Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

288: Chapter 289 The Styx River is about to make its debut in the Immortal Realm!Among the Major Thousand Worlds affiliated with the Supreme Creation Daluo Grotto-Heaven, there is a realm called the Spirit Realm.

In the past, this world was merely a Middle Thousand Worlds under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Realm. Later, following the dimensional ascension and transformation of the Grotto-Heaven, its Laws of heaven and earth became increasingly perfect, and its Spiritual Qi surged, allowing it to join the ranks of the Major Thousand Worlds.

Within the Spirit Realm, there is a Sect called the Azure Wave Sect.

Outside the Sect, there is a river with clear water and lush vegetation on both banks, where spiritual birds occasionally skim across the surface.

At this moment, a person is sitting by the riverbank.

It is Ming He.

He holds a bamboo pole in his hand, with the line hanging into the water; he is actually fishing.

Nearby, several spiritual pets are lying down.

The Nine-Tailed Snow Fox, Snow Abyss, has her nine tails spread out like a fan, lazily yawning.

The Nine Nether Ice Phoenix, Ice Phoenix Bing Chen, sits to one side, occasionally tilting her head to peck at the feathers under her wings, looking leisurely.

The Ink Jade Qilin, Mo Xuan, is lying spread-eagled on the grass with his belly facing the sky.

Ming He gazes down at the water’s surface, motionless.

He is not practicing, nor is he comprehending the Dao; he is simply spacing out.

He has given himself a day off today.

Speaking of which, since his original body Gu Yan obtained the ’Lord of Infinite Major Thousand Worlds · Red’ trait, Ming He has hardly rested.

Fortunately, those miscellaneous chores are finally mostly finished.

The remaining minor matters no longer require his personal intervention.

Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang leading the Great Alliance of the Heavens and Universe is enough to handle them.

Thus, Ming He was finally able to steal half a day of leisure to sit here by the river and fish.

Of course, this leisure would only last for a few days.

His original body Gu Yan had already instructed him that once he had rested enough, he should go to the Immortal Realm to help Long Da purge the forces there as quickly as possible.

Ming He calculated in his mind to fish for a few days to fully recharge his spirit before setting off for the Immortal Realm.

He glanced at the spiritual pets beside him.

Snow Abyss and Ice Phoenix Bing Chen were quite impressive.

They had also helped with the miscellaneous tasks within the Major Thousand Worlds affiliated with the Supreme Creation Daluo Grotto-Heaven.

The Karma they had accumulated was incredibly thick.

Furthermore, Ming He never mistreated his spiritual pets, and he was absurdly generous with their food.

He fed them all kinds of Heaven And Earth Treasures as snacks and tossed them Spirit Pills and miraculous medicines like they were candy.

To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, while other Cultivators would refine a ten-thousand-year-old spirit lingzhi into Medicinal Pills to take over several doses, Ming He would just throw the whole plant to his pets like he was feeding them carrots.

Consequently, the cultivation of the two spiritual pets soared, and they had long since reached the Middle Stage of the True Immortal Realm.

On the other hand, looking at Mo Xuan...

Ming He turned his head to look at the fat Qilin lying spread-eagled on the ground.

The Ink Jade Qilin is born of auspicious energy and is a rare beast of good fortune in the world.

But the one before his eyes didn’t look auspicious at all; it was clearly just a breathing lump of black jade.

Sensing Ming He’s gaze, Mo Xuan rolled over, exposing the other side of his belly to the sun, and let out a muffled grunt.

Ming He withdrew his gaze and sighed silently in his heart.

This Mo Xuan was tossed over by his original body, Gu Yan.

When he was sent over, Gu Yan only mentioned two things.

First, make this fat Qilin lose some weight.

Second, give it some ambition and have it work hard to improve its cultivation.

Lest it spend all day eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, essentially raising itself like a pig.

Ming He had agreed at the time and indeed assigned many tasks to Mo Xuan.

But as for the results...

He looked at that round, rolling body and shook his head noncommittally.

Mo Xuan was still at the Heavenly Immortal realm; compared to when he first arrived, his progress was limited.

However, his weight seemed to have increased by several pounds.

Ming He wasn’t in a hurry; since the original body hadn’t set a deadline, he would just take it slow.

As he was thinking, light footsteps came from behind him.

The newcomer stopped three steps behind Ming He and cupped his hands in a salute.

“Master.”

Ming He didn’t turn around, only giving a faint grunt of acknowledgement.

This person wore a black robe, had a proper countenance, and a steady aura; it was True Lord Xuanming.

