Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

My body feels so heavy.

When Chen Yan opened his eyes again, he found himself inside a thatched hut, lying on a bed made of straw with a faded gray cloth sheet spread over it.

He struggled to sit up on the bed and began surveying the interior of this thatched hut.

There was a bed, an old wooden table, and two chairs. One of the chairs only had three legs and had been propped up with a rock.

Where is this?

Chen Yan silently asked himself in his heart.

Immediately after, he started examining the clothes he was wearing. What he had on wasn’t his original Kongyuan Mountain Daoist robe, its sleeves lacking the gilded cloud crane patterns. Instead, it was a slightly grayer shade of pale white compared to the pure white inner court Daoist robe.

This was the outer court disciple robe of the Kongshan Sect.

Where exactly am I right now?

Chen Yan frowned.

Then, Chen Yan placed his feet on the ground inside the thatched hut.

The very instant the soles of his feet made contact with the ground, Chen Yan’s first sensation was weakness in his legs, nearly causing him to collapse onto the floor.

It was only then that Chen Yan discovered the biggest problem he currently faced—

Where is my true qi?

Chen Yan couldn’t sense even the slightest trace of true qi within his meridians at all.

One must know that Chen Yan’s current cultivation realm was the peak of the Qi Sea Realm.

Why is this happening? Where is my cultivation?

Chen Yan began trying to circulate the Hidden Immortal Art, but it had no effect whatsoever.

Immediately after, he tried the Purple Mansion Record, and then the Kongshan Art. Still, there was no reaction at all.

Right now, Chen Yan felt as if he were just an ordinary mortal who had never cultivated.

What on earth is going on?

Chen Yan began to fall into a state of panic. He had already experienced countless deaths or moments of despair, but Chen Yan had never felt as helpless as he did now.

He tried standing up again, took two steps forward, then his legs went weak once more, and his head went straight toward the corner of the old wooden table in the thatched hut.

Thud!

After a loud bang, Chen Yan lost consciousness once again.

…

A certain aroma, somewhere between charred and fresh, carrying a hint of fishy sweetness, drifted into Chen Yan’s nostrils.

He couldn’t help but start salivating, then heard the sizzling sound of oil dripping into a fire.

Chen Yan opened his eyes.

Right in front of him, a gaunt, white-haired old man wearing the pale white outer court disciple robe was squatting by a campfire, intently staring at the fish skewered on a branch in his hand.

That hurts.

As Chen Yan woke up, a swollen sensation, as if he had been hit on the head with a blunt object, spread from the top of his head, causing him to suck in a slight breath of cold air.

He instinctively wanted to raise his hand to touch the painful spot on his head, only to find he couldn’t move at all right now.

Because at this moment, he was tied to a pillar with hemp rope.

“What is this for? Why have you tied me up?”

Chen Yan couldn’t help but speak up and ask.

The gaunt old man who was grilling the fish gave a slight tremble with the hand holding the branch, then promptly dropped the fish into the fire.

Then, he rather hastily picked the fish out of the fire and began blowing off the soot and dirt clinging to it.

“You little brat, you scared me!”

The old man glared in Chen Yan’s direction, looking quite annoyed.

“Why have you tied me up?”

Chen Yan completely ignored the skinny old man’s complaint and just asked again.

“Still asking why?”

The skinny old man clicked his tongue, peeled off the larger pieces of soot stuck to the fish, then squatted back down to continue grilling it:

“Because you, kid, show suicidal tendencies. I can’t let you die here in these woods. Otherwise, when the outer court manager comes to inspect later, how could I explain it clearly?”

Fish fat dripped from the skewered fish onto the fire again, bursting into a few sparks.

It seems the old man in front of him interpreted his earlier action of waking up, hitting his head on the table corner, and fainting as a suicide attempt.

However, Chen Yan had indeed had thoughts of suicide at that moment.

Because if the Cycle of Reincarnation save point was refreshed to this current time, the consequences would be unthinkable.

But the key issue was, in his current state where the Hidden Immortal Art, Purple Mansion Record, and even the Kongshan Art were completely unusable, could he still step into the cycle of reincarnation again?

Even an ordinary old wooden table could knock out a “peak Qi Sea Realm” great cultivator like him.

Chen Yan didn’t dare gamble on whether he could be reborn again.

“Senior, please untie me. I promise I won’t try to kill myself again.”

Chen Yan said this to the white-haired old man grilling fish in front of him.

The skinny old man turned his head, his brows and eyes filled with dissatisfaction toward Chen Yan.

“Why should I believe you?”

The white-haired old man said:

“When the outer court manager comes to inspect and takes you away, I’ll untie you then!”

The corner of Chen Yan’s mouth twitched slightly twice, then he asked again:

“When will the outer court manager come?”

“Two months.”

The white-haired old man said.

Two months?

Wouldn’t that be too late for everything?

In that case, Chen Yan had no choice but to pull out his identity to pressure the other party:

“I am Chen Yan, the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain. I ask senior to please untie me.”

Hearing this, the white-haired old man wearing the Kongshan Sect outer court robe was momentarily stunned. Then he stood up, still holding a piece of firewood he hadn’t yet added to the campfire, slowly walked over to Chen Yan, and looked him up and down.

Chen Yan and the skinny old man, who was clearly half a head shorter than him, stared at each other for several breaths.

Then, this skinny old man raised the piece of firewood in his hand and started whacking Chen Yan with it:

“You, you’re still! You’re still! You’re still the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain, Chief Disciple! If you’re the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain, then I am! I am! I am the Supreme Pivot Elder, Li Haoran! You little brat, I’ll teach you to be Chief Disciple! Teach you to be Chief Disciple!”

Chen Yan felt the pain and wanted to struggle, but he was tied up and couldn’t move.

“Senior, stop hitting me, senior! Think carefully. When I was unconscious before, wasn’t I wearing an inner court robe with gilded cloud crane patterns embroidered on the sleeves, and two tokens hanging from my waist…”

“Still lying! Still lying! When I found you, you had nothing on except your undergarments!”

“I really am Chen Yan, really the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain!”

Chen Yan shouted loudly:

“If you don’t believe me, senior, go ask the Alchemy Hall Elder of Kongyuan Mountain, Lin Qifeng! He’s my master!”

“Take that, Lin Qifeng! Take that, Lin Qifeng!”

“Or go find Chu Xiyao! Chu Xiyao, the Chief Disciple of Qingchan Peak, can also vouch for me!”

“Chu Xiyao! Chu Xiyao!”

“Sun Lu! Sun Lu from the outer court Spirit Plant Workshop is also an old acquaintance of mine!”

“Sun Lu! Sun Lu!”

The crisp sound of Chen Yan being beaten with a wooden stick echoed through the woods, intermingling with the sound of the waterfall cascading from above.