Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

All of this was merely a minor interlude on Chen Yan’s journey to search for Ascension Dao Foundations.

For the past two years, Chen Yan had been constantly traveling, interacting with all sorts of people.

Mortals, immortal cultivators alike.

There were still six months left.

If, within half a year, there was still no clue regarding the location of Realman Sun and Moon’s Dao Foundation, then Chen Yan would head to the Northwestern Region to search for the Dao Foundation of True Person Kongmiao, Yan Yunhe.

In a certain sense, Yan Yunhe was his master’s master’s master, his great-grandmaster.

Having once been a disciple of Kongshan Sect, Chen Yan still held a certain sense of belonging to the sect even today.

And the prestige of Kongshan Sect’s first Immortal Ascension Realm cultivator, Ancestor Yan, Yan Yunhe, was still sung from the inner sect to the outer court.

Unlike the other four great sects, which either inherited legacies from ancient times or developed their foundations step by step,

Kongshan Sect’s ability to attain its current status was entirely propped up seventy thousand years ago by Yan Yunhe’s solitary strength, which qualified it to become one of the Five Great Sects.

As for True Person Minghua and True Person Caiyun, they were merely later arrivals.

“Great-grandmaster’s Dao Foundation… If there really is no other way, sigh…”

Chen Yan, who had just stepped out of Yunyang City at a leisurely pace, revealed a slightly bitter smile, sighing inwardly.

The matter of the Xing Family should be completely concluded.

If the Duan Family dared to target the Xing Family while risking offending an upper three realms cultivator, then one could only say the Duan Family was recklessly bold.

However, there was basically no possibility of that.

After leaving Yunyang City, Chen Yan continued heading north.

Currently, the largest immortal cultivation sect in Jin’an Country was the Setting Sun Sword Manor, located on Xiluo Mountain just over ten miles outside the country’s capital, Jincheng.

It was said that the Manor Lord of the Setting Sun Sword Manor was a Qi Sea Realm cultivator who had fled from the Western Region, likely not possessing much understanding of the Southern Region’s history.

But paying a visit to the Setting Sun Sword Manor wouldn’t waste too much of his time.

Moreover, Jincheng, the capital of Jin’an Country, also had a branch of the Yulai Pavilion.

What if he could obtain some useful information?

Thinking this, Chen Yan, who had just stepped out of the city gate, paused his steps and stopped.

Then, in the blink of an eye, his figure vanished without a trace.

…

Jin’an Country, Jincheng.

Inside a teahouse located in the western part of the city.

The guests entering and exiting this teahouse were, without exception, all immortal cultivators.

Because this teahouse was ostensibly just a business owned by a certain immortal cultivation family in Jincheng, but its actual controller was the Yulai Pavilion.

Precisely because of this, most of the people currently sitting in the teahouse’s main hall wore daoist robes.

And those guests not wearing daoist robes were also eighty percent likely to possess cultivation.

The very few mortals in this teahouse were absolutely scions of the various immortal cultivation families in Jincheng.

Jincheng, as the capital of Jin’an Country, was the country’s largest city.

The entire city spanned a hundred li horizontally and three hundred li vertically, with a population of nearly ten million.

Considering this world’s technological level, Jincheng possessing such a well-developed drainage and sewage system along with urban planning was practically a miracle.

“Continuing from last time, Kongshan Sect’s Kongyuan True Dharma Elder Yue Chi, Elder Yue, is the second disciple of the current Kongshan Sect Leader, Yun Yichen, a formidable Myriad Transformations Realm great power, having condensed over three thousand five hundred strands of innate true energy…”

The storyteller in the teahouse’s main hall spoke with vivid emotion, narrating the story of Kongshan Sect’s campaign against the Coiling Dragon Sect from over two years ago.

“Ho, Myriad Transformations Realm.”

At a tea table in the main hall, an immortal cultivator who looked under thirty picked up the teacup on the table and took a small sip, then shook his head and sighed:

“Tell me, how profound must Yun Yichen’s cultivation be, that a great cultivator of the Myriad Transformations Realm is merely his disciple.”

His companion sitting beside him heard this and began to reply:

“Sect Leader Yun’s cultivation is indeed profoundly deep, but actually, within a major sect like the Five Great Sects with terrifyingly deep foundations, the sect leader’s cultivation is still far from the top. The Grand Elders above them, there must be at least a few dozen…”

“I know, like that Kongshan Grand Elder, something, something Zhen, Zhenwu Elder… He Zongzhou, right!”

The cultivator who looked younger said.

Among the Grand Elders of the Five Great Sects, the two most famous on the Chenping Continent were actually both from Kongshan Sect.

One was the already deceased Li Haoran. This figure, who stood at the pinnacle of the Chenping Continent’s immortal path during the post-Su Hongzhen era, was naturally illustrious and renowned.

And then there was He Zongzhou.

The reason was naturally because of that plea for help he sent two and a half years ago.

The Grand Elders of the Five Great Sects lived in seclusion, rarely emerging. Forget these cultivators drinking tea and listening to stories in Jincheng, even the young outer court disciples of the Five Great Sects might not recognize more than a few.

“As for those above the Grand Elders…”

“…”

After exchanging a glance, these two chatting cultivators immediately fell silent.

Those above the Grand Elders of the Five Great Sects were the immortals.

Since the great demon in the Fallen Sword Mountain Range was exterminated, the immortal cultivation world of the Chenping Continent had already learned that there were immortals in the world again.

But for the immortal cultivation world, especially those cultivation sects below first-rate and rogue cultivators, they simply didn’t understand what an Immortal Ascension Realm cultivator meant.

In their eyes, so-called immortals and upper three realms great powers weren’t really different.

Both could crush them with a finger anyway.

It wasn’t until Kongshan Sect’s True Person Caiyun tossed out the phrase “The world has long forgotten the might of Ascension” that the entire immortal cultivation world truly realized what Ascension represented.

It represented absolute authority and absolute power.

With just a single sentence, he threw the entire Northwestern Region of the Chenping Continent into utter chaos.

To the extent that even two insignificant minor cultivators in a teahouse far in the Southern Region of the Chenping Continent dared not mention the names of immortals under the public gaze.

“Elder Yue’s three thousand strands of innate true energy condensed into a massive azure dragon, majestic and awe-inspiring, drifting between heaven and earth…”

The more the storyteller spoke, the more spirited he became.

His gaze swept towards a middle-aged cultivator wearing luxurious purple robes who had just entered the teahouse, and his eyes lit up.

The teahouse attendant immediately went to greet the middle-aged cultivator with a beaming smile.

Master Shi, a Martial Spring Realm cultivator.

He was the current head of the Shi Family, one of the two largest immortal cultivation families in Jincheng.

In a place like Jin’an Country, as long as one didn’t run into the Manor Lord of the Setting Sun Sword Manor, Martial Spring Realm cultivation was enough to walk sideways.

Yet in the teahouse’s main hall, at a corner tea table, sat three people: a young woman dressed in plain white daoist robes, and two rather inconspicuous-looking elders.

No one in the teahouse could tell that these two inconspicuous elders were both Qi Sea Realm cultivators.

“Young Lady.”

One of the elders respectfully whispered an inquiry to the young woman in plain white daoist robes:

“When shall we depart to call the traitor at the Setting Sun Sword Manor to account?”

“No rush.”

The young woman’s voice was light and clear. She watched the storyteller in the teahouse, listening with great interest:

“Let’s finish listening to this segment first.”