Speaking of True Lord Xuanming, he also had a bit of a history.

This man was originally a great general under Immortal King Xuanhuang of the Immortal Realm, a True Immortal who was highly relied upon by the Immortal King.

Several hundred years ago, he took a private job and secretly came to the Spirit Realm.

Later, Ming He conveniently subdued him.

True Lord Xuanming was also someone who knew how to adapt to circumstances; knowing that Ming He’s cultivation was unfathomable, he stayed on contentedly.

Afterward, he followed Ming He, running around the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, doing no less work than Snow Abyss and Ice Phoenix Bing Chen.

With the accumulated Karma plus the Cultivation Techniques and spiritual items Ming He casually bestowed, his cultivation also climbed all the way from the True Immortal Realm to steadily stepping into the Early Stage of the Golden Immortal realm.

At this moment, he held a token in his hand.

The token was entirely black, with two ancient seal characters carved on the front—Xuanming.

It was almost identical to the token in Immortal King Xuanhuang’s hand, only its aura was slightly weaker.

This object was True Lord Xuanming’s natal token.

The tokens were divided into Yin and Yang pieces; the primary piece was in Immortal King Xuanhuang’s hand, while the secondary piece was with True Lord Xuanming.

The primary piece could sense the life, death, and location of the secondary piece’s holder, while the secondary piece could also transmit simple messages back.

It was a common communication device used between Immortal Kings and their generals in the Immortal Realm.

Ming He pulled back his fishing rod, re-baited it, and asked casually, “Has the message been sent?”

True Lord Xuanming said respectfully, “Replying to Master, it has been sent.”

“Following Master’s words, I informed Immortal King Xuanhuang that Master will soon head to the Immortal Realm to assist Heavenly Emperor Long Da of the Heavenly Court in purging various forces, and that I, Xuanming, will also accompany you.”

Ming He nodded and asked again, “What did he say?”

True Lord Xuanming said, “Immortal King Xuanhuang replied very quickly, stating... he is willing to meet and discuss in detail.”

The corners of Ming He’s mouth curled up slightly.

As expected.

That Immortal King Xuanhuang was originally a marginal figure within the Immortal Court.

He held no position as a Star God, lacked the favor of being a relative of the Azure Emperor, didn’t take sides, and didn’t compete, content to be a leisurely, unattached Immortal King.

Such a person, to put it nicely, is self-preserving; to put it bluntly, he is a fence-sitter.

It’s fine when things are calm, but once a storm approaches, he is the first one who wants to run.

Ming He having True Lord Xuanming send that message was merely tossing him a rope.

If Immortal King Xuanhuang is a smart man, he will naturally climb up it.

Looking at it now, he indeed isn’t stupid.

Ming He stuck the fishing rod into the bank and stood up, patting his robes.

“In that case, I can’t continue fishing.”

He glanced at the sky and added, “I’ve rested for two days, which is enough. Go and prepare; in three days, follow me to the Immortal Realm.”

True Lord Xuanming cupped his hands: “As you command.”

He paused, looking as if he wanted to say more.

Ming He glanced at him: “If you have something to say, say it.”

True Lord Xuanming said, “Master, regarding Immortal King Xuanhuang... should we have him directly defect to the Heavenly Court, or are there other arrangements?”

Ming He thought for a moment and said, “We’ll see after we meet. Although this Immortal King isn’t given much importance in the Immortal Court, he has still operated there for many years and has some connections and relationships under him.”

True Lord Xuanming acknowledged and said no more.

Ming He looked at Mo Xuan on the ground again.

The fat Qilin was still lying there, even snoring now.

Ming He raised his foot and gave that round belly a light kick.

“Get up.”

Mo Xuan jerked awake, rolled over and scrambled up, his dark eyes staring blankly at Ming He.

Ming He said, “You’ve rested enough; it’s time to work. You’re coming along for this trip to the Immortal Realm.”

On Mo Xuan’s black jade-like face, the words ’I don’t want to go’ were written in large letters.

Ming He added expressionlessly, “The original body said to make you lose some weight.”

Mo Xuan’s ears drooped, and he dejectedly followed behind Ming He.

Snow Abyss and Ice Phoenix Bing Chen, however, were full of energy, clearly quite interested in the upcoming trip to the Immortal Realm.

Ming He stood by the riverbank with his hands behind his back, taking one last look at the scenery of the Azure Wave Sect.

A moment later, he turned and left.

The fishing rod was still stuck in the bank, the fine line swaying gently in the wind, and the float on the water surface bobbing slightly on its own.

Only the fisherman was gone.