Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

50: Chapter 50 Supreme Magic Treasure, the Eight Desolations Mountain-Suppressing Pagoda!”Spirit Stones? I have none.”

”None?” Wu Jun’s eyebrows shot up.

”It seems I didn’t beat some sense into you enough a few days ago!”

He gave a look, and two lackeys beside him stepped forward with sinister grins.

One from the left and one from the right, they reached out to grab Wu Nian’s arms, intending to teach him a lesson first.

At the very instant their hands were about to touch Wu Nian’s sleeves—

Ling Wuchen moved.

He did not use even a shred of spiritual power.

This body’s spiritual power was too weak; forcibly mobilizing it would only be a hindrance.

He simply shifted his footwork with extreme subtlety, evading the two reaching hands.

Simultaneously, his right arm shot out, index and middle fingers pressed together, and he gave a seemingly light jab to a certain point under the left lackey’s ribs.

”Ouch!” The lackey felt a numbness in his ribs, and half his body instantly went limp and weak.

With a thud, he fell to one knee, his face filled with bewilderment.

Before the other lackey could react, Ling Wuchen’s left leg swept out like a whip.

It struck the man’s shin bone squarely.

The force of this strike was measured with extreme precision.

”Ah!” The second lackey screamed, clutching his shin as he rolled on the ground.

In a flash, the two lackeys at the third and fourth levels of Qi Refining were down.

Wu Jun watched, dumbfounded, unable to believe his eyes.

Since when did Wu Nian have such agile moves?

Moreover, those two strikes just now clearly didn’t use spiritual power; they were entirely within the Realm of mortal Martial Skills!

”You...” Wu Jun was both shocked and enraged. He instinctively took half a step back and roared with hollow bravado, ”Wu Nian! You dare to hit people?! You’ve really crossed the line!”

As he spoke, he circulated the spiritual power within him, and the Aura of the Qi Refining Sixth Level erupted.

A punch carrying a pale yellow glow of Earth-elemental Qi smashed ruthlessly toward Wu Nian’s face!

Facing this punch, Ling Wuchen’s gaze remained calm.

He didn’t even dodge; only at the moment the fist was about to strike did he tilt his body slightly, letting the brunt of the punch pass by.

At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers locking onto the pulse point of Wu Jun’s wrist!

Wu Jun felt his wrist go numb, and the gathered Earth Qi instantly dissipated by more than half!

Before he could even be horrified, a clever force was transmitted from the other’s fingertips.

His entire body was involuntarily pulled forward, causing him to stumble.

Ling Wuchen took the opportunity to raise his knee, giving a light thrust.

”Ugh!” Wu Jun let out a muffled groan. His abdomen was in searing pain, and his internal organs felt as if they had all shifted out of place.

Ling Wuchen walked over to Wu Jun, who was slumped on the ground with a face full of fear and pain, and crouched down to look at him.

”Spirit Stones, do you still want them?”

Wu Jun was unnerved by that calm, rippleless gaze. He shook his head repeatedly, unable to even speak clearly.

”N-no... Brother N-Nian, I was wrong, I won’t ever dare to do it again...”

”Scram,” Ling Wuchen uttered a single word.

As if granted a grand amnesty, Wu Jun scrambled and crawled away from the small courtyard with the support of his two lackeys, not daring to look back.

Silence returned to the courtyard.

A thin, small maidservant, who had been hiding in the corner of the side room and was pale with fright, finally walked out tremblingly.

She was a young girl Wu Nian’s mother had bought before she died, named Xiao Cui. She was only twelve or thirteen years old and was quite loyal to Wu Nian.

”Y-Young Master... are y-you alright?” Xiao Cui looked at her young master, her eyes filled with surprise and a sense of strangeness.

The frighteningly efficient moves the young master had just shown, along with that cold and calm Aura—

He was like a completely different person compared to the young master in her memory, who was always silent, cowering, and submissive.

Ling Wuchen glanced at Xiao Cui. The memories belonging to Wu Nian gave him some impression of this girl.

His expression softened slightly. ”I am fine. Go boil some hot water.”

”Y-Yes!” Xiao Cui quickly complied and hurried to the kitchen, though her mind was racing with questions.

The young master seems... different?

Could it be that the Qi Deviation during his practice a few days ago was a blessing in disguise, and he’s finally seen the light?

Ling Wuchen paid no mind to the young girl’s thoughts.

He walked to a stone stool in the courtyard, sat down, closed his eyes, and began to carefully sort through the memories of this body.

