I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

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Taiyi ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Dao Sect.

Ten ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍years passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the cave residence of Longevity Peak, Gu Yan spent ten years advancing his cultivation from Fusion Realm fifth layer to Fusion Realm eighth layer.

The ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍innate spiritual energy provided by the illusory Dao seed grew increasingly dense.

A ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍single strand of innate spiritual energy was equivalent to a hundred strands of acquired spiritual energy.

Over these ten years, ninety percent of the newly generated innate spiritual energy was absorbed by Gu Yan alone.

The remaining ten percent, he deliberately left for Taiyi Dao Sect.

Thus, the sect’s development over these years had not stagnated either.

Senior Sister Lin Wei and Elder Chen had both reached the late Golden Core stage.

Sect Master Daoist Xuanqing was at the early Golden Core stage.

Supreme Elder Yunchenzi was also at the early Golden Core stage.

In addition, more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators had emerged within the sect.

In the past, Taiyi Dao Sect might produce one Foundation Establishment cultivator in several decades.

Now, they appeared one after another like dumplings dropping into a pot.

This was the power of innate spiritual energy.

On this day, after finishing cultivation, Gu Yan stretched lazily.

He thought for a moment, then flipped his hand and took out the Haotian Mirror.

After cultivation, it was time to balance work and rest.

Watching a livestream to relax sounded appropriate.

The Haotian Mirror floated in his palm, its surface like water, images flowing across it.

With a slight movement of his mind, Gu Yan locked onto a target.

Ye Chen.

That kid he had sent to the Spirit Realm.

The image appeared—Ye Chen was currently sprinting wildly.

What chased him was not humans, but a group of demonic beasts.

At the front was a beast as massive as a mountain, with a terrifying aura.

It was clearly a demon king that had condensed a demon core, equivalent to a human Golden Core cultivator.

As he ran, Ye Chen shouted, “Misunderstanding! This is really a misunderstanding!”

The demon king roared, “You stole my egg—is that also a misunderstanding?”

“I didn’t steal it!” Ye Chen protested. “I just picked one up!”

“Picked it up? That was just laid by me!”

“How was I supposed to know you laid it? You didn’t write your name on it!”

The demon king was furious, chasing even more fiercely.

Ye Chen ran desperately, and as he ran, a deep abyss suddenly appeared ahead.

The abyss was bottomless, pitch black below, with faint, eerie mist surging within.

Ye Chen halted briefly.

Behind him, the demon king was closing in.

He gritted his teeth and leaped forward.

He jumped down.

Gu Yan watched this scene, his brows slightly raised.

This kid was ruthless enough.

In the image, Ye Chen continued falling.

The surrounding mist grew thicker, gradually enveloping him.

He felt his body becoming lighter… lighter…

He even saw his body begin to melt under the erosion of the mist.

Yes—melt.

Like ice placed into hot water, gradually dissolving bit by bit.

Ye Chen’s eyes widened. He wanted to shout, but no sound came out.

He tried to struggle, but realized he no longer had a body.

His consciousness gradually blurred.

At the final moment, only one thought remained:

It’s over. I’ve messed up.

Gu Yan looked at the consciousness that was gradually dissipating within the Haotian Mirror, his expression calm.

If nothing unexpected happened, then something unexpected was about to happen.

Sure enough—

Just as Ye Chen’s consciousness was about to completely dissipate, a light lit up from the depths of the abyss.

The light was cool like the moon, yet carried an indescribable warmth.

Within the light, a figure slowly rose.

It was a woman.

A woman so beautiful it took one’s breath away.

She wore a plain white dress, the hem flowing like clouds, gently drifting.

Her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall down to her waist.

Her face was exquisitely sculpted, with a hint of aloofness in her brows, yet irresistibly drawing others closer.

She lowered her gaze toward the fading consciousness and gently raised her hand.

A soft light flowed from her fingertips, enveloping Ye Chen’s consciousness.

Within the light, his consciousness gradually solidified, and then his physical body began to reconstruct.

Flesh, bones, meridians, skin…

Bit by bit, they regrew.

Gu Yan watched this scene, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This was… a creation technique.

This woman was not simple.

After a moment, Ye Chen’s body was fully restored.

He lay on the ground, eyes closed, face pale.

But his breathing was steady—clearly out of danger.

The woman glanced at him and turned to leave.

At that moment, Ye Chen’s eyelids twitched, slowly opening.

He saw the white-clad back and froze.

“Fairy… please wait.”

The woman paused slightly but did not turn around.

Struggling to sit up, Ye Chen looked at her back, countless questions rising in his heart.

“Fairy, was it you who saved Ye?”

The woman did not respond.

Ye Chen continued, “May I ask your honored name? I will surely repay you in the future!”

Still, she remained silent.

Suddenly, her figure transformed into a streak of light and vanished.

Ye Chen stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

He muttered, “What… what just happened?”

Gu Yan looked at the scene in the Haotian Mirror and chuckled, shaking his head.

Ye Chen didn’t understand—but he did.

This woman was no kind-hearted savior.

She saved Ye Chen not out of compassion, nor because she found him pleasing.

But because he was useful.

A useful chess piece.

With a thought, Gu Yan shifted the Haotian Mirror’s image, tracking the disappearing white figure.

Moments later, the image stabilized.

The woman landed atop a solitary peak, standing with hands behind her back, gazing into the distance.

Gu Yan extended his divine sense and briefly probed—he understood.

Tribulation Crossing sixth layer.

A rogue cultivator.

Her name was Su Ruoxue. A lone cultivator in the Spirit Realm, with no sect or affiliation, having cultivated alone to this day.

It sounded inspiring.

But reality was far from simple.

Cultivators above the Void Refinement Realm had to undergo a major heavenly tribulation every three thousand years.

Under such tribulations, fewer than one in ten survived.

Su Ruoxue had already lived for 28,900 years and had now reached Tribulation Crossing sixth layer.

Her next great tribulation was less than a hundred years away.

With her current strength, her chances of surviving were less than thirty percent.

Thus, in recent years, she had traveled across the Spirit Realm, searching for one thing.

People of great fortune.

Or rather—children of destiny.

Such individuals possessed immense fortune and deep blessings.

If she could borrow their fortune, she might gain a sliver of survival in the heavenly tribulation.

And Ye Chen was one of those she had found.

Even his encounter with the demon king had been secretly arranged by her.

Gu Yan watched the now-vanished white figure in the mirror, his expression calm and unmoved.

Su Ruoxue borrowed Ye Chen’s personal fortune—not the Azure Wave Sect behind him, nor anything related to Taiyi Dao Sect.

Moreover, so-called borrowing of fortune was not plundering, but mutual influence through the convergence of fate.

For Ye Chen, this was not a bad thing—it was a tremendous opportunity.

A Tribulation Crossing sixth-layer powerhouse who had lived nearly thirty thousand years—anything that slipped through her fingers would be enough to benefit him endlessly.

“This kid truly has the makings of a protagonist,” Gu Yan chuckled.

Ye Chen was only at Foundation Establishment, yet he had caught the attention of such a powerhouse—it was entirely due to his fortune.

In the future, as long as Su Ruoxue did not die, he would effectively have an invisible protective talisman in the Spirit Realm.

Though it might not act openly, at critical moments, it would always save his life.

Gu Yan put away the Haotian Mirror and stopped watching.

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