Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

219: Chapter 219 Waiting nine hundred years for a ten-pull!Gu Yan was in the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven, sitting motionlessly on the taixu guiyuan prayer mat, contemplating the Dao and enhancing his cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen years had passed.

Thirteen years of time—it wasn’t particularly long, nor was it short, but it was enough for the world to turn a few pages.

[host has successfully survived for one hundred years. Gained trait draw count +1.]

[Would you like to draw? (Friendly reminder: trait draws can be accumulated.)]

Gu Yan opened his eyes and silently thought: ”Do not draw.”

During the last draw, he had obtained the purple trait ”True Body of Ten Thousand Buddhas.”

Its grade was neither high nor low, but to him now, it was nothing special.

Gu Yan calculated in his mind that now that he was at the Immortal King realm, the boosts brought by ordinary traits were negligible; it was not worth drawing them one by one.

It would be better to save them up and wait until he had ten chances to draw them all at once. Perhaps a ten-pull would increase the probability of getting a red trait.

Counting from this moment, if he accumulated nine hundred more years and nine more draw chances, he would be approximately two thousand two hundred and twenty years old, at which point he could do a ten-pull.

With his mind made up, he stopped overthinking and continued to close his eyes and enter meditation.

...

In the Immortal Realm, in the west, a thousand miles away from the Great Leiyin Temple, there was a secluded valley called the Valley of Repentance.

This valley was hidden deep among the mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, far from the magnificent aura of the main Peak of Mount Ling.

If a Disciple in the Buddhist sect committed a transgression, or if their mind was restless or their cultivation went awry, they would be sent here to reflect on their mistakes and cultivate their Heart-Nature.

Monk Huiming was placed here.

For hundreds of years, he had sat motionlessly on a stone platform at the bottom of the valley, his appearance withered, his eyes vacant, repeatedly chanting those few words: ”Universal Harmony...”

This day, a figure came stepping on clouds from the direction of Mount Ling and descended into the Valley of Repentance.

The newcomer was an Arhat who had always been on good terms with Huiming in the Buddhist sect, named Jingxin.

The two had practiced together in their early years and taken their vows together, sharing a deep friendship.

Arhat Jingxin landed beside the stone platform, looking at Huiming’s state, his brows furrowed tightly.

He squatted down and softly called out: ”Senior Brother Huiming, Senior Brother Huiming.”

Huiming had no reaction, still muttering to himself, his eyes vacant.

Jingxin sighed and took a Medicinal Pill from his sleeve, intending to feed it to Huiming.

However, Huiming’s teeth were clenched tight; the Medicinal Pill could not be inserted, and instead, he got sprayed in the face with saliva from the words Huiming kept chanting.

Jingxin wiped his face, a surge of irritation rising in his heart.

Over the years, he had often come to visit Huiming, and every time it was the same scene.

The Buddha only said to discuss it later, and the Medicine Buddha had tried to treat him for decades without any improvement.

The mysterious expert behind that Mortal Realm was still at large, with no one pursuing the matter.

Why?

The more Jingxin thought about it, the more unsettled he felt.

He looked up at the One Line of Sky above the Valley of Repentance, and an inexplicable anger surged in his chest.

That expert in the Mortal Realm, no matter how strong, was only an overlord of the Lower Realm.

An Arhat of the Immortal Realm’s Buddhist sect had been harmed to this state, yet no Buddha would ask about it?

The Buddha was compassionate and unwilling to stir up trouble, but he, Jingxin, could not swallow this insult.

He stood up and paced back and forth in front of the stone platform, his steps becoming heavier and heavier.

What a presence Senior Brother Huiming had back then—at the Peak of Arhat, just one step away from entering the position of Pratyekabuddha.

Yet now he had fallen to this state, unable to even be fed a Medicinal Pill.

And what about him, Jingxin? Every time he saw Huiming over these years, it felt as if a giant rock were blocking his heart, making it hard to breathe.

Today, for some reason, that feeling of congestion was particularly intense, burning until his internal organs were churning.

Perhaps it was because the Buddha had yet to provide an explanation.

Or perhaps it was because the expert behind that Mortal Realm simply did not take the Buddhist sect seriously.

Or perhaps it was because he himself simply could not stand it anymore.

Jingxin stopped abruptly and clenched his fists.

A thought arose in his mind: he wanted to go to that Mortal Realm himself to see.

In his view, the cultivation of the expert behind that Mortal Realm should not be too high.

Being able to block Huiming and throw Huiming back to the Immortal Realm certainly showed some means, but he imagined it was only at the level between Profound Immortal and Golden Immortal.

And he, Jingxin, was already at the Peak of Arhat, just one step away from entering Pratyekabuddha.

Even if he were not a match for that expert, retreating unscathed should not be a problem.

Furthermore, he was an Arhat of the Buddhist sect.

No matter how arrogant that expert was, would he dare to kill an Arhat of the Buddhist sect?

Injuring Huiming could perhaps be passed off as accidental.

But if he killed another Arhat, that would be making an enemy of the entire Buddhist sect.

Anyone with a brain would not do such a stupid thing.

The more Jingxin thought about it, the more he felt that this trip would be fine.

He looked back at Huiming and whispered: ”Senior Brother, I will go to seek justice for you.”