I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

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Inside ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the cave dwelling on Longevity Peak, Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes.

After ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍a year of bitter cultivation, his cultivation remained at the first layer of the Great Ascension Realm.

The ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍higher the realm, the slower the progress—this was the norm.

He ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍was not in a hurry. After all, his lifespan was infinite; he could take it slow.

This ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍year’s harvest was not in cultivation, but in techniques.

The divine ability of the Great Ascension Realm from the 《Grand Primordial Limitless Five Elements Hongmeng Chaos Creation True Scripture》—he had completely mastered it.

Gu Yan carefully sensed the mysterious method within his sea of consciousness, feeling satisfied.

This divine ability was called 《Five Elements Great Thousand World Shattering Sword》.

The name was longer than any divine ability that came with his previous techniques.

However, its effect matched the length.

This sword was based on the power of the Five Elements, invoking the intent of shattering and annihilation. With one strike, it could manifest creation and destruction.

Wherever the sword light passed, the Five Elements collapsed, and all things returned to nothingness.

It was a step beyond the 《Five Elements Returning to Origin》 he had obtained in the Void Refinement Realm.

《Five Elements Returning to Origin》 used the body as a foundation to manifest a Five Elements small world, standing within it immune to all laws—that was defense.

This sword, however, was pure offense.

One sword strike—world shattered.

Gu Yan stretched lazily and stood up from the meditation cushion.

Another day of becoming stronger.

He flipped his hand and took out the Haotian Mirror.

After cultivating, it was time to watch some “live broadcast” and relax.

Mm, and also check how that kid Feng Jiuge was doing.

After so long, he wondered if that kid had reached the Central Lands.

He had high expectations for this one who, in his previous life, had been the Star God of Yinghuo Star at the Immortal King Realm.

The Haotian Mirror floated in his palm, its surface like water as images flowed.

After a moment, the image stabilized.

Feng Jiuge’s figure appeared in the mirror.

Gu Yan glanced at it, his brows slightly raised.

This kid… still hadn’t reached the Central Lands?

The scene showed Feng Jiuge on a stretch of wilderness.

Judging from the terrain, it should be near the edge of the Eastern Continent, close to the Central Lands.

After all, the Spirit Realm was vast. For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even flying by sword for three to five years without leaving the Eastern Continent was normal.

But clearly, Feng Jiuge was not traveling right now.

He was fighting.

Opposite him stood a black-robed cultivator, surrounded by demonic qi, with a cold aura.

Peak Foundation Establishment.

Between them, several bodies lay scattered.

No, not bodies—just empty husks, as if all blood essence had been drained.

Beside them was a transparent jar, within which faint phantom figures struggled and wailed.

Mortal souls.

Gu Yan’s gaze darkened slightly.

A demonic cultivator using mortals for cultivation.

No wonder Feng Jiuge made a move.

In the scene, Feng Jiuge forced the demonic cultivator back with a sword strike, pointing his sword and shouting sternly:

“Using innocent mortal souls for cultivation—how dare you call yourself a cultivator?”

The demonic cultivator stepped back, steadied himself, and sneered. “Junior, what do you understand?”

“What do I understand?” Feng Jiuge laughed in anger.

“I understand that the Heavenly Dao is clear, and retribution is inevitable! I understand that cultivators should follow the will of heaven and must not slaughter innocents! I understand that people like you deserve to be killed by all!”

The demonic cultivator looked at him, a mocking smile curling his lips.

“Well said.”

“You’re a disciple of a major sect, aren’t you?”

Feng Jiuge froze.

The demonic cultivator continued, “You wear high-grade robes and wield a supreme-grade magic treasure.”

“Someone like you, born in a sect with everything handed to you, taught by masters, with techniques and pills—of course you can stand here righteously lecturing me.”

“And me?”

His voice suddenly rose, tinged with madness.

“I’m a loose cultivator!”

“No sect, no inheritance, no resources!”

“If I want to cultivate, I have to rely on myself!”

“You think I want to use mortal souls for cultivation? You think I don’t know it’s the demonic path?”

“But if I don’t, what do I use to compete with you sect disciples? What do I use to break through to the Golden Core? What do I use to survive?”

“The Heavenly Dao? Is it fair?”

“What you are born with, I must exchange my life for!”

“And now you stand here, holding a supreme-grade magic treasure, speaking righteous words, claiming to act on behalf of heaven?”

The demonic cultivator threw his head back and laughed.

“Ridiculous!”

“Utterly ridiculous!”

Feng Jiuge froze.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself unable to say anything for a moment.

What the man said… seemed to make some sense?

No. It was definitely wrong.

Slaughtering innocents was wrong, no matter the reason.

But…

Feng Jiuge frowned deeply, his mind in chaos.

Seeing this, the demonic cultivator laughed even more wildly. “What? Nothing to say? When you experience the life of a loose cultivator, come talk to me again!”

With that, he turned to flee.