He also attempted to use the secret techniques of the Profound Sword Sect to slowly guide the disorganized and weak Five Elements spiritual power of this body to circulate along the paths he was familiar with.

...

Nanming No. 73 Mortal Realm, Taiyi Dao Sect, Longevity Peak.

Five years had passed.

Gu Yan’s cultivation had steadily risen from the Seventh Level of the Nascent Soul to the Nascent Soul Ninth Layer, only one step away from the Soul Transformation Realm.

However, this one step felt as if it were separated by a heavenly chasm.

He frowned slightly, sensing the flow of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi around him.

Due to the influence of various Spiritual Plants brought by the ”immortal lord fuzhe” trait, the Spiritual Qi concentration at Longevity Peak, and even the entire Taiyi Dao Sect mountain gate, far exceeded any other area in this Realm.

However, once his cultivation reached the Peak of the Nascent Soul Ninth Layer, the sense of fullness from the massive amount of Spiritual Qi surging into his body and pushing his cultivation to grow slowly began to thin out.

It wasn’t that the Spiritual Qi had decreased, but rather that he, as a vessel, had become larger.

The required amount of water had reached an even more staggering level.

The transition from the Nascent Soul Ninth Layer to Soul Transformation was not just an accumulation of quantity.

It was a leap in the very essence of life.

The total amount of Spiritual Qi required and the demands on the quality of the Spiritual Qi far exceeded any previous minor Realm.

”The Spiritual Qi... is starting to be insufficient.” Gu Yan understood this in his heart.

This was a Bottleneck that one inevitably faced after reaching a certain height in cultivation.

Especially in this Mortal Realm, the total amount and activity of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi could not compare to the true Spirit Realm.

If not for the Spiritual Plants brought by the ”immortal lord fuzhe” trait that continuously modified the environment, he might have found it difficult even to Cultivate to the Late Nascent Soul Stage.

What gave him even more pressure was the entire Taiyi Dao Sect.

Under his guidance and the allocation of resources, the path of immortality had been thoroughly popularized within the Sect.

Now, the Disciples within the Sect, regardless of their original martial arts Aptitude, had all stepped onto the threshold of Qi Refining.

Several Elders had even reached the Late Stage of Qi Refining and were preparing to attempt a Breakthrough to Foundation Establishment.

Thousands of Disciples practicing simultaneously meant the total amount of Spiritual Qi they consumed was terrifyingly high.

From the most utilitarian perspective of cultivation, Gu Yan perhaps should have controlled the speed at which the path of immortality was popularized.

He could even have nurtured only a few elites, concentrating the vast majority of Spiritual Qi resources on himself to achieve the fastest Breakthrough to Soul Transformation.

But he had never even entertained that thought.

Standing at the Peak, overlooking the halls and pavilions of the three inner Peaks in the distance, Gu Yan’s gaze was calm.

He did not regret spreading the path of immortality far and wide.

Firstly, he already had some thoughts of establishing a Foundation for his own power.

Watching a Sect that originally only had martial arts gradually transform into a true immortal cultivation Sect under his hands—

This sense of accomplishment from nurturing something was irreplaceable by the simple pursuit of personal cultivation Breakthroughs.

It was like playing a strategy game; besides building up troops and advancing technology, building one’s own base to be prosperous and seeing the people live and work in peace was a pleasure in itself.

Secondly, he always remembered where he came from.

Passing down the methods of immortal cultivation was, to some extent, leaving more possibilities and sparks for this homeland that was regarded as a back garden by the Upper Realm.

If in the future he could truly contend with the Azure Wave Sect and even the Tianyan Dao Sect behind it, and perhaps successfully seize this Realm—

A Taiyi Dao Sect with its own cultivation Legacy and promising potential would be an important Foundation and source of confidence.

Thirdly, and most importantly.

He had the red trait ”immortal lord fuzhe” as his fallback.

Insufficient Spiritual Qi was a problem, but it wasn’t necessarily a dead end.

The trait’s effect would continue to grant him one good item every year, which was enough to slowly improve the environment.

Perhaps, once he broke through to Soul Transformation, or when the trait triggered again to obtain something that could gather Spiritual Qi, this problem would be easily solved.

While he was thinking, he felt something.

Counting the days, today was the day the immortal lord fuzhe trait would trigger again.

As expected, the next moment.

[The effect of the trait ’immortal lord fuzhe · Red’ has triggered. You have obtained a Top-Grade Magic Treasure: eight desolations mountain-suppressing pagoda]