Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

260: Chapter 260 The secrets of the art must not be passed on to six ears!There wasn’t much to say in detail about the battles at the Martial Arts Training Ground.

Between the first round of eliminations, the second round of rankings, and the third round of finals, the fighting was intense, but in the end, it was just a contest between a group of Soul Transformation, Mahayana, and the occasional Human Immortal Cultivators.

In Gu Yan’s eyes, it was about the same as watching children fight.

While the stage was lively with combat, in a corner of Mount Buzhou’s summit, several small figures didn’t care about the outcome at all.

Little Nezha, Little Miaohua, and the little bald head Wufa—the three little ones squatted in a row with several plates of spirit fruits before them, eating until their mouths were covered in juice.

Beside them sat Big Sister Hu Tao, who had been dragged along to babysit.

To be precise, these three little ones had followed her of their own accord, and she was responsible for making sure they didn’t run off.

“Are you guys really not going down to try?” Big Sister Hu Tao asked casually while cracking melon seeds.

Little Miaohua shook her head: “Just joining in the fun is enough.”

The little bald head Wufa pressed his palms together, very serious: “Monks do not hit people.”

Little Nezha didn’t say a word, just staring blankly at the lights and shadows on the Martial Arts Training Ground.

She had been like this often lately.

It wasn’t because the fights on stage were exciting, but because strange images would flash through her mind from time to time.

Unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar places, and herself, wearing completely different clothes and doing completely different things.

Those images were too fast, fast like lightning; they vanished before she could even see them clearly.

But every time they flashed by, an indescribable emotion would well up in her heart, like sadness, or perhaps fear.

She remembered what Senior Sister Shen Qingyi had said.

Shen Qingyi said that as one’s cultivation level increases, some memories from the previous life will slowly resurface. This is a normal phenomenon; there’s no need to be afraid, just let nature take its course.

...

On the Martial Arts Training Ground, the winners and losers were decided quickly.

In less than a few months, the top one thousand names were determined.

Shen Qingyi and Feng Bage never entered the field throughout the process.

Feng Bage’s hands had originally been itching to go up and stretch his muscles, but Shen Qingyi had only said one thing:

“We aren’t lacking in this bit of Opportunity, so why not leave it to the beings who need it more?”

Feng Bage thought about it and felt his Senior Sister was right.

Their Revered Master was the Longevity Dao Lord and Venerable Datong. Whether it was ten thousand dreams dao fruits, Magic Treasures, or Medicinal Pills, if they really wanted something, they could just ask their Revered Master. There was no need to fight for spots with this bunch of Soul Transformation and Mahayana Cultivators.

It wouldn’t even sound good if word got out.

...

One thousand names landed on the jade list, arranged from highest to lowest rank.

Each of the top one thousand people received a ten thousand dreams dao fruit.

For those at the very top of the rankings, Gu Yan gave extra good things.

First place was given a High Grade Immortal Spirit Treasure, the Heaven-Rending Sword, along with a matching sword technique.

Second place was an Inner Sect Disciple of the Taiyi Dao Sect, who was given a bottle of Six-Revolution Golden Core, nine pills in total; as long as one still had a single breath left, they could be saved.

Third place was a bird yao. Gu Yan gave it a Divine Ability called Soaring Ninety Thousand Miles, which specialized in escape speed.

From fourth to tenth place, they were respectively given High Grade Spirit Treasures, high-level Cultivation Techniques, and Heaven And Earth Treasures, each according to their roots and all different.

From eleventh to one hundredth place, each person received a Realm-Breaking Pill. Taking it when attempting a Breakthrough to the next major Realm could increase the success rate by thirty percent.

From the one hundred and first to the one thousandth place, each person received a Low Grade Spirit Treasure or a Medicinal Pill of equal value as a participation prize.

In short, everyone got a share, and everyone was happy.

...

After distributing the rewards, Gu Yan stood at the center of Mount Buzhou’s summit, scanned the whole field, and lightly waved his hand.

A gentle force brushed over the entire mountain Peak like a spring breeze. Everyone who had participated in the matches, regardless of whether they were injured or how much they had consumed—

—all recovered to their Peak state in an instant.

Their essence, energy, and spirit were full, their spiritual power was brimming, and even their Divine Sense became a bit clearer.

The entire field fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a wave of low gasps.

“The Dao Lord’s Divine Might!”

“This... what kind of method is this? Even consumed spiritual power can be fully replenished in an instant?”

