Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

The young woman’s name was He Qingling, the daughter of the sect leader of Xuan Sheng Sect, the top immortal-cultivation school in the Western Region of Chenping Continent.

Most cultivators in this world devote themselves wholly to the immortal path, rarely caring about matters of love and romance.

But the current sect leader of Xuan Sheng Sect was different; he was a hopeless romantic.

He Chengjie, the sect leader of Xuan Sheng Sect, was a Myriad Transformations Realm cultivator. Eighty years ago he and his junior sister disciple Wei Ying became Tao partners, and only seventeen years ago did they finally have a daughter.

The higher the realm, the harder it is to produce offspring.

So from the moment He Qingling was born, she was showered with doting affection from both sect leader He Chengjie and Wei Ying.

They say spoiling a child too much will ruin them, yet He Qingling proved unexpectedly promising.

At sixteen she successfully broke through to the Martial Spring Realm. Now at seventeen, her cultivation was still advancing by leaps and bounds.

There were three years left until the next Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry. At that time the just-turned-twenty He Qingling could still catch the last train to participate.

If everything went smoothly, by then her cultivation would certainly reach mid-Martial Spring Realm, perhaps even the late stage.

As long as fate did not deal her too poor a hand, she should be able to achieve excellent results.

Xuan Sheng Sect had a long history, even older than Kongshan Sect.

At its peak, Xuan Sheng Sect once boasted more than a dozen Upper Three Realms great powers stationed within.

But a colossal shadow always loomed over Xuan Sheng Sect.

The ruler of the Western Region of Chenping Continent, Mirage Palace.

Until the Heavenly Summit Mountain catastrophe, in terms of foundation Xuan Sheng Sect could be said to rival Kongshan Sect.

However, because Xuan Sheng Sect was located in the Western Region under the umbrella of Mirage Palace, and because luck had not favored them, the sect never produced a top figure like Yan Yunhe who could change a sect’s fortune, and so it missed the chance to become one of the Five Great Sects.

Sixty thousand years ago Xuan Sheng Sect indeed had considerable grievances and friction with Kongshan Sect, but as the gap between them and Kongshan Sect widened, all those past conflicts were forgotten tens of thousands of years ago.

He Qingling was born seventeen years ago, the same year the Heavenly Summit Mountain Cataclysm occurred.

The Heavenly Summit Mountain Cataclysm threw the entire cultivation world of Chenping Continent into turmoil.

From as early as she could remember, she often heard the sect elders who had miraculously survived the Heavenly Summit Mountain Cataclysm recount the disasters that happened on Heavenly Summit Mountain.

For most people, the impression left by the catastrophe seventeen years ago was simple: Kongshan Sect was the chief culprit and should be held responsible for the calamity.

But He Qingling did not think so.

Since childhood she had been deeply drawn to the tragic color of Kongshan Sect’s story during the Heavenly Summit Mountain Cataclysm, and the later Outer Court Cataclysm.

Shen Hong, Zhao Wuduan, Lin Xinyang, Qin Yue…

Those Kongshan Sect prodigies who once looked down on their peers were crushed like ants on Heavenly Summit Mountain.

And then came the Outer Court Cataclysm.

Li Haoran, Huo Mu, and even Kongyuan Mountain’s chief disciple Chen Yan, up to the return of True Person Caiyun and the purge known to the world as the “Immortal Might,” all of it captivated He Qingling.

He Qingling had more than once begged her father He Chengjie to allow her to join Kongshan Sect.

Each time he refused.

Although He Chengjie indulged his precious daughter in almost every way, he would not allow her to join another cultivation sect, not even one of the Five Great Sects.

Even if he agreed, the senior Grand Elders of Xuan Sheng Sect would never consent.

With He Qingling’s talent—put aside Divine Ability or Dao Union for now—reaching Unity Realm should be entirely within reach, and Myriad Transformations would likely be only a matter of time.

Xuan Sheng Sect needed He Qingling to carry its banner for the next several hundred or even thousand years.

She had come to Jin’an Country in the Southern Region of Chenping Continent together with two late-stage Qi Sea Realm protectors of Xuan Sheng Sect because months ago the sect had heard a rumor.

The sect traitor was hiding in this very Jin’an Country.

The manor lord of Setting Sun Sword Manor used the alias Zhao Zheng, but his real name was Wei Tai.

Wei Tai was He Qingling’s maternal uncle, formerly a protector of Xuan Sheng Sect’s Sword Pavilion.

More than a decade ago, after the incumbent elder of the Sword Pavilion died unexpectedly, the Sword Pavilion lacked a successor; no Passable God Realm cultivator could step into the elder position. There were only two choices.

Either appoint a reliable Offering Elder within the sect, or airlift a Passable God Realm cultivator from another division to become the new Sword Pavilion elder.

The other option was to select a trustworthy person from within the Sword Pavilion to temporarily act as the elder.

Normally the sect would favor airlifting a Passable God Realm cultivator to be the new Sword Pavilion elder.

But the Sword Pavilion’s situation was special: by tradition the Sword Pavilion elder had to be a swordsman, and there were no suitable candidates within the sect at that time.

So Wei Tai became the most popular candidate to serve as acting elder.

Yet then other voices rose within Xuan Sheng Sect.

Wei Tai was the little brother of sect leader He Chengjie’s wife, so rumors began that if Wei Tai were chosen as acting Sword Pavilion elder, He Chengjie would be practicing nepotism.

In truth, such talk should have been ignored.

By cultivation level and by conduct, Wei Tai was the most suitable candidate—there was no one better.

But He Chengjie cared far too much about those rumors.

In the end He Chengjie appointed another protector of the Sword Pavilion, someone inferior to Wei Tai in both ability and conduct, as acting elder.

This left Wei Tai resentful toward He Chengjie.

Word of Wei Tai’s grievance reached He Chengjie and provoked his fury.

“I didn’t keep you from becoming acting elder because I prefer others over you,” he fumed. “I would never mistreat you, my own little brother-in-law!”

But it was that rift between them that led to later tragedy.

Frustrated and humiliated in the Sword Pavilion, taunted by fellow disciples, Wei Tai lost control and killed one of them.

After committing that grave crime, Wei Tai did not stop; he killed the acting Sword Pavilion elder, stole the Sword Pavilion’s revered sword and part of its inheritance, and fled Xuan Sheng Sect.

He Qingling and the two elderly guardians behind her had come this long way to capture her own uncle.

“That Li Haowen with a single slash easily cut down the Training Grounds Elder of Coiling Dragon Sect. Seeing that, the Coiling Dragon disciples all surrendered their weapons, but cold-blooded Li Haowen did not care; two sword lights, one black and one white, flashed past him and the severed heads of hundreds of Coiling Dragon disciples who had not resisted rolled to the ground…”

The storyteller was still vividly recounting the tale.

The teahouse hall erupted in commotion. He Qingling narrowed her eyes and her face displayed scorn.

“…Li Dog.”

She muttered the insult softly.

“Cough, cough!”

One of the elderly men sitting nearby hastily cleared his throat twice and lowered his voice.

“Miss, you can’t speak recklessly out here!”

He Qingling snorted coldly, stood up, and headed toward the teahouse’s exit.

“Let’s go, time to find my uncle.”