I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

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The ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍snow melted, rivers flowed again, vegetation sprouted, and life revived.

Those ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍mortals who had survived the blizzard walked out of their homes. After weeping at the long-lost sunlight, they once again began cycles of farming, reproduction, and survival.

The ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍cultivators, meanwhile, began to assess the situation ahead.

Because ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍everyone already knew that the source of the blizzard was the awakening of a Demon King.

The ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Nine Nether Ice Phoenix, ruler of the Northern Plains, a Demon King at the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

After awakening, it had originally intended to attack the Southern Region.

But the Southern Region was now nearly devoid of mortals, and its cultivators had been severely weakened.

If it attacked, what would it eat? What would it drink? There would barely be any flesh to consume.

Thus, the Demon King turned its gaze toward the Eastern Continent.

Though the Eastern Continent had also suffered over half its losses, its foundation still remained.

Mortals remained, cultivators remained, flesh remained.

Meanwhile, the Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord of the Southern Region was also stirring.

One sought flesh, the other territory.

The Eastern Continent became the piece of fat caught in between.

As news spread, the major sects of the Eastern Continent were thrown into panic.

The great sects with Tribulation Crossing ancestors took the lead in responding.

Led by the Tianyan Dao Sect, more than a dozen sects possessing Tribulation Crossing or Great Ascension Realm ancestors formed an alliance.

It was named the Demon-Slaying Alliance.

As the name suggested—slay demons and uphold the righteous path.

The Tribulation Crossing ancestor of the Tianyan Dao Sect personally stepped forward, sending out invitations far and wide, inviting all righteous sects of the Eastern Continent to join the alliance and jointly resist the threats of the Southern Region’s demonic sects and the Northern Plains demon race.

For a time, the Eastern Continent was once again in turmoil.

......

On this day, behind the mountain of the Azure Wave Sect.

Nether Soul sat alone at the edge of a cliff. Before him lay an ancient zither, and beside him a jug of wine.

The sound of the zither echoed through the mountains.

The fragrance of wine drifted on the wind.

With his eyes closed, his fingers lightly plucked the strings, his demeanor relaxed.

He looked like a carefree cultivator, detached from worldly affairs.

As he played, suddenly, Nether Soul’s fingers paused.

He slowly opened his eyes, a hint of amusement flashing within them.

Someone had infiltrated the Azure Wave Sect.

And their cultivation was not low.

Nether Soul’s divine sense spread out, enveloping the entire Azure Wave Sect.

Moments later, he discovered that the intruder was at the Eighth Layer of Void Refinement.

And a demonic cultivator.

......

Azure Wave Sect, outside the Scripture Pavilion.

A shadow quietly landed within the darkness.

It was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a sinister expression and sharp eyes.

His aura was perfectly concealed—without careful observation, his presence would not be noticed at all.

This person was Wan Xue, an elder of the Myriad Tribulations Demon Sect from the Southern Region.

Eighth Layer of Void Refinement cultivation—he was considered a notable figure within the sect.

His mission was to infiltrate the Azure Wave Sect, take control of this mid-tier sect, and then, under its name, join the so-called Demon-Slaying Alliance.

Besides him, hundreds of demonic sect elders had infiltrated other mid-tier sects across the Eastern Continent.

Their goal was singular—to infiltrate the righteous alliance, sabotage it from within, and coordinate internal and external attacks to pave the way for the Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord to unify the Eastern Continent.

Wan Xue hid in the shadows, his gaze sweeping over the Scripture Pavilion before looking toward the distant Council Hall.

“A mere Azure Wave Sect—the strongest Supreme Elder is only at the Transformation Spirit Realm. With my Eighth Layer of Void Refinement cultivation, this will be effortless.”

Just as he was about to act, he suddenly felt a hand placed on his shoulder.

Wan Xue’s entire body stiffened.

In that instant, he felt as though he had been locked onto by an ancient ferocious beast.

He slowly turned his head.

Behind him, at some unknown time, stood a person.

A man who looked around thirty years old, with refined features and a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

He simply stood there, his hand resting on Wan Xue’s shoulder.

Yet Wan Xue discovered that he could not move.

The spiritual energy within his body seemed sealed by an invisible force—he could not mobilize even a trace.

His eyes widened, his pupils contracting violently.

“You… you…”

Wan Xue’s lips trembled. He was at the Eighth Layer of Void Refinement!

Even in the entire Spirit Realm, he could be considered a powerful figure!

Yet this person, with just a casual touch, had rendered him completely unable to resist?

What cultivation was this?

Great Ascension?

No—even Great Ascension should not be this absurd!

Could it be…

Tribulation Crossing?