“Is this your first day knowing the Dao Lord?”

Gu Yan ignored the discussions below and spoke:

“Today’s lecture, the method being taught, is the Hunyuan One Qi Dao Scripture.”

As his voice fell, everyone pricked up their ears.

This Cultivation Technique was the most widely circulated basic technique in the Grotto-Heaven; almost everyone was practicing it.

But precisely because it was basic, looking across the entire Grotto-Heaven, there was no second person besides Gu Yan who could explain this technique thoroughly.

Gu Yan didn’t waste any words and started teaching directly.

Starting from Qi Refining, he deduced it upwards layer by layer.

More importantly, he continued to complete the subsequent paths of this Cultivation Technique.

Originally, the Hunyuan One Qi Dao Scripture could only be cultivated to Heavenly Immortal.

Today, Gu Yan deduced it all the way to the Golden Immortal stage in one go.

How to refine the golden nature in the Golden Immortal Realm, how to stabilize the Dao foundation, and how to avoid tribulations—he explained it all one by one with clear logic and simple language.

The creatures present listened as if intoxicated.

After Gu Yan finished lecturing on the technique, he also touched upon the Dao of Karma.

What Karma was, where Karma came from, how Karma could be transformed into cultivation resources, and how to avoid the bias of having merit but no virtue.

...

It was worth mentioning that the people who heard Gu Yan’s lecture this time were far more than the hundred thousand or so on the summit of Mount Buzhou.

Within the entire Supreme Creation Daluo Grotto-Heaven, any being who wished to hear it in their heart, no matter where they were or how high their cultivation, heard his voice clearly.

A small Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage, who had been traveling for ten years and still hadn’t made it out of his own mountain range, was sitting dejectedly on a hilltop.

Gu Yan’s voice suddenly rang in his ears. He was first stunned, then ecstatic, as he sat cross-legged and began to listen seriously.

A Essence Spirit that had just gained sapience couldn’t even speak properly, but it vaguely felt that the voice was very important.

So it listened ignorantly; although it couldn’t understand most of it, the small portion it did understand already caused its intelligence to soar.

Gu Yan was that kind of person. He said the lecture would start in ten years because you needed ten years to travel.

But if your cultivation wasn’t enough and you couldn’t arrive in ten years, it didn’t matter; as long as you wanted to listen, you could hear it.

The Dao Lord was never stingy.

Of course, if you didn’t want to listen, he wouldn’t force you.

...

But there was one type of creature for which the situation was rather special.

Deep in the East Sea of the Supreme Creation Daluo Grotto-Heaven, on an inconspicuous small island.

A monkey squatted in a tree, scratching its head and ears, looking completely confused.

This monkey was born extraordinary, with natural Six Ears that could listen to the sounds of all things.

Within a radius of ten thousand miles, the blowing wind, the rustling grass, the chirping of insects and birds, the transmissions of Cultivators, the roars of Yao Beasts—there was nothing it couldn’t hear.

It also knew today was the day of the lecture at Mount Buzhou, but it was too lazy to run that far.

Since it had the Six Ears Divine Ability, it could listen while lying at home, so why bother squeezing in with the crowd?

As a result, when it activated its Divine Ability to listen...

It could hear nothing at all.

The sound coming from the direction of Mount Buzhou was blocked by an invisible barrier as it reached its ears, clean and pure, without a single word seeping in.

The monkey didn’t believe in such bad luck and tried a few more times.

It still couldn’t hear.

It scratched its head, its mind incredibly muddled: What’s going on? I’ve never encountered this situation before.

What it didn’t know was that the sound of Gu Yan’s lecture naturally blocked this kind of eavesdropping behavior.

It wasn’t deliberately targeting the monkey, but rather, at Gu Yan’s level, the things he taught inherently carried Dao Rhyme.

Dao Rhyme only flows toward those with sincerity in their hearts; it will not flow toward those who seek to take shortcuts.

Moreover, if one truly wished to hear the Dao, they could simply come to Mount Buzhou.

Even if there were matters making it difficult to arrive, those with sincere hearts could naturally hear it from afar.

But if one is neither willing to come in person nor has half a bit of sincerity, only thinking of relying on innate Divine Abilities to secretly freeload, then apologies are in order—you won’t hear a single half-sentence.

The fact that Gu Yan didn’t say ’the Dharma is not passed to Six Ears’ at this moment was already a great mercy.