explosively increase, flying out a dozen yards in an instant and even penetrating objects of the Five Elements.

This technique was no longer purely martial, with nuances similar to a spell, except the consumption of Qi-Blood was so vast that it could only be used as a trump card!

"Immortal, are you leaving?"

Lin Fan manifested his Qi-Blood, leaping to Zhou Yi's side, his face showing a look of reluctance, "Why don't you stay in the Mortal World, Master? I will definitely work hard to earn money to provide for your retirement."

"Humph, the last guy who said that, I ended up visiting his grave three times!"

Zhou Yi's appearance shifted to a younger form, "Our fate ends here, no need for attachment. I must also return to Kunlun Mountain for cultivation."

"Can I venture into the world of martial arts now?"

Lin Fan's expression was a mix of hesitation and expectation, having finally consolidated his Qi-Blood after ten years of secluded cultivation. What followed was a gradual accumulation, transforming his vital acupoints into Blood Pills, but he was still far from the realm of splitting mountains with a single sword strike.

With the speed of the Instant Flash, a full-strength sword thrust could only shatter a boulder three to four yards in size.

"Of course, you can."

Zhou Yi's expression was slightly eerie, forcing himself to suppress the urge to hide and watch the fun, and solemnly said, "As a Martial Artist who has reached the level of Qi-Blood Consolidation, I can slap dead three or four thousand with a single palm. When you venture out into the martial world, remember to be careful and cautious!"

Qi-Blood Martial Artists at the level of Qi-Blood Consolidation are equivalent to Innate Grandmasters, which is also the initial stage of Qi Refinement in the path of cultivation.

It was unclear to Zhou Yi how many Innate Martial Artists there were in the Nine Continents, but likely not more than in the hundreds.

While martial arts cultivation may seem independent of Spiritual Energy, without Immortal Path Elixirs to nourish them, their numbers pale in comparison to before the extinction of Spiritual Energy, not to mention those hidden old immortals within the Buddhist and Daoist orders.

"I'm off."

Zhou Yi waved goodbye, ready to leave with grace. The ten years he spent with Lin Fan were indeed warm, but they were not a reason to stay.

In this world, the only thing that could accompany Zhou Yi was time!

Seeing he could not make Zhou Yi stay, Lin Fan knelt down with a thud and kowtowed three times, making nine bows, "Immortal, I have had a doubt for these ten years, may I know the answer?"

"Speak."

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, guessing Lin Fan's thoughts.

"Back then, I was lucky to have the Immortal Sword recognize me as its master, but I was just a child with no knowledge of swordsmanship. With your power, Immortal, you could have easily taken the sword without a sound or a trace."

Lin Fan said, "You could have exchanged it for sword techniques, or bestowed upon me a Spirit Pill, without the need to painstakingly teach me for ten years!"

"First, I did not expend much effort; ten years for me was merely the opening and closing of my eyes," Zhou Yi explained. "Secondly, if I were to take the Light Dividing Sword, I would have to compensate with something of equal value. How can I engage in deceit for a mere treasure? If I deceive you for the Immortal Sword today, tomorrow I might deceive someone else for their legacy.

Over time, that would cause me to lose my true nature!"

"I've lived long and am strong enough, but once the true nature is lost, it is only a matter of time before one falls into the abyss!"

"Someday, if I habitually use Five Dou of Spirit Rice to deceive others and trouble myself with an adversary I should not have, it will serve as a lesson..."

Zhou Yi did not care if Lin Fan understood; these words were also for himself, "That Immortal Sword has an extraordinary origin, yet it is only a damaged piece. At best, it could only aid you to reach the level of an Innate Grandmaster."

"By obtaining the treasure, the Immortal Sword retains its Spiritual Sense, and you achieve Innate status; all is as it should be, with no debts owed to one another!"

"So it is."

Lin Fan vaguely understood and felt a bit disappointed. He hesitantly said, "Does that mean when I travel Jianghu, I cannot use the name of an immortal, and if I ever fall into trouble, no immortal will come to my rescue?"