The thought flashed through Wan Xue’s mind, and his entire being felt as if plunged into an icy abyss.

“Y-you… who are you?!”

He finally managed to ask, though his voice trembled uncontrollably.

Nether Soul looked at him and smiled.

“You infiltrated my sect, and yet you ask me who I am?”

Wan Xue’s mind buzzed.

My sect?

This person was from the Azure Wave Sect?

But wasn’t the Azure Wave Sect just a mid-tier sect?

Wasn’t its strongest member only a Transformation Spirit Supreme Elder?

How could such a terrifying old monster exist here?!

“S-Senior, spare my life!”

Wan Xue was straightforward—knowing he had hit a steel plate, he immediately begged for mercy.

Nether Soul did not respond.

He could not be bothered to ask what the man had come for.

In any case, he would die.

Better to simply see directly.

Nether Soul raised his hand and placed it on Wan Xue’s head.

Direct soul search.

Wan Xue’s eyes bulged, his mouth opening wide, yet no sound came out.

His body trembled violently, blood seeping from his seven orifices, his face twisted in agony.

Moments later, Nether Soul withdrew his hand.

Wan Xue collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

After a soul search, there was no need to keep him alive.

Nether Soul did not even glance at the corpse, merely standing with hands behind his back, deep in thought.

From Wan Xue’s memories, he obtained quite a bit of information.

The Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord had sent over a dozen elders to infiltrate major mid-tier sects across the Eastern Continent, preparing to mix into the Demon-Slaying Alliance.

Their plan was to first control these sects, then join the alliance under their names, and at a critical moment, sabotage it from within while coordinating with demonic forces outside.

Besides Wan Xue, other elders had infiltrated sects such as the Heavenly Sword Sect, Purple Cloud Sect, and Mystic Ice Valley...

Nether Soul shook his head and sighed softly.

“These demonic cultivators… they really do play dirty.”

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Of all places to choose, they came to the Azure Wave Sect?

Did they not know the Azure Wave Sect was under his protection?

With mere Void Refinement demonic cultivators, they dared to scheme under his nose?

Nether Soul truly wanted to go straight to the Southern Region and slap that Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord to death.

With his Human Immortal Fifth Layer cultivation, killing someone who had not even reached Tribulation Crossing would take no more than a single finger.

But he could not.

If he killed the Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord, the Immortal King behind him would surely notice.

An old demon at the Immortal King Realm, who had plotted for millions of years, only one step away from stepping into the Immortal Emperor Realm.

If he discovered someone interfering with his plans, he would investigate to the end.

At that time, even if Nether Soul, with the shared Body Without Self and Form, would not be discovered, once the Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord died, that old demon would inevitably restructure his plans—he might even act personally.

Then it would no longer be just a problem of the Spirit Realm, but of the entire world.

“Not yet the time.”

Nether Soul took a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent within.

He lowered his head, glanced at the corpse, and waved his hand.

A streak of dim light flashed, and Wan Xue’s body turned to ash, scattering into the wind.

Nether Soul turned and walked back to the cliff.

He sat before the zither again, picked up the wine jug, and took a drink.

Then his fingers plucked the strings once more, and the music resumed.

The melody remained as melodious as before.

Yet within the sound, there seemed to be a deeper meaning.

Moments later, a divine sense transmission spread out:

“Wu Chang’an, come to the back mountain.”

Wu Chang’an, who was handling affairs in the Council Hall, was slightly startled upon hearing the transmission.

He immediately stood up and hurried toward the back mountain.

At the cliff.

Wu Chang’an bowed. “Disciple greets Supreme Elder.”

Nether Soul said calmly, “Recently, there is something called the Demon-Slaying Alliance, sending out invitations?”

Wu Chang’an was taken aback, then quickly nodded. “Yes.”

“This matter is led by the Tianyan Dao Sect, uniting more than a dozen major sects with Tribulation Crossing ancestors to form the Demon-Slaying Alliance, aiming to resist the Southern Region’s demonic sects and the Northern Plains demon race.”

“This disciple was just about to ask for instructions—should our Azure Wave Sect join?”

Nether Soul said, “Join. Why not?”

Wu Chang’an froze.

He had thought that, given Nether Soul’s usual low-profile nature, he would refuse such an alliance.

But unexpectedly, he agreed.

Nether Soul seemed to see through his thoughts and chuckled lightly. “Do not worry. I have my own measure.”

“You just go. Join the Demon-Slaying Alliance in the name of the Azure Wave Sect. Contribute when needed, remain low-key when needed. If any trouble arises, I will back you.”

Wu Chang’an felt reassured and bowed deeply. “This disciple obeys!”

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