Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

A mundane life among the marketplace was unbearably dull for someone like Chen Yan, who had endured countless ups and downs as a cultivator.

Chen Yan leaned on the railing atop a restaurant, looking down over this unremarkable town beneath him.

He had already been here for over a month.

The wounds on his body still ached, but for someone with Chen Yan’s tolerance, that pain was nothing.

The old man who sold osmanthus and red jujube soup by the street was kind. When he learned Chen Yan had “amnesia” and nowhere to go, he personally contacted the restaurant manager where Chen Yan was currently staying and arranged a waiter’s job for him.

Chen Yan had no other choice.

During this month-plus of working at the restaurant, Chen Yan never slackened. He quietly investigated everything within the town on his own.

This place was undoubtedly Fusheng City.

But the townspeople’s way of thinking here was completely different from outsiders’.

In their eyes, Fusheng City was the entire world.

No one had ever wondered what might exist beyond the city gates, and no one had ever wanted to leave Fusheng City.

They simply lived in the city.

As for their cultivation levels…

Just like the widely spread rumors across the Chenping Continent, children born in Fusheng City were Martial Spring Realm from birth.

This had been thoroughly confirmed when Chen Yan had recently witnessed the city’s rascals roughhousing.

But not everything matched the rumors from the outside world.

People outside had speculated that since children in Fusheng City were Martial Spring Realm from the womb, the cultivation talent gifted by Immortal Venerable Fusheng’s legacy must far surpass that of those born elsewhere on the Chenping Continent.

Surely the number of upper three realms cultivators in Fusheng City would at least not be fewer than the total number of upper three realms cultivators across the Chenping Continent.

Some even wondered whether, during the era when the immortal path was cut off, Fusheng City harbored Immortal Ascension Realm great powers — a possibility still unknown.

But when Chen Yan actually entered Fusheng City, he found those guesses all wrong.

Yes, children born in Fusheng City were Martial Spring Realm from birth.

Yet in this unremarkable city, Chen Yan had never seen a single cultivator whose level reached Spirit Connection or above.

Because the residents of Fusheng City simply had no cultivation structure at all.

These people, born Martial Spring Realm, were just quietly going about their marketplace lives.

This state of affairs left Chen Yan clueless, unsure how to resolve the situation here.

…Suicide?

No. Even if he killed himself, no matter to which save-scumming point he returned, he would inevitably end up in Fusheng City again.

All the answers were here.

But…

What should he actually do?

Over a month had passed, and he could only barely survive in this unremarkable city.

Chen Yan stood before the railing, looking down, thinking this.

“Shi Mingxu, what are you doing here, slacking off?”

A stern voice called from behind Chen Yan.

Shi Mingxu — the alias Chen Yan was currently using — was the false name he’d taken from the young master of the Shi Family in Jincheng, whom he had once encountered in the Southern Region.

Even now, Chen Yan’s Storage Treasure still held the Mystic Steel Sword he had obtained from the Setting Sun Sword Manor.

However, his cultivation had been frozen in the past, so he could not activate his Storage Treasure.

When the manager barked at him from behind, Chen Yan immediately began moving his hands.

He used a rag to wipe the railing in front of him.

“Manager, it’s nothing. I just saw some dirt on the railing and came to clean it up.”

Chen Yan replied with a smile.

The manager who had just scolded him glanced toward Chen Yan, then said:

“Don’t wipe it now. There’s a guest on the second floor who specifically asked for you.”

A guest specifically asked for him?

Chen Yan was not surprised to hear that from the restaurant manager.

Lately, it was common for someone to request him by name to come serve.

Most of them were women.

Chen Yan had only worked as a waiter in this restaurant for a little over a month. He still felt unfamiliar with the place; there were a few faces he recognized, but only vaguely.

Still, during the month he’d been working there, he had attracted a fair amount of attention.

He was handsome, and with recent injuries leaving him looking fragile, his aura carried a broken charm.

Over the past month many young women and some housewives who came to the restaurant would linger gazes on him for a long time, and some even struck up conversations.

Chen Yan of course understood why.

Even though he now worked as a simple waiter, his background from a great sect left him with that unmistakable cultivator aura that clashed with Fusheng City’s marketplace atmosphere.

“All right.”

Chen Yan nodded to the manager, put away the rag, and walked down the stairs.

He reached the second floor and began scanning for the guest.

It was not mealtime, so the restaurant was rather empty.

Soon his eyes fixed on a guest seated by the second-floor window, and his breathing stuttered for a heartbeat before his heart suddenly raced.

A young cultivator in plain daoist robes sat there with an unhurried smile.

That face was one Chen Yan knew all too well.

Mr. You.

Chen Yan still remembered the scene at the end, before he entered Fusheng City, when Mr. You’s body collapsed on the island.

And now, Mr. You stood alive right before him.

Chen Yan’s emotions calmed quickly, and he walked toward Mr. You.

The young cultivator in plain robes sitting by the window slowly raised his head and smiled at Chen Yan.

“You came from outside?”

Mr. You asked.

“Mm.”

Although Chen Yan found the question puzzling, he simply nodded.

“After so many years, you’re the first one to come into Fusheng City from outside… The conditions for entering Fusheng City are so harsh, how did you find out about it?”

Although Mr. You’s expression and tone were calm, Chen Yan could still sense a trace of hostility from this Immortal Venerable.

That made Chen Yan suddenly realize something —

This Mr. You might not be the same Mr. You he knew.