Feng Jiuge snapped back to his senses.

“Stop!”

He raised his hand to activate the Lesser Zhou Heaven Star Ring.

Forget reasoning—capture him first!

At that moment, a series of breaking-air sounds came from afar.

Several streaks of light approached rapidly, landing in the wilderness in an instant.

Five people.

Leading them was a middle-aged Daoist with early-stage Golden Core cultivation.

Behind him were four Foundation Establishment disciples, judging by their attire, from a sect.

“Who is fighting here?” the Daoist spoke, scanning the scene.

The demonic cultivator sensed danger and fled immediately.

The Daoist glanced at him but did not pursue.

His gaze fell upon Feng Jiuge.

More precisely, upon the Lesser Zhou Heaven Star Ring in his hand.

The magic treasure shimmered with spiritual light, stars faintly circulating—clearly extraordinary.

A trace of greed flashed in the Daoist’s eyes, though his face remained composed.

He looked at the corpses, then the jar of souls, his expression turning stern.

“Demonic cultivator!”

“Slaughtering innocents and imprisoning souls—unforgivable!”

The disciples behind him echoed, “Master is right! Such demonic cultivators deserve death!”

Then, their gazes turned toward Feng Jiuge.

“And you!”

“Fighting with a demonic cultivator and holding such a vicious weapon—you must be an accomplice!”

Feng Jiuge: “???”

“I’m not—”

“Enough excuses!” one disciple interrupted.

“We saw it with our own eyes—you confronted that demonic cultivator. Clearly accomplices who fell out over uneven spoils!”

“Exactly! If we hadn’t arrived, he wouldn’t have abandoned you!”

Feng Jiuge: “…………”

“I’ll say it again—I am not a demonic cultivator.” He took a deep breath, forcing calm.

“I was chasing him. He used mortal souls for cultivation, and I intervened.”

“Silence!” the Daoist shouted coldly.

“You, a mere seventh-layer Foundation Establishment, chasing a peak Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator? With what? That treasure?”

He sneered. “This treasure is clearly of supreme grade.”

“How could you possess such a thing? It must have been seized!”

“Speak! Which demonic sect are you from? From whom did you steal it?”

Feng Jiuge was completely speechless.

He understood now.

They didn’t care about truth.

They cared about his treasure.

“So…” he said slowly, “you’ve taken a liking to my treasure?”

The Daoist’s face changed. “Impudent!”

“My Qingyun Sect is righteous! We would never covet your treasure!”

“We only suspect your identity and will take you back for questioning!”

“If you are innocent, we will release you—perhaps even compensate you.”

The disciples nodded eagerly.

Feng Jiuge laughed.

“Take me back?”

“And then? Safekeep my treasure?”

“And after that? I conveniently die on the way?”

The Daoist’s expression darkened completely.

“Refuse a toast, drink a forfeit.”

“Attack!”

He struck out with a palm!

Golden Core spiritual power surged, carrying a violent gale toward Feng Jiuge.

Feng Jiuge’s eyes sharpened as he retreated.

The Lesser Zhou Heaven Star Ring lit up, forming a starlight barrier.

Boom.

The barrier trembled but held.

Feng Jiuge felt reassured.

A supreme-grade magic treasure—indeed powerful.

The Daoist’s eyes lit up further.

“Excellent treasure!”

“Take him down!”

The four disciples attacked together, unleashing techniques and treasures.

Feng Jiuge dodged while counterattacking.

Starlight flowed, sword qi crisscrossed.

The fight was evenly matched.

Gu Yan watched with interest through the Haotian Mirror.

Not bad.

Fighting across realms—though relying on a treasure—

But staying calm already surpassed many.

As for danger?

Gu Yan was not worried at all.

This kid had the destiny of a protagonist.

Trouble would turn into fortune, enemies would be slain across realms.

Sure enough.

Feng Jiuge fought while retreating, appearing in danger but actually stable.

He observed terrain, seeking escape.

At the forest edge, he seized an opening and activated the star ring.

A burst of starlight blinded the others.

When they opened their eyes, he was gone.

“Chase!” the Daoist shouted.

They searched but found nothing.

“Master, he escaped.”

The Daoist’s face turned ashen.

“He can’t hide forever!”

“Investigate his background!”

Feng Jiuge ran hundreds of miles before hiding in a cave.

Leaning against the wall, his heart pounded.

After a long time, he calmed.

Recalling the battle, his emotions were mixed.

The demonic cultivator deserved death.

But the so-called righteous cultivators disgusted him more.

“Righteous path…”

So they coveted treasures.

So they accused without reason.

So they…

He shook his head.

Central Lands?

Not for now.

Return to Azure Wave Sect?

No.

This place would do.

He checked the surroundings—spiritual energy was sufficient.

This battle had given him insight.

His gaze darkened as he recalled the Daoist.

After breaking through to the Golden Core here, he would settle the score.

Then continue to the Central Lands.

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