"You are teachable indeed!"

Zhou Yi believed in cause and effect, yet he was not bound by it. If the price he had to pay was too high, he would simply abandon the Light Dividing Sword.

To have it is my fortune, to lose it is not something I will insist upon.

Without attachment, there are no calamities!

"Remember to be cautious when traveling Jianghu. Do not die in the streets, lest I recall you in the future and have nowhere to offer my paper tributes..."

The lingering words faded, and his figure was no longer seen.

Lin Fan knocked his head on the ground several times. Even if it was a transaction, the grace of ten years of teaching cannot be feigned.

"Immortal, rest assured, I will definitely not tarnish the name of Kunlun!"

If the immortal does not allow him to use his name, he will use the name of the mountain instead and claim to be a disciple of Kunlun when he travels Jianghu.

"That's what I'll do!"

Lin Fan stood up, slung the iron rod used for sword practice around his waist, and leaped towards his brother-in-law's home to bid farewell to his sister.

Just as he stepped out the door.

He saw a handsome young master in white, being carried in a gauze sedan chair by four strong men, with eight beautiful sword attendants following on both sides.

The pedestrians in the street hurriedly gave way and spoke in low voices, praising the young master. It turned out to be Wu Kun, the young master of the Sword Casting Hall, rumored to have the stature of a Martial Emperor!

"Martial Emperor! Such an imposing title for a king of martial arts."

Lin Fan paid close attention and was unable to discern Wu Kun's strength, which likely had reached a transformative state. Excited, he approached and asked for guidance, "As a junior in the martial arts, I seek instruction..."

Before he got within ten feet, one of the accompanying sword attendants frowned and, with a leap, drew his sword to stab fiercely!

Lin Fan, who had been in secluded cultivation for ten years and had never truly battled others, could only extend his life a few more breaths under the immortal's training, regardless of how much his strength had increased.

Seeing the sharp sword coming at him, Lin Fan instinctively drew the iron rod from his waist and chopped down.

His Qi-blood burst from his body, and he shouted loudly to bolster his courage.

"Crush Stones!"

Boom!

A surge of sword Qi fell, and the attendant turned into a cloud of rain, slowly fluttering down and dyeing the street red.

"..."

Wu Kun wiped his face, his hands covered in red, and screamed in alarm, "Assassin!"

Lin Fan knew he had caused a great disaster and used the Instant Flash Skill to dart through a few buildings, his figure disappearing from sight.

At this moment.

Zhou Yi changed into another face, stepping out from the Yellow Paper Shop, and saw the chaos in the streets.

"I've taught this wretch for ten years, how many meritorious deeds have I saved!"

With that, he turned into a light and flew towards Cloud Continent.

...

White Cloud Peak.

Zhou Yi stood in the air, looking down at the mountain peak which was now missing a large section, and shook his head helplessly.

"I must find another mountain top!"

He dived three hundred feet underground, thankful that Earth Fire Palace was buried deep, even if Emperor Tai Shi learned of it from the classics in White Cloud Observatory, it would be difficult to dig a thousand meters deep.

He burnt some yellow papers at each grave, including his own clothing mound.

Afterwards, he spoke some words at Old Bai's grave, realizing that a thousand years had passed and it was time for reincarnation. Enjoy exclusive chapters from M-V-L

"It is rumored that the Buddhist Law has a secret technique about Nirvana and reincarnation, which can search for the reincarnated body of a high monk. It's a pity that Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple avoided the great calamity, otherwise I would certainly fulfill our agreement."

"But there's no rush. I can wait patiently until the Buddhist heritage is exhausted and all their classics are available for me to peruse."

After paying his respects, Zhou Yi turned into a light and flew southward, until he reached the vast wilderness of a hundred thousand mountains.

Thorn Ridge.

Moyun City.

Zhou Yi stood aloft, observing the city which had expanded several times over, bustling and lively.

"I will find a nearby mountain and continue my secluded cultivation and comprehension of the Tao!"